Chapter 541 Historical Origin Pong pong! Even through the glass window, Lumian could hear the sound of the two young men's swords clashing outside. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Are they really fighting? Although dueling is popular in Trier, it is rare for people to just pick up weapons and fight. If there is a real conflict, if they want to duel on the spot, they will still go through the whole process - first decide whether it is a cold weapon duel or a revolver exchange, then sign a contract, then find a witness recognized by both parties, and finally go to the front desk of the cafe or the bar to borrow a gun or sword. Only such a duel is legal and will not be stopped or arrested by the police. Situations like this where people start wielding swords in a fight over a disagreement are either a precursor to a riot or a gang feud; real fights rarely involve such easily lethal cold weapons. The security in Santa Port, or the Feynaport Kingdom, is so bad? This is what surprised Lumian. When he got off the "Flying Bird" and was on his way to the Solo Hotel, he found that the people in Santa Porto liked to wear swords and knives, which made him feel as if he had entered the environment described in classical novels. This is actually legal! In a maritime colony like Farin Port, no one carries these things openly, and even a dagger has to be concealed. Of course, this is actually a good thing for him. He watched with great interest through the window as the two young men fought to the death, commenting on their fighting skills in his mind from time to time.

Just then, a group of people came jogging over from the other end of the street. They were all women, wearing two-horned cloth hats with black background and white patterns, black lining and brown leather armor, with a dark black cloak and two crossed straight swords on their backs, and a brass revolver on each waist, one on the left and one on the right. The woman in the lead seemed to be about 27 or 28 years old, with thick black hair that was naturally curled, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and plump red lips. She was quite beautiful. She was over meters tall. She took out a straight sword from her back and shouted something with a stern expression at the two men fighting in the street. The only word Lumian understood was "stop". The two young men really stopped. They stood on the street and accepted the scolding from the group of women. They no longer had the momentum they had just now. After a few minutes, they left with their swords and were not captured. Lumian took a sip of Toler coffee, not quite understanding the situation. The language barrier is quite troublesome. After Ludwig finished the food on the table at a controlled pace, Lugano returned with an inconspicuous face. Lumian didn't rush to ask him if he had found a black market merchant who could fake his identity. Instead, he chatted with him: "Is it legal to possess cold weapons in Santa Port?" Lugano lowered his round-brimmed black hat and said in a low voice: "Yes, this is a local custom. The Feynaport Kingdom government respects this tradition. Moreover, for them, it is a good thing for more people in Gaya Province to die." "Why?" Lumian asked with interest. Lugano half covered his face with his hands, as if he was afraid of being followed. Seeing this, Lumian threw the "lie" ear clip to him. Lugano quickly went to the bathroom and returned to his original appearance, of course, his facial features were a little more regular. He was relieved and began to explain: "Have you heard of the 'War of Forsaken Oaths'?" Lumian, who had received Aurore's strict education, answered reflexively:

"The 'War of Forsaken Oaths' that began in 738 of the Fifth Era? The 'War of Forsaken Oaths' that saw the small countries of Lunburg, Masi, and Segar break away from the northern part of the Kingdom of Feynaporte, and the Church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' and the Church of the 'Mother Earth' split?" Lugano was stunned for a moment: "Correct." He only knew a rough idea, but the other party actually told him the specific year and the final result. After a few seconds, Lugano lowered his voice again and said: "In the 'War of Oath Breaking', the entire Gaia Province, especially the part near the Darriege Mountains, also wanted to be independent, but failed. "Later, in order to guard against the locals, the Feynaport Kingdom only built a smelter, but no gun factory, even though there were high-quality iron and coal mines in the south of the Dariege Mountains. There was not a single local in the garrison, and the local soldiers were all assigned to other places." "Was the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' once widely believed in here?" Lumian couldn't help but glance at Ludwig who was enjoying his dessert. One of the keys to the independence of Central and Southern countries such as Lund, Masi, and Segar is that their mainstream social belief is the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" rather than the "Mother Goddess of the Earth". "I don't know." Lugano shook his head frankly. He continued: "You should know clearly now that the ancient Gaya Province was mainly composed of four types of people. The first is farmers, the second is fishermen from places like Santa Porto, the third is mountain people who survive on mining and hunting, and the fourth is the herdsmen you are most familiar with. The latter three are all very brave, like swords, and are not afraid of conflicts." Lumian nodded. Indeed it is. Whether fishermen, mountain people, or herdsmen, they are all relatively poor and have to face the cruelty of nature, fight against various dangers outside human settlements, and even have to guard against their own kind with ill intentions. Swords are necessities, not decorations. Lumian had heard about wolf attacks and the brutality of bandits from the nomadic herders, and was deeply impressed. Lugano drank the lemonade he had just ordered, breathed a sigh of relief and said: "One of the three major combat orders of the 'Mother Earth' is stationed in the province of Gaya. On the one hand, they are on guard against us in the north and Lenburg in the northeast, and on the other hand, they also intend to monitor the locals. "Hehe, in Gaya Province and Santa Port, it's not strange to run into battle nuns. Their temperament is different from other women..." Lugano showed a leisurely and fascinated expression. The team just now was the battle nuns who helped maintain law and order? Lumian suddenly realized. He laughed and teased Lugano: "That's a nun." Lugano smiled ambiguously and said: "The nuns of the 'Mother Earth' Church don't take vows of chastity. Instead, they promise to have a certain number of children before a certain age. If they like you, they will take the initiative and sometimes even force you. The young men here like to show their manly and brave side in front of the nuns. Who knows, one of them might take a fancy to you." Promising to have a certain number of children by a certain age... This sounds a bit strange... Although this is in line with the teachings of the "Mother Earth Goddess", it always reminds me of that other "mother"... Local traditions, government connivance, the influence of doctrine and the animalistic behavior during courtship have jointly created the local custom of using cold weapons to fight in the streets... Lumian didn't expect that such a small thing just now had such a complicated historical origin. This is quite interesting if you savor it carefully. At this moment, Lumian suddenly understood what Aurore had said: “If I were to go to university again, without the stress of life, I would study history.” Huh... Lumian exhaled slowly and said to Lugano: "Have you gained anything?"

