16 Correas Street.

Standing not far from the doorway, Lumien pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and looked at Fidel who was sitting behind his desk. Guerra smiled very rudely, "You made a decision faster than I thought."

Fidel, who has some of the characteristics of a Feneport, glanced sideways at Roddy and sighed softly, "I didn't expect my waiter to be the leader of a fraud ring."

"Maybe it was the mismatch between the salary you offered him and the life he saw every day, which made him step by step towards the abyss." Lumian habitually retorted.

Fidel didn't mention it again, looked at Lumian for a few seconds and said, "Your performance at the bar is to fool such a fool?"

"Thanks to them for contributing nearly 1,000 Felkin to me, it seems that the profession of fraud is quite promising in Port Fallin." Lumian was not at all ashamed of his banditry behavior.

This made Roddy feel extremely remorseful, as if there were countless worms gnawing at his heart.

Fidel nodded and said, "What are you looking for me to buy?"

"A bottle of venom from a rainbow-bearded horned lizard." Lumian put on a nonchalant attitude, as if he was testing the waters with such a deal.

Isn't it the brain of a human lion? Roddy, who was listening, was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he had deep doubts about whether he was a fraudster or the man opposite.

Fidel, who was wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat, thought for a moment and said, "I don't have it right now, but I can get it for you, and it may take two to three days."

"I don't know the specific price, it depends on the seller, according to my experience, it ranges from 3000 to 4000 Feldin, how about it, do you need me to help you collect it?"

"No problem." Lumian stretched his arms slightly and said, "Praise the sun, you are such a kind person." ”

Fidel frowned slightly, suspecting that the other party was sarcastic.

He replied with an unchanged expression: "I'm not a good person, I'm just a businessman, why don't you make a deal that can make money?"

"Moreover, I like to deal with you adventurers, there are some things that I can't do for me, I can only give money and resources, but you can do it."

Speaking of this, Fidel smiled and asked, "Aren't you worried that what I sold you is a fake, do you have a way to determine the authenticity on the spot?"

Lumian smiled, "I know you live here, that's enough."

"It's not decent news that Fidel, a big businessman, was shot six times in a row because he cheated a few thousand Filgin."

He didn't say if he could determine the authenticity of the venom of the Painted Bearded Horned Lizard on the spot.

Fidel stared at Lumian for a few seconds without any change in expression, and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't know how long it has been since no one has threatened me like this in person."

"Do you want to know what happened to those people?"

"Do you want to know if I dare to do it now?" Lumien's eyes narrowed slightly, and although the smile did not decrease, the atmosphere of the entire study froze. ”

He stared at Fidel without the slightest concession.

After a long time, Fidel sighed without anger: "Your style is very similar to that of a man, the legendary man, the great adventurer Gelman. Jack sparrow. ”

"Yes, I'm imitating him." Lumien admits calmly.

Fidel laughed: "Imitating his madness? In other words, you are actually a calm, sensible, cunning person?"

"Nope." Lumian shook his head and said with a smile on his lips, "If I didn't imitate him, I would be even crazier." ”

The atmosphere in the study froze again.

Fidel picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of fragrant black tea: "Sure enough, it's a young man, and the vigor makes me a little jealous of an old guy."

"Do you want to take a commission from me? It will both allow you to make a sum of money and help you like Gelman. Sparrow, like him, became famous at sea in a short period of time. ”

"What commission?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat above his head.

"Kill a pirate, 'Black Lord' Klaas. Kiez, captain of the 'Kinnepos', has a bounty of 65,000 filkins. "He used to be the third mate of the 'King of Dusk' Bratov, and then left the fleet and came out to plunder himself, he robbed me of a batch of goods in the private port of St. Tique Island four months ago, and that batch of goods must have been sold now, I don't expect to get it back, I just want him to die, let everyone at sea know that whoever robbed me of Fidel's cargo must die." ”

"The Lord of Twilight snatched it?" Lumian asked in a playful tone.

Fidel was silent.

After a few seconds, he ignored Lumian's question and continued: "I will regularly provide information on Kizzy, including his characteristics, his strength, where his ships appear and his own whereabouts on the shore, and pay another 25,000 Filkin."

"If you can kill Kizzy, I will also help you get the full bounty as soon as possible through my channels, help you spread your reputation, and all the relics of Kizzy will belong to you."

