Chapter 637 New arrival Located in the lobby of the Aurelia Hotel on the ground level. Lugano held Ludwig's hand while he ate a burrito, and carried his own suitcase in the other hand. He looked around a little awkwardly. From the time he was born to now, from the time he became an adventurer to the time he followed Lumian all the way south, he had never stayed in a place that ended with "hotel" instead of "inn". He had only read in newspapers and magazines that Trier's most famous Champs Elysees Hotel cost 2100 million Firs to build. It had 800 rooms and 65 function rooms. The most ordinary room cost 12 Firs a day in the most ordinary seasons. This had a great impact on Lugano, who only spent Firs a week on hotel accommodation at the time. It was these examples from the bustling metropolis of Trier that inspired Lugano to finally muster up the courage and shamelessness to go to Lumian and recommend himself. He needs to accumulate wealth as quickly as possible, buy potion materials, and be promoted to "Doctor"! He was going to be a member of high society! When he really became a "doctor", he realized how vast the extraordinary world was and he was just getting started. The male receptionist with slightly curly black hair, dark brown skin, and a shrewd look said to Lugano in fluent Intis: "Do you want a suite or a regular room? Do you want a coffin-like bed or a regular one?" Lugano tilted his head and looked at his employer. Lumian was playing with a caramel-colored East Balam cigarette that was rolled directly from roasted tobacco leaves. He put it to his nose and sniffed it gently, smelling a mixture of aromas from the tobacco leaves themselves, the spices inside, and various herbs. It's a bit pungent, quite fragrant, and makes people want to smell it again.

"Suite, ordinary, closer to the ground." Having experienced the transportation method of renting a coffin, Lumian had no intention of continuing to sleep in a coffin. It's not that he has a psychological trauma, but this thing will affect his perception of the surroundings, and if he really encounters an attack, it will hinder his initial response. Hearing his answer, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief and conveyed his employer's request to the male receptionist. "Eight Filkins per day, three days' prepayment required." The male receptionist, who was obviously a local, quoted the price. After Lugano finished paying, the receptionist looked at his colleagues and said flatteringly: "I'll send you down." There were three mechanical elevators at the back of the hall. Lumian and the others entered the middle door and pulled the brass handle to the position representing the third underground floor. The chains were tightened, the gears were meshing, and the sounds of various metal parts starting to move were heard. In the distance, it seemed as if a boiler was burning and white mist was gushing out. The mechanical elevator began to descend. The native receptionist glanced at Ludwig, smiled, and said to Lumian: "Are you going to settle in Paros? “If you need to know about local grammar schools and housing rentals in different communities, you can contact me.” In his opinion, people who brought seven or eight-year-old children to the South Continent must move here instead of traveling here. After all, the children are still too young and are not suitable for dangerous long-distance travel. Since you are moving here, you need to rent or buy a house and choose a good school. These are all opportunities to make money! When Ludwig heard the word "school", he stopped chewing the grilled corn on the cob, as if the food in his hand suddenly lost its flavor. Lumian had no idea what the native receptionist was thinking, but he didn't mind. Instead, he admired the other party's cleverness. He smiled and said: "Let's see first. We haven't decided whether to stay in Paros Port yet." At this time, the mechanical elevator stopped at the third underground floor. As Lumian walked into the hallway with a room on the right and a stone fence and a cold valley on the left, he said to the native receptionist: “Do you know the town of Tizamo?” The native receptionist helped Lugano carry his suitcase, and then he bent his back slightly and led the way from the side: “You know, many gentlemen like to go to Tizamo for bush hunting on weekends. "There are many secret temples and mausoleums left by former nobles in the jungle over there. If you go there to play, don't go too deep. The primitive tribes there are barbaric and cruel." Lumian nodded slightly without asking any further questions. When they arrived at Suite 7 and entered the living room, he casually took out a silver coin worth 1 Fergold and threw it to the native receptionist:

"What's your name?" The receptionist looked surprised: "You can call me Ron." Lumian laughed. "I may bother you often in the future. For example, what is the name of the nearest good bar and where is it?" Ron touched the silver coin in his hand and said with a smile: “It’s my pleasure to help you. "You can go to the 'Piranha' bar. People communicate in Intis. It's on the street behind our hotel." Lumian gave Lugano a few instructions, then left the room with Ron, waiting for one of the mechanical lifts to come up. When they entered, there was already a man standing inside. The man had a pale face, empty eyes, and was wearing a wrinkled shirt and trousers. Lumian glanced at him and said nothing. With the sound of the chain tightening and the relatively stable upward movement, the mechanical lift returned to the ground. When the man with the empty eyes walked out of the compartment door and distanced himself from the two of them, Ron approached Lumian and whispered: "I was just trying to remind you to pretend you didn't see that guest." "Who is he?" Lumian asked casually. Ron glanced around and said in a low voice: “He lives in a suite on the eighteenth underground floor and is Mr. Ivelista’s servant. "That gentleman's servants all look a little off." Of course it's not normal, it's a walking corpse... Lumian muttered in his mind. He had just gazed at the servant and saw that his fate was dark, belonging to the dead. Lumian was not surprised at all to encounter such a thing in a country that once worshipped the "God of Death". He has seen the afterimage of the "Blood Emperor", so what is this kind of zombie? ………… In the still stuffy evening, Lumian walked around the artificial ravine where the Aurora Hotel was located, entered a street he couldn't pronounce, and found a bar with an exaggerated painting of a carnivorous plant. He put on a golden straw hat, lit up the East Balam cigarette he had bought in the hotel lobby, and put it in his mouth. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Lumian soon began to cough, with two streams of white smoke coming out of his nose. He originally wanted to show that he was an experienced adventurer by smoking East Balam cigarettes, but he did not expect that East Balam cigarettes would be so stimulating. He, who had hardly smoked before, could not bear it. ——There are all kinds of cheap alcohol in Cordu Village, but there are no cigarettes for sale. Lumian has only seen a few people smoking, such as Pons Bene and Louis Lund. After putting out the East Balam cigarette and throwing it into the trash can, Lumian entered the bar, approached the bar counter skillfully, pulled up a high stool and sat down. He felt the residual smell of cigarettes in his mouth and decided to drink something mild first, so he knocked on the bar counter and said in Intis: "A glass of sugar wine, the ordinary kind." "10 Ricks." The bartender was a local man wearing a white shirt and a black vest, speaking Intis with a distinct accent.

Lumian paid the bill and while waiting for the bartender to pour his drink, he naturally looked around and found that no one was looking at him. There were only a dozen or so wanted posters posted on the wall of the bar. He took the amber liqueur thoughtfully, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and asked the bartender with a smile: "Do you know who I am?" The bartender glanced at him and said with a smile: "Every once in a while an adventurer who thinks he's famous asks me this question, but I'm sorry, I don't know you." It seems that the story of the great adventurer Louis Berry hunting "devil wizards" was mainly circulated in the Misty Sea. He became famous later because I have been operating in the sphere of influence of the "Mother Earth" Church. Well, after entering the Violent Sea, Louis Berry's reputation is not that loud, and even fewer people have heard of him in West Balam... In this case, "Siso" should not know that I have arrived at the port of Paros, unless he is squatting at the dock every day... Lumian did not get angry because of the bartender's words. He drank sugar wine and thought about the details. Seeing that he didn't say anything, the bartender smiled and said casually: "You just arrived in the Southern Continent?" "Yes, I left the Raging Sea in the morning." Lumian quickly became a regular at the old tavern and told stories with a smile, "I encountered a ghost ship in the Raging Sea, saw the mummies on it, danced with them under the moon, repelled the devil's attack, and praised the mother of all things. You may never imagine how magical and dangerous the Raging Sea is..." The bartender wiped the inside of the glass and interrupted Lumian: "I know. That's where the 'Death' disappeared after all." "Where did the 'Grim Reaper' disappear?" Lumian asked in astonishment. Although he had guessed that the danger of the violent sea and the abnormal weather were caused by the fall of the gods, he did not expect to get the answer so easily. The bartender looked at Lumian with an expression that said, "You are actually a rookie." "Haven't you heard of the legend of treasure at sea? "The first one is the 'Key of the God of Death'. It is said that at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the 'God of Death' who was defeated in the Pale War was on his way back to Balam. In order to hinder the enemy, he stirred up violent waves and created an insurmountable obstacle, completely separating the northern and southern continents. However, he did not return to his throne in the end and disappeared from then on. Only those who hold a special key can find him, find the treasure he left behind, and obtain his gift." The bartender's tone was somewhat complicated. Lumian fell silent. He came to the sea for revenge and had no interest in the treasure legend. He didn't expect to miss such important information. Just then, he heard the sound of the heavy wooden door of the bar being pushed open. The originally noisy and lively bar suddenly became silent and extremely quiet. Following the strange atmosphere, Lumian turned his body and cast his eyes towards the door. (End of this chapter)