Plague?
Lucian couldn't help but furrow his brows; this statement was somewhat abstract.
Taken literally, plague was a physiological disease.
But if considering the characteristics of plague, then it was transmission.
Lucian couldn't quite figure it out; Ragunna appeared entirely peaceful, with no signs of anything unusual.
If one had to say, what was most widespread in Rinascita was probably the faith in the Sentinel...
Could it be just as he had guessed before, that their object of faith wasn't the Sentinel, but the Threnodian?
Lucian suppressed this guess in his heart, planning to verify it later.
Feeling Lucian's subconscious caressing as he pondered, Phrolova fidgeted restlessly with her delicate body: "Now it should be your turn to answer my question, right?"
Lucian came back to his senses, just in time to hear Rover's voice: "Lucian! What are you two doing?"
Lucian lowered his head and whispered: "What a pity; time's up, the game is over."
Phrolova: "???"
Phrolova fell silent; she felt that from now on, she wouldn't believe a single word Lucian said.
With these words from Lucian, although she really wanted to beat him up, unfortunately, she was currently in the state of a 'prisoner,' unable to resist even if she wanted to.
Phrolova quietly lowered her head and glanced at the time on the Immortal Binding Rope; half an hour left...
Lucian stood up and explained: "Because she's tied up, she feels uncomfortable in her body; I was just loosening her muscles and tendons for her."
Rover: "?"
Lucian was truly someone who could talk his way out of anything now; she had personally seen him groping all over Phrolova.
Yet in an instant, he had fabricated such a grandiose excuse for his actions.
At this moment, Phoebe and Zani also regrouped.
Zani, seeing the scene, raised an eyebrow: "So your meaning is..."
"While everyone else is searching for clues about Gilberto, you're here flirting with Phrolova?"
Lucian's expression turned serious: "Miss Zani, of course I'm not that kind of person!"
"Actually, I've already pried some intelligence out of Phrolova's mouth!"
Zani didn't believe it in the slightest: "Real or fake? Wasn't it said that her mouth is very tight?"
Upon hearing this, Lucian was stunned and looked toward Phrolova's pink and tender lips: "Tight? I haven't tried it yet."
Zani & Rover: "?"
You're really grinding the wheel right on my face!
The innocent Phoebe, however, didn't understand: "Didn't you already pry out the intelligence? Why say you haven't tried it yet?"
So does that mean Lucian has already tried it?
This was getting darker the more he tried to explain.
Lucian cleared his throat twice and recounted the intelligence he had just received about Gilberto.
However, he didn't mention the question about the Threnodian; it wouldn't be good if this devout little priestess Phoebe overheard it.
He would discuss it privately with Rover and the others later.
After listening, Zani still didn't quite believe this was intelligence Lucian had pried from Phrolova: "Gilberto is nearby?"
"You're not just making it up, are you? After all, this answer is way too vague."
After saying this, Zani looked toward Phrolova and saw her with a cold little face, showing no intention of explaining at all.
Lucian continued: "By the way, did you all see Cristoforo just now?"
"He's a man dressed exquisitely, wearing a hat, with blond hair and green eyes, all in red."
Upon hearing this, Phrolova's heart sank; could Lucian have still noticed something?
Zani recalled upon hearing this: "The person you're describing... I think I saw him..."
"I saw him talking with a few children in the town over at Whisperwind Haven for a bit before leaving."
"Could that person be related to Gilberto?"
Upon hearing this, Phrolova immediately breathed a sigh of relief; good that he left...
Otherwise, with Cristoforo's strength, he would probably be slain on the spot by Lucian and Rover.
Rover had previously seen Cristoforo together with Lucian: "Did he just come here?"
Lucian nodded slightly, lowering his hand to gently caress Phrolova's cheek as she still sat on the long bench:
"Mm... since he's gone, forget it; we'll talk about this when we get home."
Rover nodded slightly; since Lucian didn't want to say now, it meant the timing wasn't right.
Lucian laughed: "So, did you all discover any clues?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Zani suggested: "None nearby; how about we go take a look further east?"
"That side is Whisperwind Haven."
Lucian nodded slightly: "Alright."
It would be convenient to check what that Cristoforo was up to along the way.
Lucian lowered his head and glanced at the time on Phrolova.
Then he redeemed another Immortal Binding Rope from the system and bound her with it.
Phrolova: "..."
She lowered her head for a look and discovered that the time was passing simultaneously, not stacking.
Hmph, I don't believe you don't sleep; how can you keep watch for two hours straight!
Rover also noticed this: "This binding tool of yours really consumes too much time; is there no better way?"
"Two hours each time; wouldn't that mean we have to bind her twelve times a day? That's way too troublesome."
Lucian didn't want to be so troublesome either, but those higher-grade items were really too expensive; he couldn't afford them!
If only he could buy with Shell Credits; then he could spend Aalto's money or have Fractsidus reimburse him.
Wait... Lucian suddenly had a flash of insight; he still had the Gambling Prodigy talent.
Lucian chuckled: "Miss Phrolova, how about we make a bet?"
"If you win, I'll untie you; if I win, the time on you extends; how about it?"
Phrolova snorted coldly; just now playing the intelligence exchange game with me, and I got nothing out of it.
Now preparing to play a betting game with me?
This time, I won't fall for your trick!
"I agree!"
"?" Phrolova hurriedly shut her mouth; what was this?
She clearly wanted to say 'reject.'
Evidently, this was the influence of Lucian's Gambling Prodigy talent again.
[Gambling Prodigy: You can make one bet with another person each day; the other party cannot refuse. When you succeed in the bet, the stake will double!]
This talent made it so the other party couldn't refuse his bet.
Lucian inwardly laughed: "You agree?"
"Then let me think... what should we bet on..."
Rover looked at Phrolova puzzledly.
Betting with Lucian; are you tired of living?
She didn't believe Phrolova hadn't investigated Lucian and didn't know his nature.
Yet under these circumstances, she still agreed to Lucian's bet... she had never seen someone so bold in her life.
Could it be that people from Fractsidus were all like this?
Indeed, that Scar from back then was just like this.
Lucian leaned close to Phrolova's ear and whispered: "How about betting on Cristoforo?"
"If Cristoforo knows you, then I win."
"If he doesn't know you, then you win."
"How about it?"
Phrolova's expression darkened slightly; with the words put this bluntly.
How could she not know that Lucian had definitely already guessed Cristoforo's identity?