Chapter 168 Late at night (Thank you Zhuri for still rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Chapter 666 Late at night (Thank you Zhuri for still rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Like many churches in Intis, this one in Tizamo has a golden dome, which is like the reflection of the sun on the ground.
As soon as Lumian passed through the gate, he was almost blinded by the gold foil inlaid on the walls, arches, domes, frescoes sprinkled with gold powder, and statues dominated by gold, and the pieces of glass behind the altar shone through.
The sunlight made him instinctively raise his hand to lower the golden straw hat on his head.
It was lunch break at this time, and many Tizamo Town residents in thin and simple clothes were sitting in different positions, bowing their heads in prayer.
They didn't mind at all the splendid, luxurious appearance of the church.
This is not only because they all believed in the "Eternal Burning Sun" since childhood, but also because there were many gold mines in the Balam Empire, and the people generally liked gold, and this hobby has been preserved to this day.
Lumian also likes gold, but he doesn't want to withstand such blazing sunlight.
Camus beside him tried his best to explain:
"I'm not monitoring you, nor am I saying that I will follow you wherever you go to prevent accidents.
"I'm here to help you. You're not very proficient in Dutan, and you don't know enough about the situation in Tizamo Town and the people here. I can introduce it to you."
"Do you understand it very well?" Lumian took the opportunity to tilt his head and asked with a smile.
Camus rubbed his fluffy brown hair and replied without any embarrassment:
"If you don't understand anything, I can help you ask Maslow and the others."
Lumian didn't mind having such an official Beyonder by his side. If something really happened, he could still have more thugs.
He nodded gently and said:
"If you want to follow, just follow."
As he spoke, Lumian walked towards the row of seats in front of the altar under the blazing sunlight.
Camus hesitated for a few seconds and found a seat at the edge of the church to sit down.
As a believer of the "Mother Goddess of the Earth", he can freely enter and exit the churches of all righteous gods, but he cannot engage in acts of worship.
As for Louis Berry, he only knew that he had close ties with the Church of the Fool, but he was not sure whether he believed in the Fool.
Lumian controlled the twitching of the muscles on his face with the endurance of an "ascetic", sat down facing the sun as if nothing had happened, lowered his head in front of the priest who was preaching, and began to pray.
The priest was a native of Porto Palos, his name was Cali. His skin color was a standard dark brown, his eye sockets were sunken, his contours were far from soft, his black hair was only a thin layer, and he was not wearing a clergy hat.
He is in his forties, has a solemn expression, and preaches in Intis with an indistinguishable accent.
Lumian was very inattentive while pretending to pray, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, which made him seem to be back in Kordu Village. At that time, even when he attended mass and prayed in the church, he was still thinking about his own things.
When it was almost over, I quickly praised the sun and made a wish that my sister would always be in good health and that I would be admitted to college without having to do much homework or test papers.
None of this materialized.
After the priest finished his sermon, Lumian raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly in the sun, and concentrated on observing Father Cali's fortune.
Nothing special.
On the surface, there was indeed nothing unusual about Tizamo Town... In the pain of being sunburned, Lumian was about to avert his gaze, but with a thought in his heart, he used the "Reaper's" "weak spot detection" ability.
He was thinking of the parish priest Guillaume Benet and Father Monserrate of the Church of the Mother Earth.
Who says there won’t be problems with the clergy of the Orthodox Church?
In this case, you can observe the weaknesses in advance, and if you encounter a situation where the clergy is corrupted, you can quickly solve it.
Various colors appeared on Father Cali's body surface and in Lumian's eyes.
But there is no pale color in it!
This means that Father Cali has no weaknesses!
Impossible. Even if this priest is an Extraordinary, his rank should not be too high. How could he not have any weaknesses? The "Sun" path is not known for its tough body and is not afraid of blows... Could it be from other paths? No, all paths should They all have weaknesses... Lumian was astonished and observed more carefully.
Finally, he discovered Qian Qian's paleness.
It is not on the surface of Father Cali's body, but in the depths of his astral body, looming.
This means that the weak point is the spirit. Are you afraid of attacks against the spirit body? How did he manage to have no weakness in the physical body... At present, it seems that if the spirit body is not targeted, his body must be taken apart piece by piece to kill him. ... Lumian's surprise and astonishment quickly subsided, replaced by joy and expectation.
No matter what, it is a good thing to find something abnormal!
This means that he is one step closer to the problems in Tizamo Town and the "Dream Festival" mentioned by "Hisoka".
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Kali held the holy book and asked with a smile Lumian who looked up at him.
Lumian smiled and replied:
"Look at the sunshine on you.
"Praise the sun!"
With that said, Lumian stood up, opened his arms slightly, turned around and left.
Now is not the time to explore the unusual circumstances of Father Cali.
Father Cali was very happy with Lumian's answer.
This is because the other party is implicitly praising him for being bathed in the sun, which is the blessing of the gods. The second reason is that as a local clergyman without a trace of Northern Continent blood, he has always been eager to be recognized by the gentlemen and ladies of the Northern Continent.
