Holding Juan. The young man on the other side of Oro raised his head and looked at Lumien, who was sitting next to the coachman, with one leg drooping and the other bent up, leaning forward slightly, his eyes burning with undisguised anger.

The coachman was startled and frantically tried to distance himself from Lumien, but with the horses in front of him and Lugano on his left, he could not dodge in a hurry.

Lugano swallowed hard, complaining that his employer was too aggressive.

This is a parody of Gelman. Sparrow?

But the employer didn't show so crazy before, but it seemed very smart!

Juan. Oro, an old man with mottled black hair, didn't seem to notice the muzzle of the gun in front of his forehead, turned his head sideways, let go of the revolver, and continued to walk forward.

When Lumian saw this scene, he pulled the trigger directly without blinking his eyes.

Bang!

A yellow bullet shot from inside the revolver and headed straight for Juan. Oro's head went sideways.

A palm blocked there at some point, and the bullet instantly stalled, from fast to slow, and landed in the palm of the palm with a rotating attitude, and was held by it, as if falling into a thick swamp.

The broad bronze palm belonged to Juan. The young man of Oro, he stared at Lumian, curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, and then roared angrily: "Are you crazy?"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes were already reflected in the red and almost white fireballs, which covered and exploded at a distance of less than a meter.

Almost at the same time, Lumian felt himself pulled out of this world, no longer a carriage beneath him, no more earth in his eyes, an endless darkness suspended in nothingness.

The red and almost white fireballs were guided by an invisible force and fell down rapidly, deviating from the original direction

Thundered!

They stacked on top of each other and hit the side of the road dozens of meters away, blasting deep and large potholes.

Frightened, the horses raised their front hooves in unison and neighed in fear, and the coachman instinctively pulled the reins in an effort to control the animals' reactions.

Lumian's "hallucinations" also disappeared with the explosion, and his eyes re-reflected Juan. Oro and the young man's figure.

Juan with deep wrinkles on his face. Ao Luo's beard was open, he raised the black cane in his hand, and scolded in a low voice: "Have you made enough trouble?"

Lumian smiled and raised the revolver in his right hand again, aiming again at the leader of the Fishermen's Guild.

At this moment, there was a sound of Ruvio in the rear compartment. Paco's voice: "Let them come."

This is in the Intian language.

Lumian lowered his arms and smiled in Intis, "My employer has allowed you to pass."

He didn't understand Juan at all. Oro and the young man's previous highland appearances.

Juan. Oro looked at him for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze, and walked around the side of the carriage with his cane, while the young man who was supporting him kept glaring at Lumian, but did not know what to scold, because the other party did not understand at all.

Juan. Uroro looked at the car window and asked in a calm voice, "Marta, I heard that you are sick?" 3

"Yes." The old lady replied weakly through the glass.

Juan. Oro nodded: "Has the Governor allowed you to seek treatment, do you need my help to plead?"

"It's allowed." Ruvio replied in the place of his mother.

"That's good." Juan. Aoro bowed his head slightly, not asking any more questions.

He then turned to his side, leaned on his crutches, and walked slowly towards the building where the Governor of the Sea was located.

The young man holding him gave Lumian a hateful look, and returned his attention to the old man.

Lumian relocated to his original sitting position as if nothing had happened, and he said to Lugano, "The carriage can go on."

Lugano suddenly came to his senses, and as if he had just come to his senses, he quickly ordered the coachman, who was also frightened, to soothe the horses and leave the village of Milo as soon as possible.

Nothing happened, and they made it back to 21 Santa Lana Street.

Lumian retrieved Ludwig, who still had a little oil on his mouth, from Giorgia, and smiled at Ruvio. Paco said, "Remember your promise."

"Otherwise........"

He smiled, not saying anything else.

"Don't worry." Ruvio replied in Intij.

Eyes Louie. After Berry and his godson and translator left, Giorgia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her husband and said, "I've never seen such a good child, he must be abnormal!" 62

"Otherwise, Louie. Berry wouldn't have been so comfortable keeping him in our house. Ruvio wasn't the slightest bit surprised.

Aquinas Street, Solo Inn.

Lugano closed the door and asked Lumien:

"You, why are you so aggressive? That's the president of the Santa Port Fishermen's Guild, a well-known big man, and besides, it's the village of Milo!"

He believed that his employer must have a hidden purpose.

Lumian glanced at his guide and smiled, "Otherwise? Don't you take advantage of the fact that in public, the two sides are unlikely to develop into a chance to fight to the death, test them, feel their strength, and wait until the dead of night when everyone doesn't care about the authority of the 'Mother Earth God' church and the Fenerport government? That's dangerous. ”

I'm really going to try it out Juan. Oro has divine power on his side, so he has to hurry up and summon helpers!