Lugano, who was still fantasizing about the fighting nun, was stunned and couldn't come to his senses in time. “You Intis people…” Lumian said with a “tsk” sound. Lugano finally figured out what the question was about and smiled awkwardly: "There was some gain. We found a black market merchant who has many resources and channels to help us. "Want to meet him? He is also a descendant of the Darège people." “Okay.” Lumian drank the rest of his coffee and stood up. ………… Trier, fourth level of the catacombs. Janna and Franca each held a burning white candle and looked at the ancient tomb with its "door" open, neither of them dared to move forward. No one knows what is buried in there, or whether something terrible will emerge. If they were in the outside world, the two "witches" could still use divination to confirm the situation, but being in the catacombs, it was almost impossible for them to establish a close enough connection with the normal spiritual world, and the result was predictable. You know, Lumian couldn't use the "spiritual world shuttle" to come in directly, but he could "teleport" inside. After hesitating for a moment, Franka handed a substitute mirror of her own to Janna, then took a solemn step, relying on her spiritual premonition, and slowly approached the ancient tomb. When they were close enough, the dim candlelight in her hand shone inside, revealing a pile of pale bones piled in the entrance area. There was some light green and black mold growing on it. Franka raised the white candle in her hand and looked into the depths of the tomb. There were bones everywhere, piled up in a mess, occupying every inch of the ground. In the middle there was a sarcophagus that had tilted, and a large number of bones that were about to rot had poured out. "It doesn't look dangerous." Franka said after a moment's hesitation. Janna then came closer and handed back her stand-in mirror. Franca looked at it for a while and said: "Nothing of value." Among the various burial objects, gems and other items have disappeared. They must have been lost when the underground tombs were built and these ancient tombs were opened up. Other things have either weathered and decayed or been broken into pieces. Even the murals on the walls are only left with some traces. Jana looked at it for a while and said uncertainly: "What about the area that is pressed down by these bones?" "Let me see." Franca took a few steps closer, letting the invisible "spider silk" spread over, wrapping around the pile of pale skeletons at the door and helping them move. Suddenly, an irregular piece of mirror that seemed to be painted with black paint appeared in the firelight. Janna and Franca both stared at him. That, that is very similar to the fragment of the mirror world they obtained in Trier in the Fourth Epoch! "There was a special 'Mirror Man' who died here?" Franca whispered to herself, "Chrismena's shadow appeared here to tell us this? But why did He attack us again?" Janna was also puzzled. She thought for a moment and said: "Why did the special 'Man in the Mirror' die here? Whose tomb is this? Or, in other words, which ancient family did it belong to?"

Franka stared for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "That might be what we need to investigate next." Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the two men put away the mirror fragment and carefully searched the entire tomb with the help of the invisible silk of the "Witch of Joy", but did not find any items that marked the identity of the tomb owner. "Well, let's think of a solution when we get back." Franca sighed, "Now go get the antique tear bottle for that employer." (End of this chapter)