Located in the lobby of Hotel Orella on the ground floor.
Lugano held Ludwig, who was eating burritos, with one hand and his suitcase with the other, looking around slightly awkwardly. From birth to now, from becoming an adventurer to following Lumian all the way south, he has always
I have never stayed in a place with the suffix "hotel" instead of "hotel".
He had only read in newspapers and magazines that the most famous Champs Elysees Hotel in Trier cost a total of 21 million ferkin to be built. It has 800 rooms and 65 function halls. The most ordinary rooms, in the most ordinary season,
It cost 12 fils a day, which was a big shock to Lugano, which at that time only spent 3.5 fils a week to stay in a hotel.
It was just such incidents from the prosperous metropolis of Trier that Lugano finally plucked up the courage and shamelessly recommended himself to Lumian.
He wants to accumulate wealth as soon as possible, buy potion materials, and be promoted to "doctor"!
He wants to become a member of high society!
Only when he really became a "physician" did he realize how vast the extraordinary world was, and he was just getting started.
The male receptionist with slightly curly black hair, dark brown complexion, and a shrewd appearance said to Lugano in fluent Intis:
"Do you want a suite or a regular room? Do you want a coffin bed or a regular bed?"
Lugano turned his head and looked at his employer.
Lumian was playing with a caramel-colored East Balam cigarette that was directly wrapped with cured tobacco leaves. He brought it to his nose and took a slight sniff, smelling the tobacco leaves themselves, internal spices and various herbs.
mixed smell.
It's a bit exciting, quite fragrant, and makes you want to smell it again.
"Suite, ordinary, closer to the ground." Lumian, who has experienced renting a coffin as a means of transportation, has no idea of continuing to sleep in a coffin.
It's not that he has a psychological shadow, but that this thing will affect his perception of the surroundings. If he is really attacked, it will also hinder his initial response.
After hearing his answer, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief and conveyed the employer's request to the male receptionist.
"Eight Filkin per day, three days prepayment required." The man at the front desk, who was obviously a local native, quoted the price.
After Lugano completed the payment, the receptionist looked at his colleagues and said flatteringly:
"I'll take you down."
There were three mechanical lifts at the back of the hall. Lumian and others entered the middle door and pulled the brass handle to the position representing the third underground floor.
The chains were tightened, the gears were engaged, and the sounds of various metal parts starting to move were heard. Further away, it seemed as if a boiler was burning, and white mist was spraying out.
The mechanical lift began to descend. The native receptionist glanced at Ludwig, put on a smile, and said to Lumian:
“Are you going to settle in Puerto Palos?
“If you need to know about local grammar schools and housing rentals in different communities, you can contact me.”
In his opinion, people who bring their seven or eight-year-old children to the Southern Continent must move here instead of traveling here. After all, the children are still too young and not suitable for dangerous long-distance travel.
Since you are moving here, you need to rent or buy a house, and you need to choose a good school. These are all opportunities to make money!
When he heard the word "school", Ludwig, who was chewing roasted corn on the cob, suddenly stopped chewing, as if he felt that the food in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.
Lumian couldn't guess what the native receptionist was thinking, but he didn't mind. Instead, he admired the other party's shrewdness.
He smiled and said:
"Let's take a look first. I haven't decided whether to stay in Palos Port yet."
At this time, the mechanical lift stopped at the third underground floor.
As Lumian walked into the room with the room on the right and the stone fence and the cold deep valley on the left, he said to the native receptionist:
"Do you know the town of Tizamo?"
The native receptionist helped Lugano carry his suitcase, bent his back slightly, and led the way from the side:
"I know that many gentlemen like to go to Tizamo for jungle safari on the weekends.
"There are many secret temples and tombs left by former nobles in the jungle over there. If you want to go there, be sure not to go deep. The primitive tribes there are barbaric and ferocious."
Lumian nodded lightly and did not ask any further questions. When he arrived at Suite No. 7 and entered the living room, he casually took out a silver coin of 1 Fergkin and threw it to the native receptionist:
"May I have your name?"
The front desk looked surprised:
"You can call me Ron."
Lumian laughed:
"I may trouble you frequently in the future, for example, what is the name of the nearest and better bar and where is it?"
Ron touched the silver coin in his hand and said with a smile:
"It is an honor to assist you.
"You can go to the 'Piranha' bar, where communication is in Intis, just on the street behind our hotel."
Lumian gave Lugano a few instructions, and left the room with Ron, waiting for one of the mechanical lifts to come up.
When they entered, there was already a man standing inside.
The man's face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he was wearing a wrinkled shirt and trousers.
Lumian glanced at him and said nothing.
