Pong Pong!

Even through the glass window, Lumian could hear the sound of two young men's swords clashing outside.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Is there a real fight?

Although Trier has a prevalent style of duels, it is rare for this kind of thing to pick up a weapon and say that it will happen, there is really a contradiction, and if you want to duel on the spot, you will still go through the whole process - first decide whether to duel with cold weapons, or shoot each other with revolvers, then sign a contract, then find a witness who is recognized by both parties, and finally go to the front desk of a café or bar to borrow a gun and a sword, only such a duel is a legal duel, and will not be stopped and arrested by the police.

Fighting with a long sword at the slightest disagreement is either a precursor to a riot or a vendetta between gangsters, and real brawls rarely use such lethal cold weapons.

Santa Harbor, or the kingdom of Fenerport, is so bad at security? Lumian was amazed at this.

On his way from the Asuka to the Solo Hotel, he discovered that the people of Santa Harbor liked to wear swords and swords, which made him feel as if he had entered the environment described in the classics.

It's actually legal!

No one in a maritime colony like Port Farin openly carries these things, and they have to hide their daggers.

Of course, for him, this is actually a good thing.

He watched the two young men fight to the death through the window with great interest, and from time to time he mentally commented on their fighting skills.

Just then, a group of people trotted over from the other side of the street.

They were all women, wearing two-cornered cloth hats with white stripes on a black background, black undershirts and brown leather armor, a dark black cloak and two crossed straight swords behind their backs, and a brass-colored revolver pinned to the left and the right.

The woman at the head looked like she was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thick black hair, naturally curly, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and plump red lips, which was quite beautiful.

With a height of more than 1.7 meters, she took off a straight sword from her back and shouted something to the two men fighting in the street with a cold expression.

Lumian only understood the word "stop".

The two young men really stopped, they stood on the side of the street, and accepted the reprimand of the group of women, losing their momentum just now.

After a few minutes, they separated from each other with their swords, and were not captured.

Lumian took a sip of Toler's coffee, not too understanding of the situation.

The language barrier is still quite troublesome.

When Ludwig finished the food on the table under the premise of controlling the speed, Lugano returned with an inconspicuous face.

Lumian didn't rush to ask if he had found a black marketeer who could fake his identity, and said casually, "In Santa Harbor, it is legal to possess cold weapons?"

Lugano lowered the round-brimmed black dwarf hat on his head and said in a suppressed voice: "Yes, this is a local custom, and the government of the Kingdom of Fenerport respects this tradition, and it is also a good thing for them to have more people die in the province of Gaya."

"Why?" Lumien asked with interest.

Lugano half-hid his face with his hands, as if afraid of being followed.

Seeing this, Lumian threw the "lie" ear clip to him.

Lugano hurried to the bathroom, and changed back to his original appearance, of course, his facial features were a little more upright.

Only then did he relax and explain: "Have you ever heard of the 'Battle of the Oath'?"

Lumian, who had received a rigorous education from Aurore, replied reflexively: "The 'war of breaking oaths' that began in 738 of the Fifth Age? the 'war of breaking oaths' between the small and central and southern kingdoms of Lemburg, Marcy, and Segal from the north of the Kingdom of Fenerport, and the church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' and the 'Mother Earth' Church?"

Lugano was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

He just knew a rough idea, and the other party actually said the specific year and the final result.

After a few seconds, Lugano lowered his voice again: "In that 'battle of breaking the oath', the entire province of Gaya, especially the part near the Daliege Mountains, also wanted to go independent, but it didn't succeed."

"Later, in order to guard against the locals, it was clear that there were high-quality iron mines and coal mines in the south of the Daliege Mountains, but the Kingdom of Fenerport only established a smelter, no gun factory, and the troops stationed here did not have a single local, and the local soldiers were assigned to other places."

"There was once a widespread belief in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'?" Lumian couldn't help but glance at Ludwig, who was enjoying dessert after dinner.

One of the keys to the independence of Central and South African countries such as Lenburg, Marcy, and Segal is that the mainstream belief in their society is the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", rather than the "Mother Earth Goddess".

"I don't know." Lugano shook his head frankly.

He continued: "You should be very clear by now that the ancient province of Gaya was mainly composed of four kinds of people, one was the farmer, the second was the fishermen of Santa Port and other places, the third was the mountain people who survived on mining deposits and hunting, and the fourth was the herdsmen you were most familiar with, and the latter three were all fierce, like swords, and were not afraid of conflict."

Lumian nodded.

That's true.

Fishermen, mountain people, and herders are all poor, have to face the cruelty of nature, have to fight all kinds of dangers outside human settlements, and even have to guard against their ill-intentioned kind, and the sword is a necessity, not an ornament.

