Themipolos fell silent and made no more sounds.

Lumien continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and give an overview of the Church of the Fool.

He learned that there was also a continent in this world called the Godforsaken Lands, a place of curse and banishment by the gods.

The gods abandoned the continent, but Mr. Fool did not, and he sent the Angel of Redemption, Gelman Sparrow, to lead the surviving humans of the lost city-state out of the Godforsaken land.

Rebuilding its home on an island in the sea, the current headquarters of the Church of the Fool is in the new Silver City on the Sunia Sea.

Two other holy sites are also located in that area, namely Crescent City and Byamu, the capital of the Rorsted Islands.

Lumian listened with relish, and had a preliminary understanding of the Church of the Fool.

At the end of the sermon, the bishop and the priest of the same name initiated communion, a cup of clear, colorless liquid, and a giant blackened husk.

Lumian picked up the glass first, took a sip, and felt that the liquid in it tasted slightly sweet, much like dairy products, but more fragrant.

Immediately afterwards, he used a wooden spoon to dig up the food contained in the giant husk, and as soon as he put the food in his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression: it was meat, this is too extravagant.

The Church of the Eternal Sun can't do anything like that, just red wine and unleavened bread.

Lumian lifted his spirits and chewed with great interest, feeling that the food in his mouth was delicious, with the texture of meat and the sweetness and slight sourness of fruit.

It even exudes a strange aroma, which is completely different from Trier's common dishes.

As he ate, he listened to the bishop about the origin of the sacrament: it was the favorite food of the angel of salvation, Gelman Sparrow, when he was still walking the earth, and she was the trumpet of the Lord, preaching the oracle of the Lord.

The liquid is called teyana, and its name comes from the fact that the flesh of the Rorsted Islands is squeezed, and the teyana husk, which has lost most of its flesh, is stuffed with mashed lamb and fish, and finally roasted into the sacrament teyativa.

Of course, the Church of the Fool could not have transported that giant fruit from the Rorsted Islands to Trier in order to distribute the Holy Communion, which would have to cross three oceans, and even the most green fruit would be ripe until it rotted, wasting money and resources.

With the help of a botanist, the Church of the Fool has cultivated an improved Teyana tree that grows and bears fruit in southern Intis, with a stronger milky flavor.

If it weren't for Mr. Fool's church, you wouldn't be able to go out to preach and preach, otherwise with such a sacrament, I don't know how many people would dare to believe it.

That's not good, too many people believe in Mr. Foolish, and the cost of the sacrament will become astronomical.

After worrying about the Church of the Fool for a few seconds, Lumian, who had not yet eaten dinner, ate Teyativa cleanly, and finally drank the Teyana juice.

"Praise be to the fools." Lumian got up with great sincerity, bowed, and walked away slowly, into the night outside, illuminated by the candlelight.

Lumian, dressed in a linen shirt and black waistcoat and with his sleeves rolled up, walked along the port area to the other side of the pier, intending to take a public carriage to the boulevard district.

At this time, Lavigny was much quieter, except for groups of sailors, occasionally passing by, singing or shouting.

Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away, and someone let out a scream, and as the screams echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed.

He turned to the side and moved out of the way, acting like I was just a pedestrian.

However, if the other person is disgusting or does do it, there is nothing bad about it.

Being chased by the bitter master, Lumian didn't mind sticking out his right foot and tripping him, not for anything else, mainly to see the excitement.

In a few breaths, the figure had already run to the edge of the light of the street lamp, and Lumien's eyebrows moved, so fast, not like an ordinary human.

In the next second, with the help of the light of the gas street lamp, he could see the specific appearance of the figure clearly: it was not a human, it was a monster, it only had a wrinkled head, like a human, wearing a torn linen shirt and brown trousers, the surface of the body was covered with dark green scales, there were no shoes on his feet, between his fingers, there was a thin and tough membrane, and the dark green mucus flowing from his palms and mouth were full of blood.

Lumian, who had seen a lot of monsters in the ruins of Kordu Village, couldn't panic, just frowned slightly, this is very similar to the fish-man mentioned in the occult magazine, its dark green scales seem to have a strong defensive ability.

Lumian's thoughts flickered, and the monster saw it, and he had retreated to the side of the road, his obviously bulging eyes, becoming more violent and crazy.

It turned sideways and pounced on Lumian, who instantly arched his body, did not retreat but advanced, and grabbed the monster that seemed to be a fishman forward with a stride.

Bang!