With the sound of the chain tightening and the relatively stable lifting, the mechanical lift returned to the ground.
When the man with empty eyes walked out of the compartment door and distanced himself from him, Ron approached Lumian and whispered:
"I just wanted to remind you to pretend you didn't see the guest."
"Who is he?" Lumian asked casually.
Ron glanced around and said in a lowered voice:
"He lives in a suite on the eighteenth floor underground and is Mr. Ivelista's servant.
"That gentleman's servants don't look normal."
Of course it's not normal, that's a walking corpse... Lumian cursed.
He had just stared at the servant and found that the other person's fate was dark and belonged to the deceased.
Encountering such a thing in a country that once worshiped the "God of Death", Lumian was not shocked at all.
He has seen the afterimage of the "Blood Emperor". What is this kind of living corpse?
…………
In the evening when there was still a feeling of sultry heat, Lumian bypassed the man-made ravine where the Orella Hotel was located, entered a street that he couldn't pronounce, and found a bar with exaggerated paintings of piranha flowers.
He put on a golden straw hat, lit the East Balam cigarette he had bought in the hotel lobby, and held it in his mouth.
Cough cough cough!
Lumian soon started coughing, and two puffs of white smoke came out of his nose.
He originally wanted to smoke Dongbalang cigarettes to show that he was an experienced adventurer, but he did not expect that Dongbalang cigarettes would be so exciting, which made him unable to bear it as he had hardly smoked before.
——There are all kinds of cheap alcohol in the village of Kordu, but there are no cigarettes for sale. Lumian has only seen a few people smoking, such as Pons Benet and Louis Lund.
After extinguishing the East Balam cigarette and throwing it into the trash can, Lumian entered the bar, skillfully approached the bar, pulled up a high stool and sat down.
He felt the residual smell of smoke in his mouth and decided to drink something mild first, so he knocked on the table of the bar and said in Intis:
"A glass of sugar and wine, the ordinary kind."
"10 Ricks." The bartender is a local man wearing a white shirt and a black vest, and speaks with a distinct accent in Intis.
Lumian paid the bill and waited for the bartender to pour the wine. He naturally looked around and found that no one was looking at him, and there were only a dozen wanted posters posted on the wall of the bar.
He thoughtfully took the amber sugar wine, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and asked the bartender with a smile:
"Do you know who I am?"
The bartender glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Every once in a while, adventurers who think they are well-known ask me this question, but I'm sorry, I don't know you."
It seems that the great adventurer Louis Berry's deeds of hunting the "Devil Wizard" were mainly spread in the Sea of Mist. I became famous later because I have been operating within the sphere of influence of the Church of the "Earth Mother Goddess". Well, I entered the Sea of Raging Sea.
Louis Berry's reputation is actually not that great, and no one has heard of it in West Balam... In this way, "Hisso" should not know that I have arrived at Palos Port, unless he squats at the dock every day
... Lumian did not become angry because of the bartender's words. He drank sugar and wine and thought about detailed issues.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the bartender laughed casually and said:
"You just arrived in the Southern Continent, right?"
"Yes, we just went out to the Raging Sea in the morning." Lumian quickly entered the state of being a regular at the old tavern and told the story with a smile, "I met the ghost ship in the Raging Sea, saw the mummies on it, and shared the moonlight with them.
After a dance, repelling the devil's attack, and praising the mother of all things, you may never imagine how magical and dangerous the violent sea is..."
The bartender wiped the inner wall of the glass and interrupted Lumian's words:
"I know, that's where the 'God of Death' disappeared after all."
"Where did the 'God of Death' disappear?" Lumian asked in shock.
Although he had guessed that the danger of the violent sea and the abnormal weather were caused by the death of the gods, he did not expect to get the answer so easily.
The bartender looked at Lumian with an expression like "You are actually a rookie" and said:
"Haven't you heard of the legend of treasure at sea?
"The first one on the list is the 'Key of Death'. It is said that at the end of the Fourth Age, the 'Death' who failed in the Pale War was on his way back to Balam. In order to hinder the enemy, he set off a violent storm and created an insurmountable obstacle.
Barriers completely separated the northern and southern continents, but He did not return to His throne in the end and disappeared from sight. Only those with special keys can find Him, find the treasures He left behind, and obtain His gifts."
The bartender's tone was a little complicated.
Lumian fell into silence.
He came to the sea for revenge and had no interest in the legend of the treasure. He did not expect to miss such important information.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the heavy wooden door of the bar being pushed open.
The originally noisy and lively bar suddenly became silent and extremely quiet.
Lumian followed the strange atmosphere, turned sideways, and turned his gaze to the door.