Crazy, the blue waves slapped at the bottom of the cliff and bloomed into white flowers.

Lumian walked to the lighthouse that was said to be left behind when the Intis first arrived at St. Tik Island, and looked out into the ocean in the distance.

At this time, there is still a long time before night, and the crimson moonlight has not yet been shining here, creating a dreamy and hilarious scene, so no tourists come to the lighthouse to stroll around, and the surroundings are very quiet.

Lumian circled two or three rounds around the lighthouse with a distinctly Rossel era style, went in and visited for nearly a quarter of an hour, and found no traces left by the "Devil Wizard".

He did not expect to meet Bourman directly. After all, it was not the time to appreciate the moonlight. He just wanted to see if the other party had come here to remember the past, recall his wife, calm down his inner state, and find the motivation to continue walking.

"Young man, there is nothing good to look here during the day, and it will be completely different at night." The lighthouse guard smoked the earthy cigarette directly wrapped in baked tobacco leaves, kindly reminding Lumian.

Lumian asked with a smile, "Will anyone come in the middle of the night?"

"Some." The half-Ballard guarding the lighthouse said in a boasting tone, "the dudes from Trier like to bring girls here to watch the moonlight in the middle of the night."

"Is there anyone who likes to put on a hood to pretend to be a wizard?" Lumian asked further.

The lighthouse guard showed a memory expression: "Occasionally, I thought it was a ghost several times."

"Has he been here late last night?" Lumian's mouth slightly raised.

His substitution, his speculation, is no problem!

This may be a similar experience that allowed him to better understand Bourman's mental state and paranoid thoughts.

"I don't know, I didn't see it anyway." The lighthouse guard replied.

Lumian didn't ask much, and planned to take a look at the two or three hours after the early morning when the moonlight was the most beautiful.

In the next three hours, he "surfed" the truly famous food shops in Falin Harbor, asked similar questions, but failed to obtain any valid information.

This shows that the "devil wizard" Bourmann is still restrained under normal conditions and is not in a state of action entirely on instinct. He rarely goes to a crowded place. Even if he has been here, he has done enough disguise.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small steam train station in Falin Harbor and spent 3 Felkin to buy a ticket to the Andatna Volcano Mine.

If you want to go there to watch the sunset, you have to set out now

Wow, clang, clang, thick smoke blew out from the front of the iron-black front, dragging the long carriage and running on the sleepers.

It gradually turned from slow to fast, just like a huge giant finally defeating the original inertia and mobilizing all the parts.

Lumian sat by the window, holding a golden straw hat in his hand, quietly admiring the plantations that were constantly retreating.

At about six o'clock, the train stopped outside the Andatna Volcano Mine.

Lumian wore a straw hat and did not enter the mine. He walked along the road next to him to the top of the volcano.

Gradually, the green began to sparse, and gray and black became the main color here. Occasionally, you can see a few red rocks.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it becomes, and the gray-black gravel sleeps silently in the hustling wind.

Because there is no obstruction of woods and shrubs, Lumian's vision is extremely wide, and he feels that there is a strange grandeur here, representing desolate and dead grandeur.

Following the white road that was stepped out by tourists in the main gray-black tones, Lumian walked step by step to the crater. Below the inside was a coal-black color, dotted with reddish sags.

The temperature here is a little warmer than the ground.

Wow, the wind was walking unscrupulously in this place without any obstacles, blowing the gray and black gravel flying, making humans shaking.

In such a scene, the sun that was about to fall to the sky sprinkled the intertwined light of gold and red, making desolation and silence seem to burn, and the sunken red part became more and more intense.

Lumian walked two or three hundred meters along the crater with the straw hat above his head.

Suddenly, the wind at the top of the mountain calmed down and the gravel filled it all the way down.

Lumian immediately saw a shadow standing quietly on the outside of the crater, above the gray and black slanted walls that were emitting the last bright sunlight.

He wore a black robe and a deep hood, and looked at the golden and red sun sinking little by little.

Lumian's expression did not change at all. He walked over step by step without launching an attack directly.

Noticed his approach, the man in a black hood turned around, revealing the pale face with several rotten wounds and large patches of bleak fluff.

This is exactly the "devil wizard" Bourman!

Perhaps because of being in this kind of scenery and beautiful memories, Bourman, who is known for his madness, said tiredly: "You actually found this place."

