Chapter 554: The Coming One After Another (Third Update, Please Guarantee the Minimum Monthly Ticket) Lumian watched Noelia disappear into the corridor and wondered if he should add a catchphrase: "You Feynapote people." However, Noelia's kindness also reminded him that investigating the Sea Prayer Ceremony is definitely not an easy task, and the risks involved must be taken seriously by the Church of the "Mother Earth Goddess". But for Lumian, many dangers can be avoided and he will not take the initiative to encounter them. Because his real purpose is not to investigate the truth of the sea-praying ceremony, end the influence of this folk custom on Santaport, and stop many humans here from lingering on the edge of becoming monsters. What he wants to do is to find out the details of the "April Fool's Day" prank, and use it to track down "Ultraman" and "The Bard", and execute them one by one. Santaport has many problems and abscesses, and he doesn't need to poke them open, and he can withdraw in time. One of Lumian’s rules for playing the role of a “conspirator” is to conceal his true purpose! This can cause others to misjudge his choices at critical moments and make wrong responses. After closing the door, Lumian took his golden straw hat and sat on the armchair. He looked towards the corridor with a smile and said to himself silently with interest: “Who will be the next to provide information? "Ruvio Paco, who obviously dislikes the 'Maid of the Sea' and hates this aspect of things, or the families who have lost their positions as members of the Fisheries Guild for many years?" Under the bright sunlight outside the window, Lumian took advantage of his proficiency in the highland language to quickly flip through the textbooks he had bought, hoping to remember and master more relevant knowledge. He couldn't wait until the effect of the talisman ended without leaving any trace in his mind. About an hour later, he heard unfamiliar footsteps coming from the corridor.

Knock, knock, knock! His door was knocked again. "Who?" Lumian asked in very simple highland language. "The books you bought have been delivered." It was the hotel owner, Ota Guillaume, who answered in Intis. The book I bought? When did I buy a book? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, opened the door, and took a book with a relatively cheap but brightly colored packaging from the old man. The title of the book is "Journey Around Fenypot". Lumian pretended not to understand the title of the book written in the Highland language and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I have to wait for my translator to come back and tell me. If I just look it up in the dictionary, I may not be able to finish it by the time I leave Feynaporte." Old Ota expressed his understanding: "When I first arrived in Santa Puerto, seven or eight guys shared a dictionary that translated Intis and Plateau language. No one dared to go out alone. But after staying there for a while, I kept forcing myself to communicate with the locals, and gradually I was able to communicate in a simple way. To be honest, Plateau language and Intis language are actually very similar." Lumian chatted with old Otta for a few words, then returned to the room with the book "Travels around Feynaporte" and sat back in the armchair. He immediately turned the book over so that the flip side was facing down, and then he pinched the spine and shook it continuously. A folded piece of white paper fell out from inside. Lumian reached out to catch it, flicked his wrist, and unfolded the white paper. It is written in Intis: "The Maid of the Sea is also not allowed to leave Santa Port and cannot marry a foreigner, but over the years, there have always been exceptions. "Before marriage, women in Feynaport like romance and pursue love, and Santa Port is no exception. Over the past thousand years, many 'Maidens of the Sea' have chosen to escape in order to uphold their love or freedom. Among them, there are 30 to 40 successful ones. The most recent one happened more than 20 years ago. That 'Maiden of the Sea' married an Intis and gave birth to a child. It is currently unknown whether she is still alive because the Fisheries Guild has been hunting her down. "Her child is called Norfi, you should know her, she has returned to Santa Port." Nolfi? Bartner Conte's lover? She was actually the child of the Maid of the Sea, and she brought her "companion" back to Santa Port to witness the Sea Praying Ceremony... When Lumian was on the Bird, he occasionally felt that Nolfi was worried, but he never thought that she would have such a close connection with the Sea Praying Ceremony. This made him doubt the real purpose of Nolfi's return to Santa Port, and that guy Batna Conte might fall into an unspeakable nightmare because of a romantic encounter. Lumian lowered his gaze and read the last paragraph:

