Chapter 55 The real purpose (first update in 2024, please vote for me)
The young man who was supporting Juan Oro on the other side suddenly raised his head and looked at Lumian, who was sitting next to the coachman, with one leg hanging down and one leg bent and leaning forward slightly, his eyes burning. Concealed anger.
The coachman was startled and frantically tried to distance himself from Lumian, but with horses in front of him and Lugano on his left, there was no way to avoid him in a hurry.
Lugano swallowed hard and complained that his employer's behavior was too radical.
Is this imitating Gehrman Sparrow?
But the employer didn't act this crazy before, but seemed very smart!
Juan Oro, an old man with mottled black hair, seemed not to notice the muzzle of the gun in front of his forehead. He turned his head sideways, let go of the revolver, and continued walking forward.
When Lumian saw this scene, he pulled the trigger without blinking.
Bang!
A yellow bullet shot out of the revolver and went straight to the side of Juan Oro's head.
A palm blocked it at some point, and the bullet stalled instantly, changing from fast to slow, and landed in the palm of the hand with a spinning posture. Being held by it, it felt like it was stuck in a thick swamp.
The broad bronze palm belonged to the young man supporting Juan Oro. He stared at Lumian, raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, and then roared: "Are you crazy?"
Before he finished speaking, red-red and nearly white fireballs were reflected in his eyes, and they came over him from a distance of less than one meter.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt like he was being pulled out of this world. There was no longer a carriage under him, the earth was no longer in his eyes, and an endless darkness was suspended in nothingness.
The red and nearly white fireballs were guided by invisible forces and fell rapidly, deviating from their original direction.
Boom!
They were superimposed together and hit the roadside dozens of meters away, creating deep and large potholes.
The horses were frightened and all raised their front hooves, screaming in fear. The driver instinctively pulled on the reins, trying his best to control the animals' reactions.
Lumian's "hallucination" disappeared with the explosion, and his eyes reflected the figures of Juan Oro and the young man again.
Juan Oro, who had deep wrinkles on his face, his beard and hair spread out, raised the black crutch in his hand, and shouted in a medium voice: "Have you had enough?"
Lumian smiled and raised the revolver in his right hand again, aiming at the president of the fishing guild again.
At this moment, Rubio Paco's voice came from the rear compartment: "Let them come over."
This is in Intis language.
Lumian then lowered his arm, smiled and said in Intis: "My employer allows you to pass."
He looked like he didn't understand the Plateau language spoken by Juan Oro and the young man.
Juan Oro looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away, wielding a cane, and walked around to the side of the carriage. The young man supporting him kept glaring at Lumian angrily, but he didn't know what to scold him, because he I can't understand it at all.
Juan Oro looked at the car window and asked in a calm voice: "Marta, I heard that you are sick?" 3
"Yes." The old lady responded weakly through the glass.
Juan Oro nodded: "Has the Governor allowed you to seek treatment? Do you need my help in pleading?
"Already allowed." Rubio answered on behalf of his mother.
"That's good." Juan Oro nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
He immediately turned his body sideways and walked slowly toward the building where the "Governor of the Sea" mansion was located, holding on to his crutches.
The young man supporting him gave Lumian a hateful look and returned his attention to the old man.
Lumian adjusted back to his original sitting position as if nothing had happened. He said to Lugano: "The carriage can continue moving forward."
Lugano suddenly woke up and seemed to have just come back to his senses. He quickly ordered the coachman who was also frightened to calm the horses and leave Milo Village as soon as possible.
The journey was uneventful and they returned to No. 21 Santa Lana Street.
Lumian took back Ludwig from Giorgia, whose mouth was still a little oily, and said to Rubio Paco with a smile: "Remember your promise."
"otherwise.….…"
He smiled and said nothing else.
"Don't worry." Rubio replied in Intis.
After seeing Louis Bay and his godson off, and the translator leaving, Georgia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her husband and said, "I have never seen a child that can eat. He must be abnormal!" 62
"Otherwise Louis Bay wouldn't be able to keep him in our house with confidence." Rubio was not surprised at all.
Aquinas Street, Hotel Solo.
After Lugano closed the door, he couldn't help but asked Lumian:
"You, why are you so radical? That is the president of the Santa Port Fisheries Guild, a famous big shot, and that is Milo Village!"
He believed that his employer must have a hidden agenda.
Lumian glanced at his guide, smiled and said: "What else? If we don't take advantage of the fact that they are in a public place, it is unlikely that the two sides will develop into a life-and-death fight. Test them, feel their strength, wait until How dangerous would it be to try again in the dead of night when no one cares about the authority of the Church of the Earth Mother and the Feneport government?"
