Lumian turned his head and looked at the joking man: "Don't every adventurer who comes to the sea want to recreate the great cause of Gehrman Sparrow?"
The kidding adventurer is not too old. He looks like he is in his twenties. He has slightly curly brown hair, double-standard Intis blue eyes, a thin face, and his beard is deliberately not shaved but trimmed.
It's very neat, and the details are as refined as those of the middle class in Trier.
He was wearing a thin blue coat, white trousers and brown boots. A large-caliber revolver and a seemingly exquisite stabbing sword were hung on the left and right sides of his waist.
The adventurer was stunned for a moment by Lumian's rhetorical question and his lofty ambitions. After a few seconds, he said in a funny tone: "Gehrman Sparrow has never hunted any pirate king."
"Isn't it rumored that the 'Black Seat King' Barros Hopkins, who was originally one of the four kings of the sea and later disappeared mysteriously, was actually killed by Gehrman Sparrow?" Although the "Adventurer" series
I haven't written this part yet, but Lumian has read many newspapers and magazines that record stories about the sea.
"It's not certain yet." The adventurer argued, "It won't be true until the "Adventurer" series is written. It is said that Fors Wall was specially hired by the Church of Fools to promote Gehrman Sparrow.
Deeds."
As I guessed, the great writer Forsi Wall was protected by the Church of Mr. Fool, so he could write about the various private matters of the great pirates without any scruples... Lumian asked with great interest
: "So, what happened between Gehrman Sparrow and the former 'Lieutenant General of Disease' and the current 'Queen of Disease' is true?"
"I think it's true. At least the 'Queen of Disease' has never publicly denied it." The adventurer was also very interested in this topic.
After such an exchange, with a joking attitude, he saw that Lumian was quite pleased with him, and asked with a smile: "What do you call him?"
"After I know your name, when you build a great career like Gehrman Sparrow, I can brag to other adventurers and say that I knew you before you were famous."
The latter sentence is a good-natured joke.
"Louis Berry." Lumian gave a false name, "What about you? Maybe you can become a great adventurer like Gehrman Sparrow."
"Patna Conté." The adventurer with the large-caliber revolver and exquisite bayonet smiled and said, "I don't expect to be like Gehrman Sparrow and eventually become the 'Fire' Daniz."
Or like Anderson, the once strongest hunter in the Sea of Mist, I would be very satisfied."
He's very ambitious... He doesn't seem to be an adventurer who just arrived at sea... After experiencing many things, he still feels that he has the hope of becoming a strong man like "Fire" Daniz, which shows that he has a lot of confidence in his own strength.
Confidence…
Is he an Extraordinary? Lumian quickly made a guess as a "conspirator".
He pressed the golden straw hat on his head, smiled and said to Patna-Kongtai: "Want a drink? I'll treat you."
He entered the capital of the Misty Sea Islands, Faling Port on Santic Island. In addition to wanting to learn more about the pirates, he also planned to try to collect the remaining auxiliary materials for the "Reaper" potion.
This requires contact with extraordinary people and local intelligence dealers.
As his thoughts flashed, the reward provided by Ms. "Magician" flashed through Lumian's mind: "Reaper's magic potion formula:"
sequence:5;
Main materials: the front paws of the gray demon wolf, the tongue of the jungle hunter;
Auxiliary materials: 80 ml of the blood of the gray demon wolf, two fangs of the jungle hunter, 10 drops of the venom of the colorful bearded horned lizard, 10 drops of hornbeam essential oil;
Ritual: Plan a conspiracy, capture alive a target higher than yourself, show off the complete conspiracy in front of him, and take the magic potion in his eyes of fear and annoyance.
"Note 1: The more targets captured alive and the higher the sequence, the better the effect of the ritual; the more fearful, regretful, and angry the target, the better the effect of the ritual.
“Note 2: The two main materials can be directly replaced by Gardner Martin’s extraordinary characteristics. The blood of the Gray Demonic Wolf and the fangs of the Jungle Hunter can also be replaced by the blood and two teeth of Gardner Martin.
"
In other words, what Lumian lacks now is only the venom of the colorful bearded horned lizard, which seems to come from a special organism. Hornbeam essential oil is a common material, and many occult enthusiasts have it. Lumian is leaving the special
It was obtained before Lille.
"Okay." Patna-Conté did not refuse Lumian's invitation.
The two of them walked towards the street on one side of the square, where there was an open-air market: various fruits were piled on the roadside, and there were stalls selling gold-leaf straw hats, sugar cane, scones, barbecue, local tobacco, and fried banana chips.
, many brown-skinned islanders and foreign sailors, travelers, and adventurers are sitting on simple stools, surrounding barbecue stalls, drinking wine, talking and laughing loudly.
Two nearby bars also opened their doors and placed round tables on the roadside for passersby to sit and drink.