"Well, as long as you kill Kiz, you'll be one of the most famous adventurers on the seas."

With an additional remuneration of 25,000 and intelligence support....... Lumian thought for a moment and asked with a smile: "How many adventurers have you said this?"

"Seven or eight, all of them are optimistic about me." Fidel replied calmly, "There is no punishment for failing the mission, as long as you survive." ”

In other words, it doesn't matter if you don't do the next task? After muttering in his heart, Lumian nodded and said, "Hunting pirates is every adventurer's business."

Seeing that the deal had been made verbally, Fidel opened the drawer, took out a brown paper document bag, and threw it directly to Lumien.

Lumian caught it with one hand, bypassed the thin line, pulled out the information inside, and flipped through it briefly.

Huo Ran, he raised his head and looked at Fidel: "Kizz has been in Port Fallin recently?"

"Yes, I'm sure of that, but I don't know where he's hiding." Fidel bowed slightly.

After agreeing to see if the venom of the Bearded Horned Lizard had arrived in two days and if there was any update on the "Black Lord", Lumian left 16 Correas Street and walked in the direction of the port.

Trembling and very frightened, Roddy thought that the master would give a severe punishment, but Fidel just waved his palm and said, "You go back to the room first and confess."

"Yes, Mr. Guerra." Roddy quietly breathed a sigh of relief, exited the study, and returned to the second floor along the dimly lit staircase.

As he walked, he suddenly felt a chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The darkness around him instantly became thick.

By the dim light, he saw what seemed to be something coming out from behind his shadow.

Roddy opened his mouth in horror and tried to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

Lumian didn't go straight back to the "Asuka", but walked towards a street he had just passed in the cooler night.

There is a very modest church there, and it is the church of the "fools".

Lumian had seen the "Fool" emblem on the bell tower from a distance, and decided to come back to say a prayer.

Sure enough, Mr. Fool's faith spread mainly on the sea, and there were also churches in Port Fallin, which was a colony of Intis, and it seems that there were more than one...... Lumian stared at the yellowish lights of the church for a while, took off his golden straw hat, and walked inside.

At a glance, he saw that at the edge of the wide hall were twenty or thirty people who seemed to be vagabonds, some of them with their own tattered quilts, some curled up, and only kept warm by their clothes.

The Misty Islands don't freeze to death in the Misty Islands this season, but the rain is abundant and can fall at any time, and it is the dream of many homeless people to have a shelter from the wind and rain, and the "Fool" church seems to allow the homeless to come in and rest.

When I used to wander, if I had bad weather, or if I couldn't find food for several days, I would try my luck in the churches of the two major churches, and if the bishop or priest was good, he would not only provide a dinner, but also a place to sleep for the night, but he would have to leave after dawn, or he would be sent to that bad alms....... Reflecting on the past, Lumien found a place to sit down and prayed intently.

The church of the "Fool" at night was quiet, and sometimes people came in and prayed and left for a while, some dressed as merchants, some like sailors, and some vaguely pirated, but none of them spoiled the peaceful atmosphere

Lumian didn't know what to pray, and when he used to go to the church of the "Eternal Sun" occasionally, he would just repeat parts of the holy scriptures in his mind, making one wish after another, asking for corresponding protection, what if it came true?

And now he knows that it has no effect or meaning, and he doesn't have so many desires.

On top of that, Lumian had only heard two or three sermons from the clergy of the Church of the Fool, and all he could recall was the eight archangels and the description of Mr. Fool's authority.

In the end, Lumien chose to recount the journey from his departure from Trier to his arrival in Port Fallin.

His mood gradually calmed down and became peaceful.

"May Mr. 'Fool' bless, may all disasters be averted, and may Aurel be resurrected......." After about a quarter of an hour, Lumian ended his prayer and made a simple wish.

As soon as he stood up, there was a loud bang in the distance, and all the glass of the church of the "Fool" rattled, and the house clattered and shook a few times.

Lumian raised an eyebrow, and with the blank expressions of the awakened homeless men, he walked to the door and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

He saw billowing smoke and flames rising from the area where the Doge's Palace was located, rushing into the air and illuminating the surroundings.

Lumian couldn't help but raise his right hand, touched his chin, and said to himself silently, "This shouldn't have anything to do with my arrival, right?"

Falin Harbor seems to be a big deal.