In the lively atmosphere, Lumian drank to his heart's content until almost midnight, then he and Butner left the bar together and walked to the street where the sea breeze had turned cooler.
"You don't really want to hunt the 'Black Lord', do you?" Butner asked hesitantly.
Wasn't Louis Berry's performance just a repetition of last night's conspiracy, hoping that "Black Lord" Claes Kizz would come to him on his own?
"Otherwise?" Lumian tilted his head, his smiling green eyes didn't look half drunk, "If he doesn't come to me, where can I find him? Or, sneak into 'Ginny'
On the Persian, one person against a whole boatload of them?"
That's right...Butner actually felt that what Louis Berry said had some truth to it.
Once the "Black Lord" goes ashore, he will inevitably disguise himself and will not be easy to find. And if he is at sea and in his own boat, it is almost impossible for a single adventurer to hunt him. Lions are also afraid of pack wolves, not to mention
In that group of wolves, in addition to Claes Kizz, there were several leaders with extraordinary abilities.
Then every leader, Butner asked himself, would not be weaker than himself.
After a few seconds, Butner realized that the point was wrong and blurted out: "Are you sure you can deal with the 'Black Lord' and the two or three helpers he may have?"
Lumian raised his lips: "Every adventurer who comes to the sea wants to recreate Gehrman Sparrow's great cause."
This was not the first time he said this, but he had always said it in a joking tone before, but this time Butner heard it as calm and serious.
He wouldn't really think about it, would he?
Is he cunning and treacherous, or reckless and crazy?
At this moment, Butner overturned his understanding of Louis Berry.
His actions have purposes and traps, but his intentions and ideas are unrealistic. The most important thing is that he himself knows that they are unrealistic, but he still calmly and persistently chooses to pursue them in order to realize his goals.
Big dream.
How to describe this person? Butner couldn't find the right words for a moment.
At this time, Lumian had already walked to the stalls in the open-air market and spent 5 Filkin to buy fried banana slices, scones, barbecue, grilled oysters, grilled fish, grilled shrimps, sugar cane and other foods.
"Aren't you full yet?" Butner asked in shock.
When we were drinking just now, they had some French fries, fried fish and meatloaf.
Lumian smiled and said, "Bring supper to my godson."
Godson...you have a godson at your age? Butner didn't quite understand this guy who spoke with a Savoie accent.
Maybe, it’s popular in that mountainous province to find young people to be godfathers?
After Lumian put up the brown paper bags, Butner breathed out and said: "Your plan may not be effective. There are adventurers everywhere who like to brag. Those people just now may not regard the words you preached as a joke.
Tell others, this is too common."
Lumian smiled slightly and said: "No, they will spread it quickly. In a few days, the entire Faling Port will know that there is such a new adventurer who has accepted the commission and wants to hunt the 'Black Lord'."
"How is that possible? You can't control their mouths." Butner subconsciously retorted.
Suddenly, he froze: "You can't really, really control their thoughts..."
Lumian sneered, raised his hand holding several paper bags and touched his head: "Use your brain and think carefully."
"They don't want to spread it, but some people help me spread it."
Butner suddenly realized: "You want to secretly ask a group of people to help you publicize this matter..."
Having said this, he paused for a few seconds before saying: "You don't need to ask. After the big businessman Fidel knows your performance, he will help you achieve your goal. He has enough resources, but what if he doesn't know...
..."
"I will visit him tomorrow." Lumian responded calmly.
It's very thorough and feasible, just like an iron chain, one link interlocking with another... The more Butner thought about it, the more he felt that every detail of this plan had been taken into consideration, but overall it showed a crazy temperament.
After a while, he instinctively evaluated: "If the 'Black Lord' comes out of the Sea of Fog, it may take a few months to hear the news. If he happens to be in Faling Port, then maybe he will know in two or three days."
.”
Counting the tourists coming and going, Faling Port has a population of just over 100,000, which may not even be comparable to the district of Trier - more people are distributed in the plantations on Sentic Island and the Andatna volcano mine.
Inside.
"I hope he is in Faling Port." Lumian said with a contented expression of walking at night.
Butner fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Back on the "Asuka", Lumian entered first-class room No. 5, looked at Ludwig who was eating the reserved late night snack, and put the brown paper bags he was carrying on the dining table.
The aroma of fried food and barbecue spread quickly.
Ludwig looked up in surprise, then buried his head and quickly ate the food Lumian brought back.
