Chapter 636 West Balam Lumian had heard from Lugano that ships that strayed from safe routes might mysteriously disappear, and after a few years they would occasionally reappear at night, with no lights or people on board. This should be the case now. In the past, Lumian might have been curious enough to "teleport" over and take advantage of the three-masted sailing ship's reentry into the safe channel to confirm its internal condition. However, after experiencing the legend of the devil on Hunt Island, he felt that it was better to have less trouble than more. As long as the unmanned ship sailing in the darkness did not show any tendency to attack and there was no sense of danger that it would explode at any time, he could just treat it as a unique landscape of the raging sea and just watch. The brown-colored ship was moving farther and farther away, with only the fluttering sails and no other movement. Suddenly, Lumian, who had excellent eyesight, saw a face in the open window of the top floor of the cabin, quietly looking outside, looking at this side. The skin on that face was dry and pale, tightly wrapped around the bones, lacking a sense of flesh and blood. The long flaxen hair hung down from both sides like clumps of withered weeds. The two eyeballs had long been missing, and the remaining space was filled with deep darkness. It looks like it came from the head of a mummy, but the lips are bright and extremely bright in color, as if they had just been painted with lipstick. Lumian instinctively felt that this withered, pale face belonged to a woman, or at least had been a woman in life. He did not raise his right hand to greet the other party enthusiastically, but watched quietly as the ancient three-masted sailing ship sailed out of the safe channel and into the dark night, and watched the mummy face with blood-red lips and black eye sockets blend into the darkness.

Only then did he wave his hand and said with a smile: "goodbye! "Never again!" He helped Franca and the others think about a plan to deal with Moran Avini for a while, and finally decided to wait for "007" to provide more information before making further plans. A "conspirator" is not a dreamer and cannot fabricate a conspiracy out of thin air. There must be sufficient information to support it. When Lumian woke up at dawn, the "Berry" sailed out of the violent sea in the thick fog filled with the smell of death. Ahead is a clear blue ocean and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. The next day, the "Berry" did not enter the port of Berens at the northernmost tip of West Balam, but continued to sail southwest and finally arrived at the port of Paros at four o'clock in the afternoon. The port was located in Matanibong and was ruled by a general named Quillaril. This place was originally a colony of the Republic of Intis, but after the war a few years ago, the Intis colonists withdrew from this city and the surrounding areas, and various forces from the Feynaport Kingdom, which had a good relationship with General Queralil, moved in one after another. Lumian's target "Siso" did not appear in Paros Port, but the two pranks he participated in were both located in Matanibong, one in the small town of Tizamo, which is at the edge of Paros Port and closest to the jungle, and the other in Devis, the gold mining city at the southernmost tip of Matanibong. Lumian unbuttoned the second button on his linen shirt and said to Lugano in a self-deprecating tone: “I feel like I’m being excluded by the winter and have been moving around in the heat.” Before Trier entered late autumn, he went to Santa Port, which was also relatively hot in autumn and had plenty of sunshine. When Santa Port began to cool down, he arrived at Kolya Port, which was located in the tropics that his sister mentioned. There were only rainy seasons and dry seasons, no winter, and the lowest temperature was around 20 degrees Celsius. Now, places like Trier have entered the middle of winter, but the southern continent is just the opposite and is in the hot summer. This made the black woolen coat and the warm German windbreaker that Lumian had specially prepared useless. “Because we were heading south in the fall.” Lugano still has a say in weather and seasons. Lumian put on a golden straw hat, held Ludwig's hand, and walked along the gangway to the port. He unabashedly displayed the characteristics of the great adventurer Louis Berry. Lumian actually planned to change his strategy at the beginning. He wanted to sneak into Matanibong under another identity, investigate the two pranks unnoticed, and find "Cisoka". However, after Franca described "Cisoka"'s daily behavior to Anthony Reid in detail, the "hypnotist" made a character profile, and the first few items in the character profile were "very aggressive".