Lumian had been impressed by the herdsmen who had been in the field when they had spoken of the attacks of the wolves and the ferocity of the robbers.

Lugano gulped down the lemonade he had just ordered, and said with a sigh of relief: "One of the three major battle orders of Mother Earth Goddess is based in the province of Gaia, on the one hand, to guard against us in the north and Lembard in the northeast, and on the other hand, it also has the intention of spying on the locals.

"Hehe, in the province of Gaia, in Santa Port, it's not a strange thing to meet battle nuns, their temperament is not the same as other women......"

Lugano had a leisurely expression.

That team was the battle nuns who helped maintain law and order? It dawned on Lumien.

He laughed and teased Lugano: "That's a nun."

Lugano smiled ambiguously: "The nuns of the Mother Earth God Church do not keep their vows of chastity, but promise to have as many children as they are before the age of what year, if they fall in love with you, they will be very active, and sometimes, they will be semi-forced, and the young people here like to show their manly side and brave side in front of those nuns, maybe they will be favored by which one."

Commit to having how many children before what age...... That sounds a little weird...... Although this is very much in line with the teachings of the "Mother Earth Goddess", it always reminds me of another "Mother...... Local traditions, government connivance, doctrinal influences, and animalistic expressions during courtship have all forged the folk culture of fighting in the streets with cold weapons....... Lumian did not expect that there would be such a complex history behind such a trivial matter.

It's quite interesting to savor it.

At this moment, Lumian suddenly understood what Aurel once said: "If I enter university again without the pressure of life, then I will study history."

Call...... Lumian exhaled slowly and said to Lugano, "Have you gained anything?"

Lugano, who was still imagining the battle nun, was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses in time.

"You Indisians........" Lumien snorted.

Only then did Lugano figure out what the question was asking just now, and said with a sneer: "There is a harvest, and I have found a black market merchant who has a lot of ways and channels to help."

"Are you going to meet him? He is also a descendant of the Dalezh people. ”

"Yes." Lumian drank the rest of his coffee and stood up.

Trier, fourth level of the Catacombs.

Jana and Franka each held a burning white candle and looked at the ancient tomb with the "gate" open, not daring to go any further.

No one knows what's buried in there, if something terrible will come out.

If they are in the outside world, the two "witches" can also use divination methods to confirm the situation, but they are in the catacombs

It is almost impossible to establish a close enough connection with the normal spirit world, and the results can be imagined.

You must know that Lumian can't directly use the "Spirit Shuttle" to get in, but he can "teleport" internally.

After a moment's hesitation, Franka handed a mirror of her own to Janena, and then walked solemnly, relying on her spiritual hunch, and slowly approached the ancient tomb.

Once close enough, the dim candlelight in her hand shone in, revealing a pile of pale bones piled up in the entrance area.

Light greenish, blackened mold had grown on it.

Franka held the white candle in her hand and looked into the depths of the tomb.

It was full of bones, piled up in a mess, taking up every inch of the ground, and in the center was a sarcophagus, tilted, pouring out a mass of bones that were about to rot.

"Nothing dangerous." Franka hesitated.

Jaina then leaned in and handed back her stand-in mirror.

Franka looked at it again and said, "There's nothing of value."

Among the various burial goods, gems and other things have disappeared, which should have been lost in the original construction of the catacombs, and when these ancient tombs were opened, other things were either weathered and decayed, or they had been broken, and even the murals on the walls were only traced.

Jane Na looked at it for a while, and said uncertainly, "What about the place where these bones are crushed?"

"I'll see." Franka took a few more steps closer, letting the invisible "spider silk" spread through, wrapping around the pale bones in the doorway and helping them move around.

Suddenly, an irregular fragment of a mirror, as if painted with black paint, appeared in the firelight.

Jaanna and Franka were staring at each other.

That's, it's a lot like the Mirror World Fragment they got in Trilne in the Fourth Age!

"There was once a special 'Man in the Mirror' who died here?" Franka whispered to herself, "The shadow of Chrissmana is here to tell us about this?" But why did she attack us again?"

Jane Na was also puzzled, she thought for a moment and said, "Why did the special 'man in the mirror' die here?" Whose burial chamber belonged to it, or rather, which family belonged to it in ancient times?"

Franka stared for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "This may be what we need to investigate next."

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, the two put away the mirror fragment and carefully searched the entire tomb with the invisible spider silk of the "Witch of Pleasure", and found no items marked with the identity of the tomb owner.

"Hey, let's go back and figure it out." Franka sighed and said, "Now go get the antique tear bottle for that employer." ”