Lumian stood not far from the door, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, looked at Fidel Guerra sitting behind the desk, and smiled rudely: "You make decisions faster than I thought.
Gotta be quick.”
Fidel, who had some of the characteristics of a Feneborter, glanced sideways at Rody and sighed softly: "I didn't expect that my waiter turned out to be the leader of a fraud gang."
"Maybe it's because the salary you offered him doesn't match the life he sees every day, which makes him go into the abyss step by step." Lumian retorted habitually.
Fidel did not mention the matter again, but looked at Lumian for a few seconds and said, "Is your performance in the bar just to deceive such idiots?"
"Thanks to them for contributing nearly 1,000 ferkin to me. It seems that the profession of fraud is quite promising in Faling Port." Lumian was not at all ashamed of his robbery behavior.
This made Roddy extremely remorseful, as if there were countless bugs eating away at his soul.
Fidel nodded and said, "What do you want to buy from me?"
"A bottle of the venom of the colorful bearded horned lizard." Lumian put on a nonchalant attitude, as if he was testing the waters with such a deal.
Isn’t it the brain of a lion? Roddy was stunned for a moment.
For a moment, he deeply doubted whether he was a fraudster or the man opposite.
Fidel, who was wearing a white shirt and brown vest, thought for a moment and said: "I don't have it now, but I can get it for you. It may take two to three days.
"I don't know the specific price. It depends on the seller. According to my experience, it ranges from 3,000 to 4,000 Firkin. How about it? Do you want me to help you collect it?"
"No problem." Lumian opened his arms slightly and said, "Praise the sun, you are such a kind person."
Fidel frowned slightly, suspecting that the other party was mocking him.
He responded without changing his expression: "I'm not a kind-hearted person, I'm just a businessman. Why don't I do transactions that can make money?"
"Besides, I really like dealing with you adventurers. There are some things that I can't do conveniently and can only give you money and resources, but you can do it."
At this point, Fidel asked with a smile: "Aren't you worried that what I sold you is a fake? Do you have a way to determine the authenticity on the spot?"
Lumian smiled: "I know you live here, that's enough."
"The big businessman Fidel was shot six times and killed for falsifying a transaction involving several thousand ferkin. This is not decent news."
He did not say whether he could confirm on the spot whether the venom of the bearded horned lizard was genuine or not.
Fidel stared at Lumian for a few seconds without any change in expression, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't know how long it has been since anyone threatened me face to face like this."
"Do you want to know what happened to those people?"
"Do you want to know if I dare to take action now?" Lumian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although his smile did not diminish, it made the atmosphere in the entire study freeze."
He looked at Fidel without giving in.
After a while, Fidel finally stopped sighing angrily: "Your style is very similar to that of a person in legend, the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow."
"Yes, I am imitating him." Lumian admitted frankly.
Fidel laughed: "Imitate his madness? In other words, you are actually a calm, rational and cunning person?"
"No." Lumian shook his head and said with a smile, "If I don't imitate him, I will be even crazier."
The atmosphere in the study room solidified again.
Fidel picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of the fragrant black tea: "He is indeed a young man. His vigor makes an old guy like me a little jealous."
"Would you like to accept a commission from me? It will not only make you a lot of money, but also help you become famous at sea in a short time like Gehrman Sparrow."
"What commission?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on his head and asked.
"Kill a pirate, 'Black Lord' Claes Kizzi, captain of the 'Kinnipos', and the bounty is 65,000 Firkin." Fidel introduced unhurriedly, "He was once the 'King of Twilight'
'The third officer of Bulatov later left the fleet and went out to plunder on his own. Four months ago, he robbed a batch of my cargo at the private port of Santic Island. That batch of cargo must have been taken by now.
Sell it, I don’t expect to get it back, I just want him to die and let everyone on the sea know that anyone who robbed my Fidel’s goods will die.”
"Did the Twilight King snatch it?" Lumian asked in a joking tone.
Fidel fell silent for a moment.
After a few seconds, he ignored Lumian's question and continued: "I will regularly provide information about Kiz, including his characteristics, his strength, where his ships appear and his whereabouts on the shore.
And pay another 25,000 Firkin as remuneration."
"If you can kill Kiz, I will help you get the full bounty as soon as possible through my channels, help you spread your reputation, and all Kiz's relics will be yours."
"Well, as long as you kill Kiz, you will be one of the most famous adventurers on the sea."
25,000 additional remuneration and intelligence support... Lumian thought for a while and asked with a smile: "How many adventurers have you told this?"
"Seven or eight, they are all my favorites." Fidel replied calmly, "There is no penalty for mission failure, as long as you can survive."
In other words, it doesn’t matter if you accept the mission and don’t do it? Lumian muttered in his heart, then nodded and said: “Hunting pirates is the career of every adventurer.”
Seeing that the deal had been reached verbally, Fidel opened the drawer, took out a brown paper document bag, and threw it directly to Lumian.
Lumian caught it with one hand, bypassed the thin thread, pulled out the information inside, and flipped through it briefly.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Fidel: "Kiz has been in Faling Port recently?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure about this information, but I still don't know where he is hiding." Fidel nodded lightly.
After agreeing to see if the bearded horned lizard venom had arrived in two days and if there was any latest information on the "Black Lord", Lumian left No. 16 Correas Street and walked towards the port.
Roddy, who was trembling and frightened, thought his master would give him severe punishment, but Fidel just waved his hand and said, "Go back to your room and repent first."
"Yes, Mr. Guerra." Rody breathed a sigh of relief, left the study, and returned to the second floor along the dimly lit stairs.
As he walked, he suddenly felt a chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
The darkness around him suddenly became thicker.
Through the dim light, he saw something seemed to be coming out from behind his shadow.
Rody opened his mouth in horror and tried to call for help, but he could no longer make a sound.
Lumian did not return directly to the "Asuka", but walked towards a street he passed just now in the gradually cooler night.
There is a very simple church there, which is the church of the "Fool".
Lumian had seen the "Fool" holy symbol on the bell tower from a distance before, and decided to pray when he returned.
Sure enough, Mr. Fool's faith is mainly spread on the sea. There is also a church in Faling Port, a colony of Intis, and there seems to be more than one... Lumian stared at the yellowish light in the church for a while, and took off the golden robe above his head.
Straw hat, walked in.
At a glance, he saw twenty or thirty people who looked like homeless people sleeping on the edge of the vast hall. Some of them brought their own tattered quilts, while others were huddled up and only relying on their clothes to keep warm.
The Misty Sea Islands in this season will not freeze to death for homeless people, but there is plenty of rain and it may fall at any time. Having a sheltered place to sleep is the dream of many homeless people, and the Church of the Fool seems to allow homeless people to come in
rest.
When I was wandering in the past, if I really encountered bad weather or couldn't find food for several days, I would go to the churches of the two major churches to try my luck. If the bishop or priest was good, they would not only provide a dinner, but also try their luck.
And they will also give you a place to sleep for the night, but you have to leave as soon as dawn, otherwise you will be sent to a bad relief center... Lumian recalled the past, found a place to sit down, and concentrated on what he was doing
Get up and pray.
The Church of the Fool was very quiet at night. People came in from time to time, prayed and left after a while. Some of them were dressed as businessmen, some looked like sailors, and some vaguely showed the temperament of pirates, but none of them ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Lumian actually didn't know what to pray for. When he occasionally went to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church in the past, he just repeated part of the contents of the holy scripture in his mind, made one wish after another, and asked for corresponding blessings, just in case it came true.
Where is it?
But now he knows that it has no effect or meaning, and he doesn't have so many wishes anymore.
The most important thing is that Lumian has only listened to two or three sermons from the clergy of the Church of the Fool, and the only contents of the holy scripture that he can recall are the eight angels and the description of the authority of Mr. The Fool. He can’t think about these now.
?
In the end, Lumian chose to tell the story of this journey, starting from leaving Trier to arriving at Faling Port.
His mood gradually calmed down and became peaceful.
"May Mr. Fool bless you, may all disasters be resolved, and may Aurore be resurrected..." About a quarter of an hour later, Lumian ended his prayer and simply made a wish.
As soon as he stood up, there was a loud rumble in the distance, all the glass in the Church of the Fool made a crashing sound, and the house clanked and shook several times.
Lumian raised his eyebrows, and amid the confused expressions of the woke homeless people, he walked to the door and looked in the direction of the sound.
He saw billowing smoke and flames rising in the area where the Governor's Palace was, rushing high into the sky and illuminating the surrounding area.
Lumian couldn't help but raise his right hand, touched his chin, and said silently to himself: "This shouldn't have anything to do with my arrival, right?"
It seems that something big happened in Port Faling.