Even through the glass window, Lumian could hear the sound of the swords of the two young men clashing outside.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Is there really a fight?
Although the style of dueling is prevalent in Trier, it is rare for people to just pick up a weapon and do it. If there is really a conflict, if you want to duel on the spot, you will still go through the entire process - first make sure you want a duel with cold weapons.
, or shoot revolvers at each other, then sign a contract, then find a witness recognized by both parties, and finally go to the front desk of a cafe or bar counter to borrow a gun or a sword. Only such a duel is a legal duel and will not be stopped by the police.
arrest.
Situations like this where swords are wielded for fighting over disagreements are either a precursor to a riot or a vendetta between gangs. Real fights rarely use such cold weapons that are easily fatal.
The security in Santa Port, or in the Kingdom of Feneport, is so bad? This is what surprised Lumian.
When he got off the "Asuka" and went to the Solo Hotel, he discovered that people in Santa Port liked to wear swords, which made him seem to have entered the kind of environment described in classical literature.
This is actually legal!
In a maritime colony like Faling Port, no one openly carries these things, and even hanging a short knife has to be concealed.
Of course, for him, this is actually a good thing.
He watched the two young men fighting to the death through the window with great interest, commenting on their fighting skills in his mind from time to time.
At this moment, a group of people trotted over from the other end of the street.
They are all women, wearing two-corner cloth hats with white stripes on a black background, black lining and brown leather armor. They have a dark black cloak behind them and two crossed straight swords, one on the left and one on the right of their waists.
He was wearing a brass-colored revolver.
The leading woman looks to be in her mid-twenties, with thick black hair that is naturally curled, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and plump red lips. She is quite beautiful.
Standing over 1.7 meters tall, she took out a straight sword from her back and shouted something to the two men fighting in the street with a stern expression.
Lumian only understood the word "stop".
The two young men really stopped. They stood on the street and accepted the scolding of the group of women, losing their previous momentum.
After a few minutes, they took their swords and left separately without being arrested.
Lumian took a sip of Torel coffee and didn't quite understand this situation.
The language barrier is quite troublesome.
After Ludwig finished eating the food on the table while controlling his speed, Lugano returned here with an inconspicuous face.
Lumian did not rush to ask him if he had found a black marketeer who could fake his identity. He said casually: "In Santa Port, is it legal to possess cold weapons?"
Lugano lowered the short black hat with a round brim on his head and said in a low voice: "Yes, this is a local custom. The government of the Kingdom of Feneport respects this tradition, and, for them, Gaya Province
It’s also a good thing to have more dead spots.”
"Why?" Lumian asked with interest.
Lugano half covered his face with his hands, as if he was afraid of being followed.
Seeing this, Lumian threw the "Lie" ear clip to him.
Lugano quickly went to the bathroom and returned to his original appearance. Of course, his facial features were more straightened.
Only then did he feel relieved and began to explain: "Have you ever heard of the 'Battle of Broken Oaths'?"
Lumian, who had received Aurore's strict education, responded reflexively: "The 'Oath-Breaking War' that started in 738 of the Fifth Age? Lundberg, Masi, Sehgal and other small countries in central and southern China started from Feneport."
The 'Oath-breaking War' in which the northern part of the kingdom separated, and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom broke up with the Church of the Mother Earth?"
Lugano was stunned for a moment: "Yes."
He only knew a rough idea, but the other party actually told the specific year and final result.
After a few seconds, Lugano lowered his voice again and said: "During the 'Battle of Broken Oaths', the entire Gaya Province, especially the area near the Daliez Mountains, also wanted to go out independently, but
Didn't make it."
"Later, in order to guard against the locals, even though there were high-quality iron ore and coal mines south of the Liège Mountains, the Kingdom of Feneport only built a smelting plant, not a gun factory, and the troops stationed here did not have any locals.
Local soldiers have been assigned to other places."
"The 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' was once widely believed here?" Lumian couldn't help but glance at Ludwig, who was enjoying dessert.
One of the keys to the independence of Central and Southern countries such as Lundborg, Masi, and Sehgal is that their mainstream social belief is the "god of knowledge and wisdom" rather than the "goddess of the earth."
"I don't know." Lugano shook his head honestly.
He continued: "You should be very clear by now. In ancient times, the province of Gaya was mainly composed of four types of people. One was farmers, the other was fishermen from Santa Puerto and other places, and the third was mountain people who relied on mineral deposits and hunting to survive.
The fourth are the herdsmen you are most familiar with, the latter three are very tough, like swords, and are not afraid of conflicts."
Lumian nodded after hearing this.
Indeed it is.
Regardless of whether fishermen, mountain people, or herdsmen are relatively poor, they all have to face the cruelty of nature, fight against various dangers outside human settlements, and even have to guard against similar people with evil intentions. Swords are a necessity, and
Not a decoration.
