After dinner, Franca and Jenna returned to Apartment 702, No. 9 Orosei Street.
"We finally succeeded." Franka raised her hands and stretched, "The next step is to find Palia, the 'person in the mirror', and then report to the 'Black Witch', or tomorrow morning.
Tell the 'Black Witch' that I have become the 'Witch of Pain'? She said that when I am promoted to 'Pain', she will tell me some secrets of the Witch Sect."
Regarding the latter, Franka wanted to know, and was a little afraid to know. At the same time, she felt that her digestion of the "Happiness" potion was progressing much faster than expected, which might arouse the suspicion of the "Black Witch", but she did not
I don’t want to report anything related to “Deep Sea Admiral”.
That involves the secret of time travel by the "Curly Baboon Research Society"!
So far, Franka and Lumian have only mentioned the matter of "Admiral of the Deep Sea" being suspected of being an elf to the Major Arcana directly under their control, and have not received a reply yet.
Jian Na thought for a while and said:
"I think even if you don't go find the 'Black Witch' tomorrow, you still have to do this recently. The sooner you understand the secrets of the Witch Sect, the better it can help us plan and arrange subsequent actions to avoid possible hidden dangers."
She could probably understand Franka's concerns, and said with a smile:
"Just tell the 'Black Witch' that Lumian has become a 'Reaper' and he helped you digest the 'Happiness' potion."
"Uh..." Franka was stunned for a moment, "This is all true, but the meaning expressed doesn't feel right..."
"This is the kind of misunderstanding that is needed." Jenna responded with a smile.
She then looked out the window at the night:
"It should be enough for you and Anthony to find Palia. I want to go to Russell Port to meet Julian in the next few days. We haven't seen each other for almost two months, and I want to test his attitude to see if he is
It’s not necessary to go back to Trier.”
"Okay." Franka understood Jenna's worries.
Jian Na nodded and said:
"Then I'll go home tonight and pack up some things for him to take over. I'll try to set off tomorrow morning and go back early."
There are many steam trains and river boats to Port Russell, so she doesn't have to worry about not being able to buy tickets on the spot.
After chatting for a few words, Jian Na packed up her luggage, carried the box, and left the apartment.
——She did not follow Julian's instructions and vacated the rental house on Pasteur Street to save money during his exchange studies in Port Russell. She would go back to stay for a few days from time to time, as if she had never left.
There.
Watching Jian Na go out, Franka suddenly felt a little disappointed and muttered:
"I also want to celebrate tonight..."
She walked slowly back to her bedroom and saw that some of the clothes and belongings belonging to Jenna that had been placed here had been taken away just now.
Looking at the clean and fresh bedroom, Franka suddenly seemed to understand something.
She was silent for a moment.
She felt as if some of her "pain" potion had been digested.
…………
Woo, bang, bang, bang, bang.
An off-white steam train spray-painted with brass-colored patterns ran on the track, heading towards Azshara, the capital of Lemberg, located among the mountains.
Lumian was sitting in the second-class carriage, looking around leisurely.
He did not have Azshara's coordinates, and was too lazy to summon the courier again. He chose to "teleport" back to Reston Province, took a steam train to the border, then climbed over the mountains and smuggled over.
Relying on the Lomborg legal currency Sasen Gold that had been converted in advance and his familiarity with black market merchants and brokers, Lumian easily obtained a new identity certificate and bought a ticket to Azshara.
Lundborg is a small and medium-sized country, not too big, and he will be able to reach his destination before this evening.
As he glanced around, Lumian discovered that the Lunberg people liked light-colored clothes and brass accessories. Each person held a book in his hand and read it quietly while the train was moving. Occasionally, he would also pay attention to the conversation with others.
volume.
When stopping at stations along the way, if you meet an old man or someone dressed as a scholar, the passengers will be very enthusiastic to help and show respect from the bottom of their hearts.
"It is worthy of being the country of the Church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'." Lumian sighed silently.
Lundborg is a country with a single faith and does not have a royal family. The Knowledge Church has very strong control over the country and influence on the people.
Perhaps aware of his scrutiny, the young man sitting next to him holding a book glanced sideways at the "Lenburg Travel Guide" in his hand, and laughed softly:
"Are you a foreigner?"
He spoke in Lunberg language, then switched to Plateau language, Loen language, Intis language and Fusac language and asked again.
Lumian was a little surprised:
As a second-class passenger, an ordinary Lemberg citizen can actually understand the languages of so many countries?
Moreover, he felt that the other party was showing off a bit.
"Yes, I am an Intis, and I understand the Lomborg language." Lumian replied cooperatively, "What is your name? You actually master the languages of all the countries in the Northern Continent."