"yes......." Lugano realized.

Sure enough, the madness shown by the employer is all a disguise, and every time he is radical has a hidden purpose!

However, did he come to Santa Harbor to do something at the sea prayer ceremony, or else, why did he always target the people of the Fisheries Guild?

That would be dangerous!

Should I resign early and pay the final payment?

Lumian looked at the silent interpreter, smiled and walked to the easy chair in the living room, and lay down relaxed.

What he told Lugano was only one of the purposes of those previous actions, the most superficial purpose.

And the most important purpose is that he wants to send a message with the help of those radical acts: he is here to investigate the sea prayer ceremony, he is not afraid of the Fisheries Guild and those people in Milo Village, he has the corresponding strength and enough courage!

Whether it is forcibly breaking into the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea" or pointing a gun at Juan. Oro's head, shot carelessly, was all to show this information.

He believed that there must be people in Santa Harbor who were not very satisfied with the Fisheries Guild and those who did not like the sea prayer ceremony, after all, the main beneficiaries were fishermen, maritime merchants and related trades, and they were not equal to all of Santa Harbor.

For example, although the "Mother Earth Goddess" Church and the Santa Harbor government were inconvenient to deal with this aspect of the problem for some reasons, allowing the Fisheries Guild to be autonomous, and even not allowing outsiders to participate in the corresponding affairs, if there is a person who shows a strong tendency to investigate regardless of the cost and is not afraid of the consequences, will they be tempted, will they acquiesce or even secretly support this person to do something, so as to make profits?

In the same way, the beneficiary groups will not be monolithic, some are powerful, some are frustrated, some are high, and some are jealous, they may not want to pray for the sea ceremony to withdraw from the stage of history, but most of them want to see those who are in power unlucky, vacate their places, and sit for themselves.

In this way, Lumian, who has set up the banner of investigating the prayer ceremony and being decisive and tough, and has outstanding strength, does not need to run around on his own, bother to ask, distinguish traces, and sit at home to receive all kinds of information transmitted by overt or covert, and compare them with each other to distinguish the true from the false.

For an outsider with limited time, this is the quickest and most effective way to figure out the whole process of the prayer ceremony and the truth about last year's accident.

For the core members of "April Fool's Day" who lurked in the shadows and may have dug traps, this is also the reason why they noticed the adventurer Louis. Berry, thus generating suspicion of a reasonable strategy.

When the time comes, combined with the information obtained and the traces found, Lumian will have the hope of finding them out through the trap of the target.

Of course, the biggest problem with this plan is that it is more dangerous, after all, it will put itself in the center of everyone's attention, but how can there be hunting without taking risks? Moreover, Lumien has a lot of helpers.

In the blink of an eye, Lumian found that after becoming a "conspirator", he had a clearer grasp of the situation and the contradictions between various groups, and at this time, with the help of the term that Aurel liked to use, he had a deeper understanding of the conspiracy: "The most clever conspiracy is the Yang conspiracy!"

This is also one of the key points of his future role.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian saw his messenger, Bayinfer the "Confessor," come out of the void and hand him a letter.

He asked a little confused, "Who's?"

It's time to communicate, haven't we all communicated before?

"It's a tall witch." Bayinfell replied.

What's wrong with Franca? Lumian took the letter and began to read it.

"The man she and Jane met on the fourth floor of the catacombs is suspected to be from the world where the 'Celestial Master' is located, the world before she crossed over?" Lumien's pupils dilated slightly.

And this doesn't seem to be the same as the members of the Curly Baboon Research Association, they are soul crossing, and this is directly brought over the body!

Surprised, Lumian keenly grasped the question: "Why would such a person go to the fourth level of the catacombs?"

"Is it because it seals the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring', the overflowing waters of the River Styx, which runs through the two worlds?"

"Have there been similar people who have come to our world before? If so, why didn't they leave a mark like Russell the Great and other time-travelers?

"There seems to be too much of a coincidence in Franka and Jana's trip to the fourth level of the catacombs...... Not only did he discover a new 'Fragment of the World in the Mirror', but he also met a ......."

After writing back to Franca, Lumian was about to ask Lugano to translate today's newspaper when he heard footsteps in the hallway.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled over a reclining chair, and sat down facing the door.

Knock knock, a few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of their suite.

"Who?" Lugano asked.

A mature and soft voice came from outside the door: "I, Noelia of the Order of Abundance."

Hearing the name, Lumian leaned back slightly and smiled.

He felt like his "conspirator" potion had digested a little more.