Next to a section of the old city wall that only had ornamental value, Lumian's eyes passed through the tall and short gray-white stone buildings and saw a majestic temple standing on the side of the mountain.
It is more than thirty meters high and consists of multiple towers, like a war fortress left over from ancient times.
At this time, due to the combined influence of the mountains and clouds, the sunlight that was approaching noon fell and became dim, making the majestic temple seem to be covered in a coat woven from dusk.
"The temple of the Church of the God of War?" Lumian asked the "Sword Knight" beside him without turning his head.
The Church of the God of War is the only state religion of the Feysac Empire. However, the failure of the war a few years ago allowed other organizations such as the "Goddess of the Night" to have certain missionary rights in the Feysac Empire. However, the "Goddess of the Night" Church does not seem to have the right to preach in the Feysac Empire.
Not keen on this matter.
The "Knight of Swords" replied succinctly:
"church."
It's not a temple, it's just a church? As expected of the Fusac people who have a fetish for giants, and their aesthetics are very good... Lumian didn't know why, but suddenly thought of a sentence he heard at the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Association":
More is beautiful, bigger is better.
He turned to ask:
"Is this a colony of the Fusac people?"
"Yes." "Knight of the Sword" said in a low voice, "But now, the Loen people have the right to do business here."
Lumian nodded lightly, said nothing more, and entered Lacre City along the road ahead.
Along the way, he could clearly distinguish people from different countries among the people passing by:
The Fusac people are tall, with most of the men over 1.9 meters tall and many of the women close to 1.8 meters tall. This fits Lumian's stereotype of them - there are even many semi-giants in the country established by the descendants of giants, and these giants are not
Sak people dress relatively casually, either unbuttoned or not wearing formal clothes;
The people of Loen mostly have black hair. They pay attention to appearance and always dress meticulously. Ladies like to wear round-brimmed gauze hats and hold umbrellas for sun protection. Men are equipped with top hats and walking sticks;
The locals in Laclay have dark skin and lean bodies. Most of the men wear canvas workers' clothing. Women also dress to facilitate labor. Only a few wear brightly colored skirts and robes to drive cattle, sheep and horses.
Lumian glanced at the ponies and long-haired cattle passing by, and saw a local man in a dark red robe with a white skull on his head. The skull was also wearing a gray-white wool hat.
.
"Is this the death cult you are talking about that remains in folk customs?" Lumian did not choose the street deliberately, and moved forward purely based on instinct.
"Knight of the Sword" nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, people in the Lacre area will keep the skulls of their deceased relatives at home, thinking that it can protect them, bring good luck, and help them fight against dangers from the dark night. The more skulls kept at home, the more representative the family is.
Prosper."
This is similar to Kordu Village leaving the hair and nails of deceased relatives at home... But the death worship here is more intense, so the skull was chosen, which seemed more exaggerated... Lumian suddenly felt a little sentimental.
The "Knight of Swords" continued:
"Some people will also make amulets from the skulls of their deceased relatives and carry them all the time. This is what you just saw. And every year during the Prayer Festival, all the locals in the Lacre area will take the skulls of their families to the street and give them to them.
They dress up carefully, party together, and pray together." (Note 1)
"Prayer Festival?" Lumian asked solemnly, his head shaking.
After experiencing festivals such as Lent, Sea Prayer Festival, and "Dream Festival", he seemed to have gift trauma syndrome, suffering from a headache when hearing about special holidays.
Ossetto, the "Witch King" of the "Rose School" and an important believer of the "Primordial Moon", is staying in the Lacre area just for the Prayer Festival, right?
"Knight of the Sword" replied in a low voice:
"The Prayer Festival has ended long ago. It happened in November last year, more than a month earlier than the Dream Festival."
You know the "Dream Festival"... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then asked worriedly:
"Did Oseto first appear in the Lacre area before or after the Blessing Festival?"
"Knight of the Sword" thought about it and said:
"Before."
"In other words, he should also be in the Lacre area during the Prayer Festival?" Lumian frowned slightly.
"That should be it." "Knight of Swords" answered very restrainedly.
…………
Franka withdrew her gaze from a local woman with a colorful skull sewn on her shoulder, smiled and said to the tall Fusac woman in front of her with smooth blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes:
"Sorry, I have a female companion!"
Isn't this Fusac man's style too straightforward?
In addition to men, there were actually beautiful women who struck up a conversation with and invited Jianna and me!
The Naphsak man chuckled and said:
"I don't mind if you come to my house together."
"I mind." Jiana helped Franka express her feelings.
