Chapter 522 Daily Events Looking at the fire in the Black Pearl District, Lumian fell into deep thought. As a "conspirator", he subconsciously analyzed the potential reasons: First of all, we can rule out the rebels and national independence forces, because such organizations do not exist in the Misty Sea Islands. This is the first overseas colony of Intis. Whether it is the erosion of religious culture or the absorption and accommodation of the islanders, successive governments have worked hard. Coupled with the policies formulated by Emperor Roselle, this place is almost equivalent to an overseas province of Intis with more relaxed laws and worse public security. The islanders have long lost their original beliefs and regard themselves as citizens of the frontier area of ​​Intis who are discriminated against. This is not fundamentally different from the discrimination against the Lim people in the south of Intis and the Savoyards in the east. In any case, the citizens of Trier look down on all outsiders equally, but they are relatively more wary of the islanders who like to commit fraud and act as thugs. Did the pirate trade cause internal strife, or did the organizations in the southern continent that wanted to overthrow colonial rule choose to stir up trouble in the Misty Sea Islands? Or did some ambitious guys follow the evil god? As Lumian thought about it, he saw a half-giant over meters tall wearing a black windbreaker and a silk hat coming out of a room on the side of the church. He said to the bewildered or frightened prayers and homeless people: "Don't worry, the Lord will protect you. "Stay here and don't go out. Wait for the riot to subside. There will be no danger." “Praise the Fool!” The believers of the Church of the Fool found support and bowed with their hands on their chests. Their expressions softened and they clearly felt more secure. The homeless people looked at each other, and no one chose to leave.

——In the minds of most Intis people, the church is a safer place than the government, no matter which church it belongs to. At this time, in the area where the explosion had just occurred and flames were billowing, golden sunlight was falling and there were continuous and dense roars, but not as loud as before. It was obvious that the extraordinary people from the Governor's Office and the two major churches were dealing with anomalies. At the same time, Lumian saw that the sky illuminated by moonlight and starlight had become a little darker. Although there was no change in the weather, the streets outside seemed to be shrouded in a thin, dark mist. He thought for a moment, ignored the shouts of the half-giant bishop, opened the door of the Church of the Fool, and walked out. The temperature outside has obviously dropped a lot, just like Trier has entered autumn. Under the light of the gas street lamps, Lumian returned to the port. Suddenly, a staggering figure walked out from the alley next to him. The figure was wearing a thin shirt and trousers, with no shoes on his feet. His face was pale and full of wrinkles. His eyes were mostly white and less brown, and his exposed skin was covered with patches of corpse spots. Zombies? Lumian raised an eyebrow. The old man who looked like a zombie was about to stagger towards the Black Pearl area, but he seemed to smell the scent of spirituality and blood. He suddenly turned sideways, looked at Lumian, and made a sound that was not like a human from his throat. Lumian immediately condensed a red-almost-white fireball and let it whiz towards the zombie. With a loud explosion, the zombie's head burst and its body was torn into pieces, and it died again. It no longer made any movement. “Is that all the strength I have?” Lumian thought he had encountered a more dangerous undead creature. He continued to move forward, and condensed a dozen or twenty red-almost-white fireballs on top of his head, behind his head, above his shoulders and on both sides of his body, letting them follow his movements and remain relatively suspended. As he turned the corner ahead, Lumian saw a young couple screaming in fear and running away. Behind them, a zombie with several bullet holes in its body was chasing them, and its dark red heart and whitish intestines were faintly visible.