Lumian once heard the herdsmen who were transitioning talk about the attacks of wolves and the ferocity of bandits, and he was deeply impressed by this.
Lugano Gulu drank the lemonade he just ordered and breathed a sigh of relief: "One of the three major fighting sects of the Mother Earth is stationed in Gaya Province. On the one hand, it guards against us in the north and Lundberg in the northeast.
, on the other hand, it also means monitoring local people.
"Hehe, in Gaya Province and in Santa Port, it is not strange to meet battle nuns. Their temperament is different from other women..."
Lugano showed a leisurely and fascinated expression.
Was that team just now the battle nuns who helped maintain law and order? Lumian suddenly realized.
He laughed and teased Lugano: "That's a nun."
Lugano smiled ambiguously and said: "The nuns of the Mother Earth Church do not keep their vows of chastity. Instead, they promise to have as many children by a certain age. If they like you, they will take the initiative. Sometimes
, and semi-forced. What the young people here like most is to show their masculine side and brave side in front of those nuns, and maybe someone will take a fancy to them."
Promise to have as many children by how many years... This sounds a bit strange... Although this is in line with the teachings of the "Earth Mother Goddess", it always reminds me of the other "mother"... Local tradition, government connivance
, the influence of religious doctrine and the animalistic expressions during courtship have jointly created the folk custom here of using cold weapons to fight in the streets... Lumian did not expect that there would be such a complicated historical origin behind such a trivial incident just now.
It's quite interesting to savor this carefully.
At this moment, Lumian suddenly understood what Aurore once said: "If I enter college again without the pressure of life, then I will study history."
Huh... Lumian exhaled slowly and said to Lugano: "Have you gained anything?"
Lugano, who was still thinking about the Battle Sister, was stunned for a moment and could not recover in time.
"You Intis people..." Lumian said "tsk".
Only then did Lugano understand what the question was about, and he smiled and said: "It's good, I found a black marketeer who is very capable and has many channels to help."
"Do you want to meet him? He is also a descendant of the Dalège people."
"Okay." Lumian drank the remaining coffee and stood up.
Trier, fourth level of the catacombs.
Jenna and Franka each held a burning white candle and looked at the open "door" of the ancient tomb, neither daring to go any further.
No one knows what is buried there, or whether something terrible might emerge.
If they were in the outside world, the two "witches" could still use divination to confirm the situation, but they were in the catacombs.
Within the body, it is almost impossible to establish a close enough connection with the normal spiritual world, and the results can be imagined.
You know, Lumian can't directly use "Spirit World Travel" to enter, but he can "teleport" internally.
After hesitating for a moment, Franka handed a substitute mirror of her own to Janna, then stepped solemnly, relying on spiritual premonitions, and slowly approached the ancient tomb.
After the distance was close enough, the dim candlelight in her hand shone in, illuminating a pile of pale skeletons piled in the entrance area.
Light green and black mold spots have grown on it.
Franka raised the white candle in her hand and cast her gaze into the depths of the tomb.
There were bones there, piled up in a mess, covering every inch of the ground. There was a sarcophagus in the middle, which had tilted, and a large number of bones were poured out as if they were about to rot.
"It doesn't look dangerous." Franka hesitated and said.
Jian Na then came closer and handed back her stand-in mirror.
Franka looked at it for a while and said, "There's nothing valuable."
Among the various funerary objects, gems and other items are missing. They must have been lost when the underground tombs were originally built and these ancient tombs were opened. Other items were either weathered, decayed, or broken. Even the murals on the walls were only left with some.
trace.
Jian Na followed for a while and said uncertainly: "Where are the places pressed by these bones?"
"Let me take a look." Franka took a few steps closer, letting the invisible "spider thread" spread over and wrap around the pile of pale skeletons at the door, helping them move their positions.
Suddenly, an irregular mirror fragment, as if painted with black paint, appeared in the firelight.
Jian Na and Franka both looked at each other intently.
That, that is very similar to the mirror world fragments they obtained in Trier in the Fourth Age!
"There once was a special 'man in the mirror' who died here?" Franca whispered to herself, "The shadow of Crismena appeared here to tell us about this? But why did she
Are you going to attack us again?"
Jian Na was equally puzzled. She thought for a moment and said, "Why did the special 'man in the mirror' die here? Whose tomb belongs to this tomb, or in other words, which family in ancient times?"
Franka stared at it for a moment, then solemnly nodded and said: "This may be what we need to investigate next."
Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the two people put away the mirror fragment and carefully searched the entire tomb chamber using the invisible spider threads of the "Witch of Joy", but found no items marking the identity of the tomb owner.
"Hey, let's go back and think of a solution." Franka sighed, "Now go get the antique tear bottle for that employer."