They had been wandering around Lacre City for nearly two hours. Although Franka did not take the initiative to release the charm of the "Happy Witch" to avoid being suspected of deliberately fishing, the two carefully dressed "witches" were just
Appearance, temperament and figure are enough to attract a lot of attention.
Here, the Fusac people are bold and direct, both men and women are like this. The Loen people are conservative and reserved, always looking for a good reason before they dare to step forward. The locals basically only dare to watch from a distance and follow quietly. Occasionally there are a few
Those who mustered up the courage also spoke as a guide.
"Okay." The Fusac woman, who was half a head taller than Franka, waved her hand regretfully, turned and entered the nearby cafe.
Franka and Janna are currently located in the center of Laclay City, on a street whose architectural style is very characteristic of the Fusac people.
"It's almost noon, how about trying Fusac's food?" Franka raised her head and looked at the tepid but dazzling sunlight.
She was referring to the "Saint Milon Restaurant" diagonally ahead.
St. Miron is the capital of the Fusac Empire. Using it as the name of the restaurant seems to be an attempt to show "authenticity".
"Okay." Jian Na nodded gently.
When the two "witches" entered the restaurant with grand decoration and exquisite details, Anthony sat on the sidewalk chair across the street and silently ate his lunch - a corn roll with beef and mutton and several spices.
Pancakes.
…………
Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano all the way to the temple-like Holy Lake Church.
After they actually entered the city, "Knight of Swords" Maric disappeared, but Lumian's intuition told him that the holder of the Little Arcana card was still nearby.
"Is there any abnormal sensation?" Lumian asked Ludwig.
"No." Ludwig shook his head.
Lumian looked at Lugano again:
"And you?"
"Me?" Lugano looked confused.
Don’t you rely on Ludwig to find someone?
What does it have to do with me?
"Did you feel any abnormality?" Lumian repeated the question calmly.
For some reason, Lugano felt that his employer had become more approachable during this period, so he answered honestly:
"No."
Gulu, Gulu, strange sounds rang in his and Lumian's ears.
The two of them set their sights on Ludwig at the same time.
Ludwig touched his belly and said with a longing look:
"It's time for lunch."
"Okay." Lumian agreed readily.
His philosophy is that no matter how hungry the child is, he will eat people if he is extremely hungry.
He looked around and pointed to a relatively busy street northwest of Shenghu Square:
"There seem to be a lot of restaurants there."
This time, Ludwig did not need Lugano to hold him, he moved his short legs and trotted over. Lumian quickened his pace and followed beside him seemingly leisurely, Lugano followed closely behind.
.
That street has very typical Fusac features, with street trees and street chairs, and it looks more like the street scenes of the countries in the Northern Continent.
Lumian glanced briefly, pointed to the "Saint Milon Restaurant" not far away with his chin and said:
“Try the Fusak cuisine.”
"Okay." Ludwig wiped his mouth.
Suddenly, a bit of doubt appeared in his eager expression, and his head subconsciously moved left and right, as if he was looking for something.
Lumian noticed this unusual behavior.
"What's wrong? Do you want some ice cream?" he asked in a kid-friendly tone.
Ludwig imitated Lugano's usual behavior and said in a lowered voice:
"I seem to have sensed the child with the corpse, but it's very vague."
Sensing the bird-clawed monster baby? Lumian looked around, but saw no other children. The pedestrians coming and going were mainly Fusac and locals, with Loen people dotted among them.
There are not even pregnant women here.
At this time, Ludwig added:
"I can't sense it now."
Out of the thirty-meter range? Lumian looked back thoughtfully:
"If what I just encountered is really related to the bird-clawed monster baby, then maybe they could also sense the Omi Bella bloodline in me..."
Lumian nodded and smiled at Ludwig:
"No matter what, let's eat first. Nothing else is as important as filling our stomachs."
"Yes!" Ludwig felt for the first time that his godfather's words spoke to his heart.
Entering the "Saint Milon Restaurant", Lumian immediately saw Franka and Jenna sitting in a prominent position.
Lumian couldn't help but stare at the two carefully dressed "witches" for two seconds.
At the same time, he sighed in his heart:
Is this the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics?
It was such a coincidence that we chose the same restaurant...
Franka and Jenna noticed his gaze and looked back at him. One opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and the other laughed dumbly.
They immediately controlled their expressions and turned their attention back to the beet soup in front of them.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Lumian, Ludwig and Lugano sat in the corner.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" The waiter handed over the menu, which was decorated like a book.
Lumian glanced at it and said directly without looking through it: