In the lively atmosphere, Lumian drank to his heart's content, and it was almost midnight that he and Batner left the bar and walked out into the street where the sea breeze had cooled.

"You don't really want to hunt the Black Lord, do you?" Butner asked hesitantly.

Louis. Isn't Berry's performance just now a repetition of last night's conspiracy, wanting to make "Black Lord" Klaas. Did Kiez come to him on his own?

"Or else?" Lumian turned his head sideways, and his smiling green eyes looked half drunk, "If he doesn't come to me, where will I go to find him?" Or, dive aboard the Kinnepos and deal with a boatload of them alone?"

yes...... Batner turned out to think that Louis. Berry has some point.

Once the "Black Lord" is ashore, he will inevitably disguise himself, it is not so easy to find, and if he is at sea, in his own ship, it is almost impossible for a single adventurer to hunt him, and the lion is also afraid of the wolves, not to mention the wolves, except for Klaas. Kizzy, and several bosses with supernatural abilities.

Every one of the leaders, Batner asked himself that he would not be weaker than himself.

After a few seconds, Butner realized that the point was not right, and blurted out, "Are you sure you can deal with the 'Black Lord', and the two or three helpers you may have?"

Lumian curled the corners of his mouth: "Every adventurer comes to sea to recreate Gelman. Sparrow's great work. ”

This is not the first time he has said this, but it has been in a joking tone before, but this time it made Batner listen calm and serious.

He wouldn't want to come really, would he?

Is he cunning and treacherous, or is he reckless and crazy?

At this moment, Butner overthrew his own remarks against Louis. Berry's cognition.

His actions are purposeful, they are all trapped, but his intentions and ideas are unrealistic, and most importantly, he himself knows that it is unrealistic, but he still calmly and persistently chooses to carry it out in order to realize his great dream.

How do you describe this person? Batner couldn't find the right language for a moment.

By this time, Lumien had gone to the stalls in the souk and had bought fried banana chips, scones, grilled meats, grilled oysters, grilled fish, grilled shrimp and cane sugar for 5 fergin.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Butner asked, stunned.

When they were drinking just now, they had some chips and fish and meatloaf and other things.

Lumian smiled and said, "Bring my godson a supper."

godson .... You have a godson at your age? Butner didn't understand the guy who spoke with a Savoyard accent too well.

Perhaps, that hill province is popular to find young people to be godfathers?

After Lumian picked up the brown paper bags, Butna sighed and said, "Your plan may not work, adventurers who like to brag are everywhere, and those people just now may not tell others what you preach as a joke, this is all too common."

Lumian smiled slightly, "No, they will spread quickly, and in a few days, the whole of Farin Port will know that there is such a new adventurer who has taken the commission and wants to hunt the 'Black Lord'."

"How is that possible? You can't control their mouths. Butner subconsciously retorted.

Suddenly, he froze: "You can't really control their thoughts, can you......."

Lumian sneered, raised his hand holding a few paper bags and touched his head: "Use your brain to think about it."

"They don't want to spread it, and some people help me spread it."

Batner suddenly realized: "You want to secretly ask a group of people to help you publicize this matter......

Speaking of this, he paused for a few seconds before saying: "You don't need to ask, that big businessman Fidel will help you achieve your goals after knowing your performance, he has enough resources, but what if he doesn't know....."

"I'll visit him tomorrow." Lumian responded calmly.

It's very thorough, it's very feasible, just like the chain, one ring after another....... the more Butner thinks about it, the more he feels that every detail of this plan has been taken into account, but the whole presents a crazy temperament.

After a while, he instinctively assessed, "If the 'Black Lord' is out of the Misty Sea, it may be a few months before he hears the news, and if he happens to be in Port Fallin, it may be two or three days before he knows."

With a population of just over 100,000 people, Farin Port is not necessarily as large as Trier alone—more people are found on the plantations of the island of São Tique and the volcanic mines of Andatna.

"Hopefully he's in Port Fallin." Lumian said with a look of a night stroll.

Butner fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Back on the Asuka, Lumien entered room 5 of the first class, looked at Ludwig, who was eating a reserved supper, and put the brown paper bags he was carrying on the table.

The aroma of fried food and barbecue fills the air.

Ludwig looked up in surprise, then buried his head and quickly ate the food that Lumian had brought back.

Lumian sat down in a nearby easy chair and shook it slightly.

Finally, Ludwig comfortably sighed: "You get tired of eating cheese, bread, cakes and biscuits for supper."

A person who can eat even live rats raw is not qualified to say this...... Lumian sneered and said with a smile: "This proves that I have not forgotten you, my godson."

"By the way, how long are you going to follow me like this? I have taken you out of the Church of Knowledge. ”

Ludwig thought about it seriously: "I can earn my own money to support myself, and now, now I am still a child!"

Also, if this guy doesn't have money to buy food, I'm afraid something terrible will happen...... Also, the Church of Knowledge will not allow Ludwig to leave me until I go to the Exiled City...... Lumian laughed at himself and said, "I, an unmarried and underage man, have been raising such a child like you for a long time."

"It doesn't have to be long...... Ludwig muttered quietly.

Meaning, will you be able to get back to the point where you can support yourself this year or next? Lumian pretended not to hear Ludwig's muttering, and pointed to the servant's room with his chin: "Is that guy safe?"

Ludwig, who acted as a little spy, asked suspiciously: "For the Intis, is it in the category of peace to go to the deck and in the bar to talk to women under the pretext of helping people see a doctor?"

"Belongs." Lumian sighed helplessly.

O you Intis.

The next afternoon, amid the rumors that the closure of the port might end tomorrow morning, Lumian got off the "Bird" and went straight to Correas Street in the Black Pearl District to visit the big businessman Fidel in advance. Grah.

He had received a letter from Franca last night from Jana's Charzo Rabbit, which described the bombing of Port Fallin in the same way as the information Philip had obtained, with a few more details: when the official Extraordinaire arrived at the scene, the "Devil Wizard" Bulman had fled;

The official Extraordinaire deals with the product of a failed experiment, an undead monster composed of numerous limbs and corpse pieces that can awaken all the dead in Farin Harbor;

Many of the patients in that hospital were killed by monsters.....

Lumian still met Fidel in his study. Guerra, a middle-aged man of mixed Intis and Fenerport, smoked a cigar and smiled, "Did you come by smell?" I just received the venom from the Painted Bearded Horned Lizard. ”

Just received? I'm afraid it's always been there, and I see that I'm trying hard to fish out the "Black Lord" and complete your commission, so I didn't say that I haven't got the goods yet...... Lumi smiled with some speculation: "This means that luck is favoring me, how much Feldin?"

"3800 Filkin, I don't make much." Fidel said sincerely.

Lumian didn't bargain, he just took out a stack of banknotes and counted 3,800 Filkin.

Seeing this, Fidel called in a waiter and gave him a few words.

A short time later, the waiter brought back a brown glass bottle.

"It can't be packed in a metal container, it will corrode and change the nature of the venom." Fidel asked the waiter to collect the money and deliver the goods, while he and Lumian kept a distance of about ten meters.

Lumian nodded slightly, glanced at the brown glass bottle, and slipped it into his pocket.

When the waiter went out, Fidel smiled again: "I heard that you repeated your performance the night before last night at the bar?"

The big businessman showed his well-informed side.

"Of course, a good strategy should be used more." Lumian acquiesced to the other man's words.

Fidel nodded: "I like a young man with a sharp spirit like you, I will help you spread your word, and strive to make Klaas in the shortest possible time. Kizzy heard. ”

"Hehe, the adventurers I commissioned before are too stable."

"No problem, I'm here today for this." After Lumian finished speaking, he turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned to the side, and said thoughtfully, "You say, will the 'Devil Wizard' Bulman hide from you?"

Fidel was stunned for a moment: "What are you talking about?"

"What does the Devil Wizard have to do with me here?"

"Nothing, just guess." Lumian smiled softly, "Correas Street is very close to the place where last night's explosion occurred, and you are very good to hide here. ”

Without waiting for Fidel to respond, he walked back and slowly left the building.

Fidel looked at his back and frowned slightly, as if wondering why he said that.

In the dead of night, the sound of the crashing waves echoed far away, and the "Flying Bird" shook gently.

Lumian lay on the large bed in room 5 of the first class, covered with a velvet quilt, his eyes closed, breathing long, and sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a dark cloud seemed to float outside the window, covering the red moon and stars in the sky.

The room with the curtains drawn suddenly became darker, and even if I just looked at my own hands, I could barely make out five fingers

In the shadows, something seemed to come alive.