After leaving the church named St. Sean, Lumian unceremoniously drove Camus, and accompanied by him, he walked around the entire town of Tizamo twice, including the military camps, plantations and primitive areas outside the town. The edge of the jungle.
Camus carefully introduced everyone he knew.
As evening approached, Lumian walked to the Briou Hotel and asked casually:
"What did you do with the dead horse?"
"Sold to the butcher, I'm going to buy a new one from a nearby plantation owner." Camus replied nonchalantly.
Lumian felt a little disappointed for Ludwig, so he shut his mouth and entered the hotel.
late at night.
In the shadows outside the Briou Hotel, Lumian, who was not wearing a golden straw hat, walked out and strolled towards the tawny house rebuilt by "Sisso" Tewanaku.
It was almost early in the morning, and the town of Tizamo became very quiet. Except for a few patrolling soldiers and drunken drunkards who occasionally met on the road, supporting their companions, no one else was walking outside.
Under the crimson moonlight, Lumian passed by the door of the bar called "The Giant Anaconda" and heard noise coming from inside.
In the primitive jungle a few hundred meters away, the howls of wild beasts could be heard from time to time.
Lumian walked all the way and finally arrived at his destination. Then he went up to the third floor and found the wooden bed where he slept at noon.
He was busy for a while and got ready. He didn't lie down in a hurry. He looked around and said to himself thoughtfully:
"Thermipolos, have you noticed anything wrong here?"
The majestic voice of Thermipolos echoed in Lumian's body:
"I borrow your eyes, your ears, your nose, your spirituality, and your destiny to observe the outside world, but I will see a little more than what you see."
Does this mean that what I can see and discover will still be limited by my body, spirituality and personality? Wait, this guy is becoming more and more like a Riddler. He has not answered directly whether there is anything abnormal in this house and where the abnormality is... Lu
Mian suddenly sneered:
"Are you really an angel in the field of destiny? I'm already Sequence 5, and you can't even use my eyes and spirituality to discover the problem here. Haven't you seen before that Sequence 8 of the 'Monster' pathway can produce a cold side here?
feeling.
"No way, the angels of the destiny path are not as good as the sequence 8 of the destiny path?"
The "Monster" path is also called the "Destiny" path.
Lumian provoked Termipolos to see if he could pry out some useful information from the mouth of this angelic "ascetic".
He didn't have much hope for this, but at least he wouldn't lose anything.
Thermipolos returned to silence, as quiet as if he had disappeared into Lumian's body.
"You are so tolerant, you are worthy of being an 'ascetic' angel." Lumian sarcastically took out the gold case pocket watch from the Breeze Ballroom and pressed it to confirm the current time:
11:51 pm.
Putting away his pocket watch, Lumian lay down on the wooden bed in the room.
This time he came to test whether sleeping in this house at night would trigger changes, whether he could enter a special dreamland and participate in the "Dream Festival".
For this reason, Lumian warned Ludwig in advance and told him that if he had not come back before eating his second late night snack, he would go to the house rebuilt in Tehuanaco and forcefully wake him up.
After Lumian promised that there would be a big meal tomorrow, Ludwig agreed.
Crackling, the ferocious spider climbing on the outer wall of the house burned and fell together with the many mosquitoes in the room, and the burning fragrance overflowed.
Lumian relied on meditation techniques and quickly fell into deep sleep.
In a daze, he slowly woke up, straightened up and found that he was still on the wooden bed, in the master bedroom on the third floor of the "Hisoka" house.
It was dark outside the window, and the crimson moonlight seemed to be blocked by clouds. Only a little bit of it shined through, making it extremely dim.
The howls of wild beasts and the faint noise of bars in the primitive jungle have completely stopped, and the night has entered the most peaceful state, with deathly silence.
"No change..." Lumian sighed in disappointment.
He was about to take out his gold pocket watch, check the time, leave the house in this deep and dark environment, and return to the Briou Hotel along the street, when his pupils suddenly dilated and his eyes became obviously frozen.
By the rather dim crimson moonlight, Lumian just quickly scanned the situation on the floor of the room:
He didn't see the mosquito's body!
The mosquitoes he burned to death using his "arsonist" ability before falling asleep should have fallen to the ground in a charred state, but now, they are nowhere to be found, and the floor surface is as clean as if it had just been swept!
"It can't be that someone came in and cleaned the room while I was sleeping, right? I have laid several traps around me, and they won't be bypassed so easily...'Resentful Ghost'? Lumian tensed up instantly.
He took out the gold-case pocket watch that he had put away earlier from the shirt pocket under his vest, clicked it open, and looked at the time:
11:58 pm.
PS: Thank you Zhuriyi for again rewarding the Silver Alliance. It is now the Gold Alliance. As promised, I will add another chapter. I will leave it at the weekend of next week because my wife has just been discharged from the hospital and still needs to recover. I have to take care of the children.
Please help me more, and I need to make up for the manuscript.