The young man pushed down the light-rimmed glasses on his nose and said with a smile:
"My name is Saliente, a clerk in a company.
"Actually, once you learn one of the languages of the Northern Continent, it will be easy to learn other languages. It will be even easier if you master the ancient Fusac language at the beginning. And we Lunberg people, from the compulsory education stage
I’ve been learning the Ancient Fussac language simultaneously since the beginning.”
There was a hint of complacency in Saliente's tone, as if he looked down upon the fact that there were such large groups of illiterate people in other countries and that there were so many people who didn't understand foreign languages.
This is theoretically true, otherwise I would not have mastered Plateau Language so quickly. In comparison, my Dutan Language can only be said to be barely usable... Lumian did not pay attention to Saliente's hidden self-confidence.
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This morning, the people he came into contact with from Lomborg had more or less similar problems.
Lumian controlled the volume and said with a smile:
"You are so civilized. You respect the elderly and scholars very much. And when you take the train, you don't focus on chatting and having fun. You spend most of your time reading."
Saliente smiled reservedly:
"In the hearts of us Lundborg people, knowledge is the most precious, and scholars are those who have mastered more knowledge. The elderly have also accumulated a lot of experiential knowledge in their lives."
Having said this, Saliente laughed at himself:
"Reading is a habit developed since childhood, and it is also a practical need. You don't know that our lives are full of exams and assessments. This is true in schools and in companies. Even when going to church, you have to do it during high mass.
Do theology-related topics to show our piety and respect for God and knowledge."
Lumian suddenly felt that this was not a good thing.
No wonder Ludwig never returned to the Church of Knowledge...
However, Aurore should like it here. She will not come to live here, but she definitely hopes to send me to study here...
Finding that the foreigner sitting next to him fell silent, Saliente sighed and said:
"That's why I didn't stay in Azshara after graduation. The pressure there was terrible, including professional qualification examinations, annual reviews of professional abilities, monthly company assessments, job training examinations, etc., etc."
Lumian secretly hissed:
Is this the daily life of the people of Lunberg, especially the people of Azshara?
Ludwig didn't have enough brains to describe clearly. I thought it was just that the students were suffering...
Fortunately, it was Aurore who took me in at the beginning, not a Lemberg person...
Talking about this matter, Saliente was aroused by a strong emotion of melancholy, which gave rise to a sense of urgency. He lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand.
Lumian judged from the time that Azshara, the capital of Lomborg, was not far away, and turned to think about the "City of Exile" Morola.
He considered it for a moment and asked Saliente next to him:
"Have you ever heard of a city called Morola?"
Saliente thought about it carefully for a while and said:
"No, neither in reality nor in legends from various places."
Lumian said "hmm" and turned his gaze again to the rapidly receding mottled mountains outside the window, as if they were just chatting casually.
"I haven't found the 'Magician' lady, and I shouldn't be able to do it either, unless I can kidnap a demigod from the Knowledge Church...
"Since the Church of Knowledge has placed the other two parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' body in Morola, can I rely on the induction between the various parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' body to find that city?
"The Church of Knowledge expects and allows me to go to Morola. It can even be said that it is looking forward to my coming. Will they give me some hints directly?
"..."
After thinking about it, Lumian gradually became determined.
The sky began to darken, and the steam train stopped next to the platform paved with gray and white stone slabs.
Lumian carried a small suitcase with nothing in it, and while chatting with Saliente, he walked outside through the station, which was decorated with book sculptures and brass patterns.
The wind between the mountains is blowing, bringing chill and refreshment.
As he approached the entrance of the Azshara steam train station, Lumian saw a number of Knowledge Church clergy wearing plain white robes inlaid with brass threads standing there, holding documents in hand and checking the passengers leaving the station one by one.
"What is this?" Lumian asked.
Saliente glanced at it and replied nonchalantly:
"On a daily basis, people from the church and the government take turns doing outbound inspections."
"I thought they were randomly intercepting passers-by and asking them to take papers to test their knowledge level," Lumian joked.
Saliente suddenly turned his head and looked at him, his eyes full of fear, as if to say:
"Are you a devil? Even the bishops of the church cannot think of such a thing!"
Lumian shrugged his shoulders, walked to the exit first, and was inspected by the clergy of the Church of Knowledge.
The old man at the head looked him up and down, then looked at the information in his hand, and suddenly winked at the other clergy.
Lumian was quickly surrounded by these clergymen, all of whom were ready to attack.
The old man at the head looked at him and said in a deep voice:
"Find a wanted criminal.
"take away!"
Uh... Lumian raised his eyebrows.
As his thoughts swirled, he gave up resistance, stretched out his hands, and allowed the clergy of the Church of Knowledge to cuff a pair of silver-white handcuffs on his wrists.