Lumian sat on a nearby easy chair and rocked gently.
Finally, Ludwig sighed comfortably: "You will get tired of eating cheese, bread, cakes and biscuits all the time for late night snacks."
A person who can even eat live mice is not qualified to say this... Lumian cursed and said with a smile: "This proves that I have not forgotten you as my godson.
"By the way, how long do you plan to follow me like this? I have already taken you to escape from the Church of Knowledge."
Ludwig thought about it seriously: "Follow me until I can make money to support myself. Now, now I am still a child!"
Also, if this guy has no money to buy food, something terrible might happen...Also, before I go to the 'City of Exile', the Church of Knowledge will not allow Ludwig to leave me...
Lumian laughed at himself and said: "I am an unmarried man who has to raise a child like you for a long time."
"It doesn't have to be long..." Ludwig muttered quietly.
Meaning, can you recover to the point where you can support yourself within this year or next year? Lumian pretended not to hear Ludwig's muttering, and pointed to the servant room with his chin: "Is that guy okay?"
Ludwig, who was acting as a little spy, asked in confusion: "For Intis people, does it fall into the category of lawlessness to go on the deck or in the bar and strike up conversations with women on the pretext of helping people with medical treatment?"
"Belongs." Lumian sighed helplessly.
You Intis people.
In the afternoon of the next day, amid rumors that the port blockade might end tomorrow morning, Lumian got off the "Asuka" and went straight to Correas Street in the Black Pearl District to visit the big businessman Fidel Guerra in advance.
He had received a letter from Franka last night through Janna's Xia Zuo rabbit. The description of the explosion in Faling Port in the letter was basically consistent with the information Philip had obtained, with just a few more details: Official Extraordinary
When they arrived at the scene, "Devil Wizard" Boorman had already escaped;
What the official Beyonders deal with is the product of a failed experiment, an undead monster composed of numerous limbs and corpses that can awaken all the dead in Faling Port;
Many patients in that hospital were killed by monsters...
Lumian still saw Fidel Guerra in the study. This middle-aged and elderly man of Intis and Fenebaud smoked a cigar and said with a smile: "Did you come here because of the smell? I just received
The venom of the bearded horned lizard.”
Just received it? I'm afraid I've always had it. Seeing as I'm trying hard to fish out the "Black Lord" and complete your commission, I didn't say that I haven't received the goods yet... Lumian guessed and smiled: "This
It means that luck is favoring me, how many ferkin?"
"3800 ferkin, I don't earn much." Fidel said sincerely.
Lumian didn't bargain, he took out a wad of banknotes and counted 3,800 Firkin.
When Fidel saw this, he called a waiter in and gave him some instructions.
Not long after, the waiter brought back a brown glass bottle.
"Do not use metal containers, as corrosion will occur and change the properties of the venom." Fidel asked the waiter to collect the money and deliver the goods, while he always kept a distance of about ten meters from Lumian.
Lumian nodded slightly, glanced at the brown glass bottle, and put it into his pocket.
When the waiter went out, Fidel smiled again: "I heard that you repeated your performance at the bar last night?"
The big businessman showed his well-informed side.
"Of course a useful strategy should be used more often." Lumian acquiesced to the other party's words.
Fidel nodded: "I like you as an energetic young man. I will help you spread your words and try to be heard by Claes Kiz in the shortest possible time."
"Haha, the adventurers I entrusted before were too stable."
"No problem, that's actually why I came today." After Lumian finished speaking, he turned and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned sideways, and said thoughtfully: "Say,
Will 'Devil Wizard' Boorman be hiding here with you?"
Fidel was stunned for a moment: "What are you talking about?"
"What does the devil wizard have to do with me here?"
"Nothing, just take a guess." Lumian smiled softly and said, "Correas Street is very close to the place where the explosion occurred last night, and it is very suitable for you to hide here."
Without waiting for Fidel to respond, he took another step and slowly left the building.
Fidel looked at his back and frowned slightly, as if wondering why he said that.
In the dead of night, the sound of crashing waves echoed far away, and the "Flying Bird" swayed gently.
Lumian was lying on the big bed in Room 5 of the first-class cabin, covered with a velvet quilt, his eyes closed, breathing long and soundly asleep.
Suddenly, a dark cloud seemed to float outside the window, covering the red moon and stars in the sky.
The room with the curtains drawn suddenly became darker. Even if I just looked at my hand, I could barely distinguish five fingers.
In the vast expanse of shadow, something seemed to come alive.