Looking at the firelight of the Black Pearl District, Lumian fell into deep thought.

As a "conspirator", he subconsciously analyzed the potential possible reasons: first of all, the rebels and national independence forces can be ruled out, because there is no such organization in the Misty Sea Islands, this is the first overseas colony of Intis, whether it is the erosion of religion and culture, or the absorption and accommodation of the islanders, the successive governments have worked hard, coupled with the policies formulated by Russell the Great, this place is almost equal to the overseas province of Intis with looser laws and worse security, and the archipelago people have long had no original beliefs, Consider yourself a discriminated citizen of the Intith Territory.

This is not fundamentally different from the Lims in the south of Indis and the Savoyard in the east, and the citizens of Trier look down on all outsiders equally, but they are relatively more wary of the archipelago who like to engage in fraud and thugs.

Did the pirate trade spark infighting, or did the Southern Continent groups that wanted to overthrow colonial rule choose to do something in the Misty Sea Islands? Or maybe some ambitious guy is following the evil gods? Lumian's thoughts flickered, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-giant over two and a half meters tall wearing a black trench coat and a silk top hat, coming out of the room on the side of the church.

He said to the bewildered and terrified prayers and homeless, "Don't worry, the Lord will take shelter."

"Stay here, don't go out, wait for the riot to subside, there will be no danger."

"Praise be to the fools!" The believers in the church of the "fools" found support and put their hands on their chests and bowed.

Their expressions softened, and they visibly felt more secure.

Tramps, you look at me, I look at you, no one chooses to leave.

In the minds of most Intis, the church is a safer place than the government, regardless of the church.

At this time, in the area where there was an explosion just now, and the area where the fire was churning, there was golden sunlight falling, and there were continuous dense roars, but they were not as huge as before.

It was clear that the Doge's Mansion and the two major ecclesiastical extraordinaries were dealing with the anomaly.

At the same time, Lumian saw that the moonlight and starlight had darkened the sky, and that there was no change in the weather, but the streets outside seemed to be shrouded in a thin, dark mist.

After a moment's thought, he ignored the cries of the half-giant bishop, opened the door of the church of the "Fool", and walked out.

The temperature outside has dropped noticeably a lot, just like in Trier, and it's autumn.

Illuminated by gas lamps, Lumian headed back towards the harbor.

Suddenly, a rickety figure came out of the alley next to him.

The figure was dressed in a thin shirt and trousers, with no shoes on its feet, and its face was pale and wrinkled.

His eyes were white and brown, and his bare skin was patchy with corpse spots.

A living corpse? Lumien raised an eyebrow.

The old man, who seemed to be a living corpse, was about to sway towards the Black Pearl District, but as if he smelled the smell of spirituality and blood, he turned sideways sharply, looked at Lumian, and made a voice that did not look like a human from his throat.

Lumian immediately condensed a red and almost white fireball, causing it to whizz towards the living corpse.

With a loud explosion, the head of the living corpse cracked, its body was torn apart, and it died again.

It doesn't move any more.

"That's all there is to it?" Lumien also thought he had encountered a more dangerous kind of undead creature.

He continued to walk forward, condensing a dozen or twenty red and almost white fireballs above his head, behind his head, above his shoulders, and on the sides of his body, allowing them to follow his movements, remaining relatively levitated.

Just turning the corner in front of him, Lumien saw a young couple screaming in terror and running away.

Behind them was a living corpse with several bullet holes in its body, its dark red heart and white intestines looming.

Around Lumian, a red, almost white fireball flew out, passed over the two lovers, and exploded on the bodies of the living corpses.

Boom, charred corpse pieces were thrown in all directions with residual flames.

The young couple stopped in amazement and looked at Lumian, who was surrounded by a dozen or twenty red and almost white fireballs, their eyes confused and trance, full of disbelief.

"Are you stunned and waiting to die?" Lumian scolded as he walked forward, "Go to the back street and enter the church of the 'Fool'." ”

"Okay, okay!" The two young men, a man and a woman, answered instinctively, as if they were facing a policeman or an adventurer with a gun.

The power of that fireball is obviously much greater than that of a gun!

When the couple entered the street where the church of the "Fool" was located, Lumien continued to walk towards the harbor like a messenger of flames.

On the way, he met several waves of people who came out of bars, fair-air markets, etc., and encountered living corpses.

Lumian didn't say anything, just let the red and white fireballs around him shoot out, help them deal with the resurrected corpses, and then let them go to the nearest church to take refuge.

The chase of the living corpse and the shock of the fireball made his words extremely convincing, and no one had to stubbornly find their own way.

If there is, Lumian doesn't bother to care.

After several similar events, Lumian gradually figured out some patterns: the living corpses were not changed from the living, they all came from the original dead, and the dead in the entire city of Port Farin were resurrected for some unknown reason;

Living corpses will instinctively move closer to the place where the explosion occurred before, but if they encounter a living person along the way, they will be attracted to flesh and spirit, chasing, killing and gnawing.

In light of these rules, Lumian no longer asks passers-by to seek refuge in churches far away, but only tells them to avoid hospitals, cemeteries, and other places, and to find a nearby bar, dance hall, or house that has not recently died for two or three hours.

Stopping, firing the condensed red and near-white fireballs to the last two, Lumian returned to the harbor and boarded the Bird.

Philip pressed the side of the ship with his hand and looked out over the area of the Doge's Palace.

"What happened?" He asked about Lumian.

"How do I know?" Lumian replied with a smile.

Philip immediately changed the question: "Did you encounter any anomalies?"

Lumian then briefly talked about the explosion in the direction of the Doge's Palace and the sudden resurrection of the corpses.

"Evoke a living corpse?" Philip frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Without waiting for Lumian to express his opinion, he sighed and said: "This time the sea was fine on the first day, the second day I met the 'bone splitter', on the third day I was attacked by the 'Dead Navigator' at noon, and in the evening, no, in the early morning of the fourth day, there was another plague of living corpses in Port Farin..."

"We'll have six days left before we get to Santa Harbor..."

Lumian listened for a moment.

Theoretically, his attraction to the calamity, or the calamity's attraction to him, was not so frequent, and when he was in Trier, he didn't encounter a mystical incident every day, if it were like that, "007" died suddenly.

It's understandable that I've encountered one or two disasters on the whole journey, but counting the madness in Duddell, it's really every day....it can't be that there is something unclean following me, it's all brought, triggered, and aggregated, and the disaster I encountered is essentially only one, and that is it? The more Lumian pondered, the more he felt compelled to write to the "Magician" lady to see if there was something wrong with such frequent calamities.

"Maybe the plague of the living corpses just now was caused by the big trouble on the ship, which means that it left the 'Asuka', and our subsequent journey will become peaceful." Lumian casually relieved Philip.

He didn't have much faith in saying this himself.

"Hope." Philip stretched his arms slightly and prayed sincerely, "Praise the sun!"

Lumian did not rush back to the first class, and stood beside the side of the ship to look out at the situation in Farin Harbor.

The acquiescence of the Misty Sea Islands officials to the pirate trade brought a certain amount of chaos and evil, but it also made it much more numerous than the average city of Intis, who quickly organized resistance and cleared the streets of living corpses, effectively reducing casualties among citizens and travelers.

It is not known whether there were pirates or adventurers who took advantage of the chaos to rob banks and gold stores, or killed enemies and bullied innocents.

In less than two quarters of an hour, all the commotion in the area where the explosion had occurred had subsided, and the official extraordinaries had spread out to deal with the riots in the other streets.

"It's good, nothing big happened, and it was controlled in time." Philip withdrew his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

You can say that, I can't say it....... Lumian laughed to himself.

It was only at this point that Philip had an emotional chit-talk: "Did you go into Farin to drink?"

"yes." Lumien smiled and said, "By the way, I took a commission. ”

"What commission?" Philip asked casually.

"Pirate hunter, a pirate named 'Black Lord'." Lumian didn't hide it.

Philip's eyes lit up, and he frowned and asked, "Are you sure you are stronger than the 'Black Lord'?" He's got a boat, and he's got hundreds of men!"

"And, even if you can really find an opportunity to assassinate him, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the 'Lord of Dusk'? That's one of the kings of the sea!"

"Accepting the commission doesn't mean that I will definitely do it, I don't even know where to find 'Black Lord' Klaas now. Kizzy, that's the name, right?" Lumian doesn't care at all about the possible "Lord of the Dusk" revenge.

There is more than one Sage who wants to deal with him!

Philippe see Louis. Berry looked like he had taken on a task casually, and when he had a chance to think about whether to do it, he didn't continue the topic.

Early the next morning.

The chief of security had just finished his breakfast when he heard his sailors tell him that the Governor's Palace had ordered the port to be temporarily closed and that all ships were not allowed to leave!

Philip resisted the urge to stand up directly, and asked in a deep voice, "What are those soldiers doing in the port?"

"Ship by boat." The sailor who was asked answered truthfully.

Lumien, who was in room 5 of the first class, looked at the chaotic harbor where the army had entered, and continued to write a letter to Jane and Franca: "There seems to be something going on in Farin Harbor, St. Tique Island, Misty Sea Island, ask him if he knows the specific situation."

At this point, Lumian raised his right hand and tapped it four times on his chest in the order of up, down, left and right, as Mr. K did, and whispered sympathetically, "Poor '007'."