If you really want to find out that Juan Oro has divine power, you have to hurry up and summon helpers!
"Yes..." Lugano suddenly realized.
Sure enough, the madness shown by the employer was all disguise, and every time he was aggressive had a hidden purpose!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue! However, did he come to Santa Port to do something during the sea prayer ceremony? Otherwise, why would he always target people from the fishing guild?
That would be very dangerous!
Should I resign early and not pay the balance?
Lumian looked at the translator who fell silent, walked to the easy chair in the living room with a smile, and lay down relaxedly.
What he told Lugano was only one of the purposes of those previous actions, the most superficial purpose.
The most important purpose is that he wants to use those radical actions to send a message: he is here to investigate the sea prayer ceremony. He is not afraid of the people of the Fishery Guild and Milo Village. He has the corresponding strength and enough courage!
Whether he forced his way into the "Governor of the Sea" mansion or pointed a gun at Juan Oro's head and fired without caring, it was all to show this information.
He believes that there must be people in Santa Port who are not satisfied with the fishery guild and don't like the sea prayer ceremony. After all, the main beneficiaries are fishermen, maritime merchants and related industry practitioners, and they are not equal to all of Santa Port.
For example, although the Church of the Mother Earth and the Santa Port government were unable to deal with this issue due to some reasons, they allowed the fishing guild to be autonomous and did not even allow outsiders to participate in related matters. However, if a person shows signs of If they have a strong tendency to investigate regardless of the cost and are not afraid of the consequences, will they be tempted, will they acquiesce or even secretly support this person to do something for profit?
Similarly, the beneficiary groups are not monolithic. Some are in power, some are frustrated, some are superior, and some are jealous. They may not want the sea prayer ceremony to withdraw from the stage of history, but most of them want to see those in power. Tough luck, spare a seat and give yourself a seat.
In this way, Lumian, who has set up the banner of investigating the sea prayer ceremony, being decisive and tough, and having outstanding strength, does not need to run around by himself, bothering to ask questions, and distinguish traces. He can sit at home and receive all kinds of messages that are transmitted overtly or covertly. Information, compare it with each other to distinguish the true from the false.
For an outsider with limited time, this is the fastest and most effective way to figure out the entire process of the sea prayer ceremony and the truth about last year's accident.
For the core members of the "April Fool's Day" who are lurking in the dark and may have dug a trap, this is also a reasonable strategy to draw their attention to the adventurer Louis Bay and thus arouse suspicion.
By then, combined with the intelligence obtained and the traces discovered, Lumian will hopefully be able to catch them through the target's trap.
Of course, the biggest problem with this plan is that it is more dangerous. After all, it will put yourself at the center of everyone's attention, but how can there be any hunting without taking risks? Moreover, Lumian has many helpers.
In a flash of thought, Lumian discovered that after becoming a "conspirator", he had a clearer grasp of the situation and the conflicts between various groups. At this time, with the help of the term Aurore likes to use, he had a clear understanding of the situation. The conspiracy has a deeper understanding: "The most brilliant conspiracy is a conspiracy!"
This is also one of the focuses of his future roles.
At early two o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian saw his messenger, "The Confessor" Bayinfer coming out of the void and handing him a letter.
He asked a little doubtfully: "Whose?"
When it’s time to communicate, haven’t we communicated before?
"It belongs to the tall witch." Bayinfer replied.
Is there something wrong with Franka again? Lumian took the letter and opened it.
"The man she and Jenna met on the fourth floor of the catacombs was suspected to be from the world where the 'Celestial Master' was, the world before she traveled through?" Lumian's pupils dilated slightly.
But this seems to be different from the members of the Curly Baboon Research Association. Their souls traveled through time, and they brought their bodies directly with them!
Surprised, Lumian grasped a question keenly: "Why would a person like that go to the fourth floor of the catacombs?"
"Is it because it seals the 'Fountain of the Samaritan Woman' and the overflowing water of the Styx that connects the two worlds?"
"Have similar people come to our world before? If so, why didn't they leave any traces like Emperor Russell and other time-travelers?
"Franka and Jenna's trip to the fourth floor of the catacombs seemed to have too many coincidences... not only did they discover a new 'mirror world fragment', but they also met that person..."
After writing a letter to Franka with all the questions that came to his mind, Lumian was just about to ask Lugano to translate today's newspaper when he heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled up a back chair, and sat down facing the door.
Boom, boom, boom, a few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of their suite.
"Who?" Lugano asked.
A mature and soft voice came from outside the door: "I am Noelia of the Order of Abundance."
Hearing this name, Lumian leaned back slightly and smiled.
He felt that his "Conspirator" potion was digesting a little more.