Looking at the fire in the Black Pearl District, Lumian fell into deep thought.
As a "conspirator", he subconsciously analyzed the potential reasons: First, the resistance and national independence forces can be excluded, because such organizations do not exist in the Misty Sea Islands, which is the first overseas colony of Intis.
Whether it is the erosion of religious culture or the absorption and accommodation of the people of the archipelago, successive governments have worked hard. Coupled with the policies formulated by Emperor Russell, this place is almost equal to looser laws and worse public security.
Tis is an overseas province, and the people of the Islands have long lost their original beliefs and regard themselves as citizens of the Intis border area who are subject to discrimination.
This is no different from the fact that the Lim people in the south of Intis and the Savoyard people in the east will be discriminated against. Anyway, the citizens of Trier look down on all outsiders equally, but they are relatively more wary of the archipelagos who like to engage in fraud and act as thugs.
people.
Did the pirate trade cause internal strife, or did the organizations in the southern continent that wanted to overthrow the colonial rule choose to do something in the Misty Sea Islands? Or, some ambitious guys followed the evil god? As Lumian's thoughts changed, he glanced out of the corner of his eye.
I saw a half-giant who was over two and a half meters tall, wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat, coming out of a room on the side of the church.
He said to the confused or frightened praying people and homeless people: "Don't worry, the Lord will protect everyone."
"You stay here, don't go out, and wait for the riot to subside. There won't be any danger."
"Praise the Fool!" The believers of the "Fool" church found support and pressed their hands on their chests and bowed.
Their expressions softened, and they obviously felt more secure.
The homeless people look at me and I look at you, no one chooses to leave.
In the minds of most Intis people, the church is a safer place than the government, no matter which church it is.
At this time, in the area where the explosion had just occurred and the fire was raging, golden sunlight fell, and there were continuous and intensive roars, but they were not as loud as before.
It was obvious that the Governor's Mansion and the Extraordinaries of the two major churches were dealing with anomalies.
At the same time, Lumian saw that the sky illuminated by moonlight and stars became a little darker. There was obviously no change in the weather, but a thin, dark fog seemed to be covering the streets outside.
He thought briefly, ignored the half-giant bishop's call, opened the door of the Church of the Fool, and walked out.
The outside temperature has obviously dropped a lot, just like Trier has entered autumn.
Under the illumination of gas street lamps, Lumian returned to the port.
Suddenly, a shaky figure walked out of the alley next to him.
The figure was wearing a thin shirt and trousers, no shoes on his feet, and his face was pale and wrinkled.
His eyes are more white than brown, and his exposed skin has patches of corpses.
Living corpse? Lumian raised his eyebrows.
The old man who seemed to be a living corpse was about to stagger towards the Black Pearl District, but as if he smelled the smell of spirituality and blood, he suddenly turned sideways, looked at Lumian, and made a sound that did not sound like a human being from his throat.
Lumian immediately condensed a red-to-white fireball and let it roar towards the living corpse.
In the roaring explosion, the living corpse's head was cracked, its body was torn apart, and it died again.
It no longer makes any movement.
"Is this just enough strength?" Lumian thought he had encountered a more dangerous undead creature.
He continued to move forward, condensing a dozen or twenty red and nearly white fireballs on the top of his head, behind his head, above his shoulders and on both sides of his body, allowing them to follow his movement and maintain a relatively suspended state.
Just as he turned the corner ahead, Lumian saw a young couple screaming in fear and running away.
Behind them, a living corpse with several bullet holes in its body was chasing them, with its dark red heart and white intestines looming.
Around Lumian, a red and almost white fireball flew out, passed over the two lovers, and exploded on the living corpse.
With a rumble, the charred corpses were thrown around with the remaining flames.
The young couple stopped in astonishment and looked at Lumian, who was surrounded by dozens or twenty red-white fireballs. Their eyes were confused and dazed, full of disbelief.
"Are you waiting for death?" Lumian cursed as he moved forward, "Go to the street behind and enter the Church of the Fool."
"Okay, okay!" The two young men, a man and a woman, responded instinctively, as if they were facing a policeman or adventurer with a gun.
The fireball is obviously more powerful than a gun, much more powerful!
When the couple entered the street where the Church of the Fool is located, Lumian continued walking towards the port unhurriedly like a messenger of flames.
On the way, he encountered several waves of people coming out of bars, open-air markets and other places and encountering living corpses.
Lumian didn't say anything, and just let the red and near-white fireballs around him shoot out, help them get rid of the resurrected corpses, and then asked them to go to the nearest church to take shelter.
The pursuit of living corpses and the shock of fireballs made his words extremely convincing, and no one had to stubbornly find a way out on their own.
If it really happened, Lumian wouldn't bother to care.