Butner looked around and reminded Lumian: "It seems that this is your first time coming to the Islands. Remember, never trust the people of the Islands."
"Although these people from the Islands are very respectful and docile when facing us, all they think about is how to defraud us of money and how to sell us at a good price. If you don't convince them of their strength and wisdom, they will definitely
Turn the evil thoughts in your heart into real actions.”
Lumian turned his head, glanced at Butner, chuckled and said, "Were you deceived by them when you first came here?"
Butner was silent for a moment and did not answer.
Lumian didn't ask any further questions. He spent two Ricks and bought a small bag of freshly fried banana chips. He found them crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and delicious.
In the sound of his chewing, Butner muttered: "This is a snack that children and women like."
What kind of fried banana chips does a grown man who is determined to recreate Gehrman Sparrow's great career eat?
Theoretically speaking, I am still a minor... Lumian did not discuss this issue. While walking through the open-air market, he asked Butner: "Will there be pirates in disguise entering Faling Port?"
"Yes, there are many." Butner answered without hesitation, "But you'd better not hunt them here."
"Why?" Lumian raised an eyebrow, "It would be more convenient to hunt here and collect the bounty."
Butner laughed and lowered his voice: "Faling Port officials tacitly allow pirates to come here to sell their plundered goods and buy corresponding supplies and enjoyment goods."
"Pirate trade is one of the economic pillars of Faling Port. I don't know how many people have become rich because of it, including the governor, the commander of the local fleet and the garrison commander."
"As long as the pirates don't take the initiative to cause trouble, when you hunt them in Falin, you are provoking those big shots and provoking the local order. When the time comes, both you and the pirates will be captured by the authorities, and the latter will have the opportunity to 'escape'."
"Does Trier have no objection to this?" Lumian asked amusedly.
Outside of Trier, people often refer to the government of Intis as Trier.
"Who knows? Maybe those who know about the pirate trade will have their mouths full of food, and those who don't know will not have a chance to figure it out." Butner chuckled, "Anyway, in Falin Port, the pirates are very relaxed.
, and don’t want to cause trouble.”
"Is that so..." Lumian thought for a moment and said, "If pirates attack me, do I have the right to legitimate self-defense?"
"Yes, but why do they want to attack you?" Butner probably guessed that this guy wanted to provoke the pirates.
"Maybe they think I'm easy to bully?" Lumian replied as he and Patna-Conté turned into the bar next door.
They didn't choose to sit outside on the street and went inside the bar.
It was equally lively here, because there was a mixed-race girl dancing passionately on the wooden platform in the center of the hall. She not only raised her legs from time to time, but also followed the beat and slowly took off her coat and various coverings.
Revealing large areas of healthy skin and soft curves.
When she put her hands on her underwear, the onlookers whistled or made loud noises, and the atmosphere reached its climax.
"How about it? In some places, is Falin more open than Trier? Not only can you see it, but you can also take it away for a fee." Butner introduced with a smile.
Lumian raised his right hand and said: "This can only mean that Falin is far enough from the headquarters of the two major churches and from the Trier Boulevard."
"What do you mean?" Butner didn't react for a moment.
"Too far from justice and not subject to the law!" Lumian replied in the tone of a fanatical believer in the "Eternal Blazing Sun".
Seeing Butner's expression freeze for a moment, Lumian smiled again: "You're just kidding, who would care about the law as an adventurer at sea? He only cares about the guns that enforce the law!"
"I thought you would purify this place on behalf of the gods in the next second." Butner breathed a sigh of relief and joked back.
After the two sat down, they both ordered the most famous sugar and wine "Golden Som" in the Misty Sea Islands.
A cup costs eight licks, which is much cheaper than Trier.
Sipping the golden wine with a caramel sweetness, Lumian took the initiative to chat with Butner and the bartender about Gehrman Sparrow, acting like a fanatical follower.
After communicating for a while, Lumian stood up and walked to the central wooden stage where a striptease girl was replaced.
Butner looked at it with a smile, thinking that the young man couldn't help it.
After Lumian walked to the wooden platform, he grabbed the two drinkers in front of him, picked up their collars, and threw them behind.
Then, he pressed the edge of the wooden platform with his left hand and jumped up.
With everyone looking at him in confusion, Lumian pulled out his revolver, pointed it at the roof of the bar, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
Dust fell from the sound of gunshots, and the stripper squatted down in fear. Some of the surrounding drinkers were so frightened that they ran around, looking for shelter. Some stood still, staring blankly at Lumian, and some
Some did not hide their anger, some frowned, and some showed expectant smiles.
What was he thinking? What was he doing? Butner was a little dumbfounded.
Lumian blew the muzzle of his revolver, smiled and said to the drinkers: "Everyone, look at me, I have something to ask you."