So, Lumian changed his mind and picked up fishing again. However, he felt that the possibility of success was not great. With the lesson of the sea sacrifice ceremony, "Loki" survived and could pass on information, and "Sisoka" should have a full understanding of the forces hidden behind him. With the resources and energy shown before "April Fools' Day", they obviously did not have the strength to compete with the "Tarot Club", and there was more than just the "Tarot Club" behind Lumian. If he were "Sisoka", facing this situation, Lumian would definitely choose to wait patiently for a month or two, until the enemy who came for revenge became impatient and started to make mistakes, and until the strong people behind him could no longer protect him, and then launch a surprise attack. "Don't make any plans yet. Let's consider it after we find some clues." Lumian muttered to himself silently, and walked out of the port with a large number of passengers and came to the public carriage station. There were also many hired carriages and coffins, some black and some vermilion, parked nearby. Coffins? Although Lumian had read many travel books about the customs and people of West Balam, he still couldn't help but feel absurd when he actually saw coffins parked on the roadside. Before the invasion of the Northern Continent countries, and before the artificial division of East and West Balam, the Balam Empire worshipped the "God of Death" - this was also the "God of Hell" in the "War of the Four Emperors". Therefore, the people here valued coffins and loved them, viewing them as objects that could bring peace and tranquility, and the favor of the God of Death. When traveling, they would lie in coffins, carried by people or pulled by horses or unicorns. Of course, this is a means of transportation for those with a certain amount of financial resources. Ordinary people would not even want to lie in a coffin. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Lumian said to Lugano and Ludwig with great interest: "Want to ride in a coffin? I'm going to give it a try." "Me, I'll let it go." Lugano felt that lying in a coffin was not a good symbol and he couldn't accept it. Ludwig turned his attention to the street vendors nearby. The aroma of corn and potatoes intertwined together made every passerby salivate. “You guys are so boring.” Lumian cursed with a smile, walked up to four locals with messy black hair and dark brown skin, raised his right hand, and pointed at the black coffin placed under the shade of a tree. "How much?" Lugano asked in a rather awkward Tutan language before Lumian could. He did have some talent for languages. From the time he set out from Santa Port to the time he arrived at Paros Port, which was less than a month, he was able to barely communicate with people in Tutankhamun. Of course, it was limited to the most daily and short words and sentences. A local man, shirtless and wearing linen trousers, responded in Tutan: "Forty copeks for a near place, and one filkin for a far place." Seeing that the inquirer was a foreigner, he did not convert the price into the local currency "Delisi" - "Delisi" is the Intis name for the local currency, which means copper coins. It’s quite cheap. This is a coffin carried by four people. It would be much more expensive if it was carried by eight people... Haha, I can actually use Ferkin and Cope directly. It’s worthy of being the former Intis colony that was lost just a few years ago... Lumian’s mastery of Dutan is actually better than Lugano’s, because he used up his only intermediate-level language proficiency spell on the ship. Learning this language while understanding Dutan is easier and more effective. As for the issue of the talisman being consumed, Lumian didn't care at all. In his opinion, items are meant to be used, there is no such thing as a pity or not. The most important thing is that they can play a role. He shouldn't be like some misers who work hard all their lives but are reluctant to spend money. In the end, when they die, all the money they have saved goes to others. Anyway, if he really needs a language talisman, he can buy it from the "Curly Baboon Research Society". If he can't make it to the gathering time, he can "teleport" to various cities in Lundburg and buy it from the Church of Knowledge. "Okay." Lumian nodded to Lugano, "Let's go to the Aurora Hotel." After Lugano paid 1 fior gold, the local man who had just quoted the price lifted the thin lid of the coffin, revealing the interior covered with thick dark red cloth and a harder neck pillow. Lumian took off his golden straw hat and lay down in it with great interest, and his body suddenly felt cold. This effectively dispels dampness during hot seasons. Was it because of the wood of the coffin or the black paint that protected it from the sun, or because it had been placed under the shade of a tree? It was like entering a morgue in the summer, quite comfortable... Lumian watched the thin lid of the coffin close up, and felt the shadow expand rapidly, eventually dominating the world. The sounds outside became blurred in his ears. The coffin was then lifted up and moved forward slightly shaking. Lumian's vision was filled with darkness, and the surroundings were gloomy and cold. He had an inexplicable illusion that he was walking towards death and touching death.

"Apart from the psychological discomfort, it's actually quite good, except that it's easy to fall asleep..." He was in a good mood and evaluated this means of transportation, "and it's not suitable for men and women to ride together, it would be quite embarrassing, haha, I wonder if the 'romantic' Intis people have ever had an affair in this state?" Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the coffin stopped in front of the Aurora Hotel. Lumian walked out of the coffin and saw a small, man-made valley. Rows of rooms made of gray-black boulders extend deeper and deeper around the inner wall of the "deep valley" to the bottom. This is the most famous Aurelia Hotel in Paros Port. It once belonged to a descendant of the Balam royal family, Aurela Eggers. It was a building built with the purpose of being closer to death, and was later occupied by Intis colonists. When the Fenaport people came here, they felt that it symbolized going deep into the earth and returning to the earth, so they transformed it into a large hotel. (End of this chapter)