After several similar incidents, Lumian gradually figured out some rules: those living corpses were not transformed from living people, but came from the original dead. The dead in the entire Faringang city area were resurrected for some unknown reason;
Living corpses will instinctively approach the place where the previous explosion occurred, but if they meet a living person on the way, they will be attracted by flesh and blood and spirituality, chase, kill and eat.
Combining these rules, Lumian no longer asked the passers-by he met to seek shelter in far-away churches. He just ordered them to avoid hospitals, cemeteries and other places and find nearby bars, dance halls or places where no one had died recently.
The house stays for two or three hours.
After stopping and walking, firing the condensed red and nearly white fireballs until only the last two were left, Lumian returned to the port and boarded the "Asuka".
Philip pressed his hand on the side of the boat and looked at the area of the Governor's Palace.
"What happened?" he asked Lumian.
"How do I know?" Lumian replied funny.
Phillip immediately changed the question: "Have you encountered any abnormalities?"
Lumian then briefly explained the explosion in the direction of the Governor's Mansion and the suddenly resurrected corpses.
"Awaken the living corpse?" Philip frowned slightly and said to himself.
Without waiting for Lumian to express his opinion, he sighed and said: "On the first day of this trip, I was fine. On the second day, I encountered the 'Bonebreaker'. On the third day, I was attacked by the 'Death Navigator' at noon. At night,
,No, in the early morning of the fourth day, another disaster of living corpses occurred in Faling Port..."
"We have six days to go to Santa Port..."
Lumian felt guilty for a while.
Theoretically speaking, his attraction to disasters, or the attraction of disasters to him, should not be so frequent. When he was in Trier, it was not so frequent that he encountered a occult incident every day. If that were the case, "
007" died suddenly.
It's understandable that I encountered one or two disasters during the entire journey, but including the madness in Dadle Town, it really happened every day... There couldn't be something unclean following me, these were all caused by it
, triggered, aggregated, and there is essentially only one disaster I encountered, and that is it? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt the need to write to Ms. "Magician" to see if such frequent disasters were the cause.
What problem is hidden?
"Perhaps the disaster of living corpses just now was caused by the big trouble on the ship. This means that it has left the Bird and our subsequent journey will become peaceful." Lumian casually comforted Phillip.
He said this without much confidence.
"Hope." Philip opened his arms slightly and prayed devoutly, "Praise the sun!"
Lumian was not in a hurry to return to the first-class cabin, and stood by the side of the ship and looked at the situation in Faling Port.
The official acquiescence of the pirate trade in the Misty Sea Islands not only brought a certain amount of chaos and crime, but also led to a much larger number of Extraordinary people here than in ordinary Intis cities. They quickly organized a resistance and cleared away the living corpses in different streets, effectively
This greatly reduces the casualties of citizens and travelers.
It is unclear whether there are pirates here, adventurers who took advantage of the chaos to rob a bank and gold store, or killed enemies and insulted innocent people.
In less than two-quarters of an hour, all the commotion in the area where the explosion occurred subsided, and the official extraordinary people spread out to deal with the commotion in other streets.
"Very good, nothing serious happened. It was under control in time." Philip looked away and breathed a sigh of relief.
You can say this, but I can't... Lumian laughed at himself.
It was only then that Philip was in the mood to chat: "Did you go to Farin to drink?"
"Yes." Lumian said with a smile, "I accepted a commission by the way."
"What commission?" Philip asked casually.
"The pirate hunter is a pirate named 'Black Lord'." Lumian did not hide anything.
Philip's eyes narrowed, and he frowned and asked: "Are you sure you are better than the 'Black Lord'? He also has a ship and hundreds of subordinates!"
"Moreover, even if you really find a chance to assassinate him, aren't you afraid of the 'Twilight King''s revenge? That's one of the kings of the sea!"
"Just because you accept a commission doesn't mean you will definitely do it. I don't even know where to find 'Black Lord' Claes Kizz now. Is that his name?" Lumian doesn't care at all about the possible revenge of the "Twilight King"
.
There is more than one saint who wants to deal with him!
Philip saw that Louis Berry had accepted the task casually and would think twice about whether to do it if he had a chance, so he did not continue the topic.
The next morning.
The security director had just finished breakfast when he heard his sailors telling him: The Governor-General ordered that the port be temporarily closed and all ships were not allowed to leave!
Philip resisted the urge to stand up directly and asked in a deep voice: "What are those soldiers at the port doing?"
"Searching ship by ship." the sailor in question answered truthfully.
Lumian, who was in Room 5 of the first class cabin, looked at the port where the army had entered and there was chaos, and continued to write a letter to Jenna and Franka: "Something seems to have happened in Falin Port, St. Tique Island, Misty Sea Islands
Please ask that person to see if he knows the specific situation."
After writing this, Lumian raised his right hand, clicked four times on his chest in the order of up, down, left and right like Mr. K, and whispered sympathetically: "Poor '007'."