"Outside this sea area and Santa Port, the magic brought by the Sea Prayer Ceremony will be significantly weakened. For targets in other areas, the Fishery Guild can only solve them by hiring adventurers, bounty hunters, and professional assassins." Is this sentence telling me that no matter how much trouble you cause, no matter how much you investigate the sea prayer ceremony, as long as you can escape from Santa Port and stay away from this sea area, the members of the Fisheries Guild will have no way to deal with you? Lumian didn't know who had passed on this piece of paper and the corresponding information in his hand. After all, he had not seen many people's handwriting in Santa Port, but he clearly felt the other party's desire and expectation. A red flame emerged, igniting the white paper with large words written on it. Lumian leaned back and drank the most famous Manzan wine in the Kingdom of Feynaport - a white wine produced in a specific area without water added, while flipping through the book "Travels Around Feynaport" written in the highland language. The author of the book praised the various staple foods and beef, mutton and pork of the Kingdom of Feynaporte, but was dismissive of the local tobacco, believing that it was no different from smoking chili peppers directly. After a while, Lugano returned to the suite with Ludwig, holding a bunch of street snacks such as grilled baby octopus, grilled lamb kidneys, fried fish, fried potatoes, corn omelette, grilled pork rolls, etc. Lumian had already put down the book "Travels Around Feynaporte" and stood up and said to Lugano: "Don't forget to change your appearance and get our new ID tomorrow. Also, find out where Batner Conte is in the next two days. I want to have a drink with him." "Okay, okay." Lugano didn't understand why his employer suddenly wanted to find the exquisitely dressed adventurer, but he believed that it was definitely not as simple as drinking. After explaining this matter, Lumian took the sun hat and walked towards the door, saying casually: "I'll go out for a walk and be back before dinner." "You, do you need an interpreter?" Lugano asked instinctively. Lumian smiled: “Just turn around and figure out the terrain, no need to communicate with anyone. "Don't worry, I won't get lost." Lugano said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions. He believed that with the employer's level of body language, there was nothing wrong with simply communicating with people. After leaving the Solo Hotel, Lumian walked down the street as if taking a stroll. He was proactively creating opportunities for those who tried to contact him, and also wanted to see if the people from the Fisheries Guild would take the opportunity to attack him. ………… Solo Hotel, fifth floor suite. After drinking the slightly fermented grape juice, Ludwig jumped off the chair and walked to the bathroom. Lugano continued to lie slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. After taking the children for a walk for nearly two hours, he felt that he needed to take a break to recharge his energy in order to go to bars and other places in the evening to inquire about the whereabouts of Battner Comte and meet the enthusiastic Feynaporte girl. Ludwig went into the bathroom, opened the toilet lid, and half-closed his eyes. While he was urinating seriously, a thin black shadow quietly emerged from the shadow in the corner. The main body of the black shadow was an insect as thick as a finger, with very long bristles on its surface, like some moldy food. Its bristles fluttered and stretched out in all directions like tentacles, trying to grab everything it touched. As it twisted, the black shadow silently leapt behind Ludwig, stood up suddenly, and drilled its head into the opponent's cervical vertebrae. Just then, it saw the little boy's brown eyes.

It suddenly froze there, maintaining the posture of a snake with its upper body raised. Ludwig had finished peeing at some point and half turned around. He stretched out his right palm and grabbed the dark shadow. The black shadow did not resist at all. The next second, Ludwig, the chubby-faced little boy, stuffed the black shadow into his mouth. Amid the obvious chewing sounds, the black shadow's lower body twitched and shrank upward, joining the blurred flesh and blood in front. In just two blinks, Ludwig ate the shadow like eating Feneport noodles. He licked his lips and looked like he wanted another helping. ………… Outside Aquinas Street, in the cafe that likes to place a bouquet of flowers on every table. Lumian encountered two street fights on his way here and bought a skewer of grilled baby octopus, a specialty of Santa Port, but no one approached him quietly, stuffed something into his mouth, or whispered something to him, nor was there any attack from the dark. Looking at the still bright sky and shining sun, he chose the most secluded seat in the corner of the cafe, ordered a cup of Toleré coffee with milk, and patiently tasted the bitterness in the rich aroma. As time passed, a woman wearing a gorgeous long dress and with her face covered by a blue veil suddenly sat down opposite Lumian as she passed by. She glanced left and right and quickly lifted the layer of blue tulle hanging from the brim of her hat. She is not her, she is him. This is a man wearing women's clothing, with sharp features, grey-blue eyes, and an expression that shows an uncontrollable nervousness. Lumian’s pupils instantly dilated. He knew this man in women's clothing. He is the current "Governor of the Sea"! It was the "Governor of the Sea" who accepted Marta's kneeling worship in that church-like building and was served by many maids! He came to see me? He was the one who came to see me? Lumian was surprised, but he also thought it made sense. Seeing that the great adventurer Louis Berry recognized him, the "Governor of the Sea" lowered his blue veil and let it cover his face again. Then, he lowered his voice, full of desire and worry, and said in the plateau language: "Help me! Help me!" PS: The third update is here, please guarantee double the monthly tickets~ I wish you and your family good health in 2024! (End of this chapter)