Around Lumian, a red-white fireball flew out, passed over the two lovers, and exploded on the zombie. Rumble, the charred body parts with the remaining flames were thrown all around. The young couple stopped in astonishment and looked at Lumian who was surrounded by dozens of red and nearly white fireballs. Their eyes were confused and dazed, full of disbelief. “Are you just standing there waiting to die?” Lumian cursed as he walked forward. “Go to the back street and enter the Church of the Fool.” "Okay, okay!" The two young people, a man and a woman, answered instinctively, as if they were facing a gun-wielding policeman or an adventurer. The power of that fireball was obviously greater than that of a gun, much greater! Once the couple entered the street where the Church of the Fool was located, Lumian continued walking towards the port at a moderate pace, like a messenger of fire. On the way, he encountered several waves of people who came out of bars, open-air markets and other places and encountered zombies. Lumian said nothing, and simply fired the red and white fireballs around him to help them get rid of the resurrected corpses, and then let them take shelter in the nearest church. The pursuit of the zombies and the shock of the fireballs made his words extremely convincing. No one had to stubbornly find a way out on his own. If there really was one, Lumian wouldn't bother to care. After several similar incidents, Lumian gradually figured out some patterns: Those zombies were not transformed from living people, but originally dead people. The dead in the entire Farin Port city were resurrected for some unknown reason. The zombies will instinctively move toward the place where the explosion occurred, but if they encounter living people along the way, they will be attracted by the flesh and spirits, and chase, kill and eat them. In light of these rules, Lumian no longer asked passers-by to seek shelter in distant churches. Instead, he told them to avoid hospitals, cemeteries and other places, and stay in crowded bars, dance halls or houses where no one had died recently for two or three hours. After walking and stopping, and firing the condensed red-white fireballs until only two were left, Lumian returned to the port and boarded the "Flying Bird". Philip was holding the side of the boat, looking at the area of ​​the Governor's Palace. "What happened?" he asked Lumian. "How should I know?" Lumian replied with a smile. Philip immediately changed the question: "Did you encounter any abnormality?" Lumian then briefly explained the explosion in the direction of the Governor's Palace and the sudden resurrection of the corpses. "Calling back the zombies?" Philip frowned slightly and muttered to himself. Without waiting for Lumian to comment, he sighed and said: "Only the first day of this voyage was fine. On the second day, we encountered the 'Bone Breaker'. At noon on the third day, we were attacked by the 'Death Pilot'. At night, no, in the early morning of the fourth day, there was another zombie disaster in Farin Port... "We still have six days to reach Santa Port..." Lumian felt guilty after hearing this. Theoretically speaking, his attraction to disasters, or the attraction of disasters to him, should not be so frequent. When he was in Trier, it was not so frequent that he encountered a mystical event every day. If that were the case, "007" would have died suddenly long ago. It was understandable that I encountered one or two disasters during the whole journey, but considering the madness in Duddle Town, this really happened every day... Could it be that there was something unclean following me, and these were all brought, triggered, and aggregated by it? And the disaster I encountered was essentially only one, and that was it? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that he needed to write a letter to ask Ms. "Magician" to see if such frequent disasters were hiding some problems.

"Perhaps the zombie disaster just now was caused by the big trouble on the ship. This means that it has left the 'Virgo' and our subsequent journey will be peaceful." Lumian casually comforted Philip. He himself said this with little confidence. "Hope." Philip opened his arms slightly and prayed devoutly, "Praise the sun!" Lumian did not rush back to the first-class cabin. He stood by the side of the ship and looked at the situation in Farin Port. The official tacit approval of pirate trade by the Misty Sea Islands has brought about a certain amount of chaos and crime, but it has also resulted in a much larger number of Beyonders here than in ordinary Intis cities. They quickly organized a resistance and cleared out the zombies from different streets, effectively reducing casualties among citizens and travelers. It is unknown whether there were pirates or adventurers who took advantage of the chaos to rob banks and gold shops, or killed their enemies and bullied innocent people. In less than two quarters of an hour, all the noise in the area where the explosion occurred subsided, and the official Beyonders spread out to deal with the riots in other streets. "Very good, nothing serious happened, it was under control in time." Philip retracted his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief. You can say this, but I can’t…Lumian laughed at himself. Only then did Philip feel like chatting: "You went into Farin to drink?" "Yes." Lumian said with a smile, "I took a commission by the way." "What commission?" Philip asked casually. "Hunting pirates, a pirate named 'Black Lord'." Lumian did not hide it. Philip's eyes narrowed, and he frowned and asked: "Are you sure you are better than 'Lord Black'? He has a ship and hundreds of men! "Besides, even if you can find a chance to assassinate him, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the 'King of Dusk'? He is one of the kings of the sea!" "Accepting a commission doesn't mean I'll definitely do it. I don't even know where to find 'Black Lord' Kraus Kizz, is that his name?" Lumian didn't care at all about the possible revenge of the "Lord of Dusk". There is more than one Saint who wants to deal with him! Seeing that Louis Berry looked like he had just accepted the task and would think about it later, Philip did not continue the topic. The next morning. The security chief had just finished his breakfast when he heard his sailors tell him: The Governor's Office has ordered the temporary closure of the port and all ships are not allowed to leave! Philip resisted the urge to stand up and asked in a deep voice: "What are those soldiers doing at the port?" "Searching ship after ship." The sailor answered truthfully. Lumian, who was in Room 5 of the First Class Cabin, looked at the chaotic port where troops had entered, and continued writing a letter to Janna and Franca: "Something seems to have happened at Farin Port on Saintik Island in the Misty Sea Islands. Ask that person and see if he knows the details." Having written this, Lumian raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times in a row, up, down, left, and right order, just like Mr. K, and whispered sympathetically: "Poor '007'." (End of this chapter)