His right fist, clenched into a fist, struck his target in the abdomen with a little spark.

Immediately afterward, he was short, and he slipped through the armpit of the monster covered in dark green scales and dripping with disgusting liquid, avoiding the opponent's counterattack and successfully changing positions.

Coming behind the attacker, Lumian spun around quickly, grabbed his arms, and sparked his fists, alternating between smashing into the back of the suspected fish-man monster, knocking it to the ground.

The sound of clattering echoed, and Lumian put away his hands, stopped attacking, and looked at the body quietly, still struggling, making a lot of corrosive flesh on the ground.

A dull and faint explosion sounded, and the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of the monster suspected of being a fish-man erupted a few red sparks, and the surface of its body swelled a little and then sunken inward, shedding a lot of dark green scales.

After a few convulsions of its body, it completely lost its motion, and Lumian withdrew his gaze, turned his gaze to the following figures, and threw his hands nonchalantly.

In order to alleviate the corrosive pain brought by the dark green liquid, he was slightly injured, after all, it was a constant heavy punch bombardment just now.

Each time you come into contact with each other's dark green scales and viscous liquid, it is very short.

Soon, the figures arrived, and they were all dressed as sailors.

The leader was a Southern Continent mixed-race with pigtails and a brown-red complexion.

He was in his thirties, his lips were thick, and his gaze first swept over the fish-man monster lying silently on the ground, and then he looked at Lumian in shock, suspicion and fear.

After a few seconds of silence, the pigtailed sailor said in a vigilant voice: "This is the fishman we caught at sea, and it injured a guy and escaped. ”

Sure enough, it's a fishman, is it really caught? Why not just turn it into all sorts of materials, sport Trier and have to risk it in a state of being alive?

Lumian muttered a few words silently, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to apologize for it and give me a mental damage fee to soothe my frightened mind?" ”

The sailor and his companion at the head glanced at each other, and it was difficult to grasp the true thoughts of the young man in front of them, and at this moment, the sound of neat running was heard in the distance, mixed with the movement of guns grinding and colliding.

It was a patrol soldier who heard the screams.

The sailor's heart tightened with many pigtails, and while subconsciously snatching the corpse of the monster, he observed Lumian's reaction, and planned to stop trying with the other party's dissatisfied look.

At the same time, he kept saying, "No problem, we don't have a problem." "What he means is that we will pay for moral damages.

Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the extraordinary properties of the fish-men, but the monster was too weak for him to be interested, and he took the risk to discuss the distribution plan with these guys, it was not worthy of the Shadow Branch.

This group of guys who do things roughly and don't care about traces, if they are lucky enough to get rid of the official tracking, they can still be on occasion when they turn around, and they can collect some mental damage fees.

Lumian watched the group of sailors carry away the fish-man monster, and walked forward as before.

Not long after, several patrol soldiers caught up, examined his state, and asked him if he had encountered anything unusual.

Lumian pointed unusually frankly in the direction where the group of sailors had left: "I heard screams, and saw a group of people fleeing in that direction, wearing as if they were sailors' clothes. ”

The non-commissioned officer leading the patrol nodded in satisfaction, "Thank you for your cooperation." ”

"No thanks, this is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian smiled in response.

Soon, the rest of the soldiers found the traces of corrosion and multiple scales on the ground, and found drops of viscous liquid that had not completely evaporated, followed them, and chased them into the docks.

Lumian snorted and continued his way to the bus stop, and he heard a not-so-enthusiastic applause.

Lumian turned his head nervously and saw a box of goods piled up not far away, and at some point, a person was seated.

The man had burnt yellow eyebrows, hair of the same color, dark blue but bright eyes, a linen shirt and brown shoulders, and a pair of black leather boots hanging from deep trousers.

Lumi was shocked and recognized the other party's identity: Flame Daniz, a great pirate second only to several pirate kings.

Lumian immediately calmed down, because the other party had another identity: he was no longer a pirate, and was now the oracle of Mr. Fool.

As the holder of the Arcana Minor card, Lumien believes that as long as he reveals his identity, the other party will definitely not embarrass him.

Flame Daniz looked at Lumian for a few seconds, and jumped from the top of the wooden box pile to the ground with ease.

He laughed twice and said leisurely: "In a very short period of time, you can choose the most effective, the most targeted, and the most likely to quickly solve the attack of the prey, perfectly avoid the chaotic people, and the body surface defense strengthened by scales, your battle head wisdom is quite good, I appreciate it." ”

"Well, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?"