Lumian, who always pressed his golden straw hat on his head to avoid being blown away by the strong wind, laughed and said, "If it weren't for my fantasy and hope, if there weren't many enemies waiting for me to come over, I would have

I often go back to the village of Kordu and the nearest alpine pasture. The grass is very green, a large area, a large area with light yellow flowers, walking many sheep. The sky is as blue as gems, and the white clouds that float by from time to time are like flocks of sheep on the ground. At night, there will be many stars, densely packed, like diamond gravel at the bottom of the clear river...

Standing in the burning sunshine and the magnificent and dead gray and darkness, Lumian recalled the village of Kordu and the alpine pasture.

Burman did not interrupt him. When he finished speaking, he was dazed and said with a hint of laughter than crying: "Helen and I thought of seeing the sunset here because of why we thought of coming here to see the sunset. We could come immediately after buying a ticket, but she never came again..."

And you don't even need to take the steam train... Lumian sighed slowly and said, "What happened in the first place?"

Bourman's face muscles twisted for a moment, and his expression showed unconcealed pain: "We were cheated, there was something wrong with that treasure map, and we encountered a real sea monster!"

"Damn the archipelago people, Helen has always believed that they were used to fraud and liked to be thugs because there was no other way out. All the decent positions were occupied by the pure Intis people, but we were so kind to him and believed in him, and he still deceived us with others for the sake of money!"

"I'm going to kill him, kill those liars, kill all the archipelago people!"

Lumian chuckled, "The Trier people who think they are noble are also scammers, and some are betrayal of their own body. I never discriminate against the archipelago as a whole, but I am wary of individual archipelagos."

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had inspiration: "The archipelago who deceived you was the 'thief' path?"

"Yes." Boerman's face twitched, as if he could not control his anger.

"Scam Master" is playing? Lumian asked cautiously:

"Did he have the habit of wearing monocles or pinching the eye sockets?"

He pointed to his right eye.

"No." Bullmann seemed to not quite understand why Lumian asked.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief: "What's his name? Did you kill him?"

Burman's pale face was suddenly congested, and drops of decayed liquid were flowing down: "His name is Mark Benito!"

"After that time, he disappeared and I haven't found him!"

Lumian didn't stimulate Burman anymore and asked, "Which treasure were you pursuing at that time?"

"In the depths of the foggy sea, there is an island where people living on it will not grow old or die." Burman recalled the rumors of treasures he collected. "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island. We did not think of being enemies with the islanders, but only hoped to sneak into the island and steal some elixirs."

He said it a little messy and skipped a lot of content in the middle.

"This is very similar to the treasure legend of "Unold Springs"." Lumian thought, "The Great Adventure series has already suggested that "Unold Springs" is a lie."

Burman ignored him and continued, "We found some evidence and obtained a treasure map to the island. Who knows, the map, the map is fake!"

"The sea monster destroyed our ship. Helen blocked me in order to allow me to use that special witchcraft... I looked at her, watched her tear into two pieces by the sea monster, and her eyes were filled with despair.

Burman gasped and couldn't continue to say anything.

"After that, you turned to the 'Death' path?" Lumian changed the subject.

Bulman's cold flax-colored eyes suddenly became bright: "Yes, only the God of Death who is in charge of the 'death' realm can resurrect Helen!"

"In that treasure legend, many details also show that only the god of death can live forever, and only by mastering the mystery of death can the deceased truly return! Those islanders will not die, but will be resurrected!"

"Do you really believe in that treasure?" Lumian had an answer after asking this question.

The half-crazy Burman will grab every life-saving straw and believe in every rumor that can resurrect Helen.

"I believe." Burman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago, I met people from that island. There is really such an island, and there are really so many islanders who will not grow old or really die!"

"Really?" Lumian blurted out.

Bourman said with a fanatical look: "I wanted to catch him, but I was defeated by him. He did not kill me, but sympathized with my experience and taught me some knowledge in the field of "Death", where there is a way to resurrection!"

"Damn liar, Fidel's waiter turned out to be a liar. I didn't want to try the resurrection ceremony so soon. I wasn't fully prepared, but he turned out to be a liar. I want to kill him! The people in the archipelago are liars! They are all going to die!"

What a person from that island? It’s not a liar again, is it? It turned out that the fraudster Roddy stimulated Burman, well, and the influence of that islander... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said, "What is that islander's name and what does it look like?"

Burmann was alert and looked at Lumian and said, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said in an extremely calm manner: "I'll kill you."

Burman was stunned for a moment and laughed, "For what? Is it a bounty?"

Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, buried his body slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Punish your sins and end your pain."

Burman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a cold expression: "Come on."
Chapter completed!