Lumian watched Noelia's back disappear into the hallway, wondering if he should add a mantra, "You Fenerporters." ”

However, Noelia's kindness also reminded him that investigating the prayer ceremony is definitely not an easy matter, and the risks contained in it must be taken seriously by the "Mother Earth Goddess" church.

But for Lumian, many dangers can be avoided and will not be actively touched.

Because his real purpose is not to investigate the truth of the prayer ceremony, to end the influence of this folklore on Santa Harbor, and no longer let many humans here wander on the verge of becoming monsters, all he wants to do is to find out the details of the "April Fool's Day" prank, so as to track down the "Salted Egg Superman" and "Bard", and kill them one by one.

Hiding one's true purpose is one of the rules for Lumian to play the "conspirator"!

This allows others to misjudge his choices and make wrong responses at critical moments.

After closing the door, Lumian took his golden straw hat, sat down in an easy chair, smiled in the direction of the corridor, and said to himself silently with interest: "Who will be the next to provide information?"

"Obviously dislike the 'Handmaidens of the Sea' and hate this aspect of Ruvio. Paco, or the families who have lost their position as members of the Fisheries Guild for many years?"

Under the bright sunlight outside the window, Lumian took advantage of the fact that he was proficient in the highland language, and quickly flipped through the textbooks he bought, hoping to remember more and master a little more relevant knowledge, and he couldn't wait for the effect of the spell to end, but his mind left no traces.

About an hour later, he heard unfamiliar footsteps coming from the hallway.

There was another knock on his door.

"Who?" Lumien asked in very simple highland words.

"The book you bought has been delivered." The answer was the innkeeper Otta. Guillaume, he speaks Intius.

The book I bought? When did I buy a book? Lumien stood up thoughtfully, opened the door, and took from the old man's hand a book in a cheaper but rather brightly colored book.

The title of the book is "A Trip to the Ring of Fenerport".

Lumien pretended not to understand the title of the book written in the Altitude language, and laughed at himself: "I have to wait for my translator to come back and tell me, purely by looking up the dictionary, I may not be able to finish it by the time I leave Fenerport."

Old Otta expressed understanding: "When I first came to Santa Port, seven or eight guys shared a dictionary of Intis and Altitude translations, and no one dared to go out alone, but after staying for a while, I kept forcing myself to communicate with the locals, and I was gradually able to communicate simply, to be honest, Altitus and Indish are actually very similar."

Lumian chatted with Old Otta for a few words, took the book of Travels Around Fenerport, turned back to his room, and sat back in his easy chair.

He quickly turned the book so that the side that could be turned was facing down, and he pinched his spine and shook it.

A piece of white paper, folded in half, fell out of it.

Lumian reached out to catch it, flicked his wrist, and unfolded the blank piece of paper.

It is written in the Intisian language: "The Handmaidens of the Sea are likewise not allowed to leave Santa Port and marry strangers, but for so many years, there have always been exceptions."

"The women of Fenerport like romance before marriage, chasing love, and Santa Harbor is no exception, in the past thousand years, there have been many 'maids of the sea' in order to stick to their love or freedom, choose to flee, among them, there are thirty or forty successful, the most recent one happened more than twenty years ago, the 'maid of the sea' married the Intis people, gave birth to a child, it is not known whether she is still alive, because the fishery guild has been chasing her.

"Her child's name is Norfi, you should know her, she's back in Santa Harbor."

Norfi? Batner. Contain's lover? She turned out to be the child of the "Handmaiden of the Sea", and took her "companion" back to Santa Harbor to see the sea prayer ceremony....... when Lumien was on the "Asuka", she occasionally felt that Norfi had something on her mind, but she never thought that she would have such a close connection with the sea prayer ceremony.

This made him suspect the real purpose of Nolfi's return to Santa Porto, and Batna. That guy might fall into an unspeakable nightmare for an affair.

Lumian shifted his gaze and read the last paragraph: "Outside of this sea and Santa Harbor, the magic of the Sea Prayer Ritual will be significantly weakened, and the Fishing Guild can often only solve the problem by hiring adventurers, bounty hunters, and professional assassins for targets in other regions."

Does this sentence tell me that despite the trouble, despite the investigation of the prayer ceremony, as long as you can escape from Santa Harbor and stay away from this sea area, the members of the Fisheries Guild will have nothing to do with you? Lumian didn't know who had passed on the piece of paper and the corresponding information in his hand, after all, he hadn't seen the handwriting of a few people in Santa Harbor, but he clearly felt the eagerness and anticipation of the other party.

A crimson flame erupted, igniting the white paper with large words written on it, and Lumian lay down, drinking the most famous manzan of the kingdom of Fenerport, a white wine from a specific region without adding water, while idly flopping through the book "Travels around Fenerport" written in the highland language.

The author of the book praised the various staple foods of the kingdom of Fenerport, as well as beef, mutton and pork, but dismissed the tobacco in this area, believing that it was no different from smoking chili peppers.

After a while, Lugano returned to the suite with Ludwig in his hand, holding a pile of street food such as grilled baby octopus, roasted lamb kidney, fried small fish, fried potatoes, quiches, roast pork rolls, etc.

Lumien had already put down the book "Travels around Fenerport", got up and said to Lugano: "Don't forget to change your appearance tomorrow to get our new identification, and also, ask Butner about it in the past two days. Where is Kong Tai, I want to find him for a drink. ”

"Okay, okay." Lugano didn't understand why his employer suddenly wanted to find the well-dressed adventurer, but he believed that it was definitely not as simple as drinking.

After explaining the matter, Lumian took the sun straw hat and said casually as he walked to the door: "I'll go out for a walk and come back before dinner."

"You, do you need a translator?" Lugano asked instinctively.

Lumian smiled: "Just take a turn and figure out the surrounding terrain, you don't need to communicate with people."

"Don't worry, I won't get lost."

Lugano let out an "um" and didn't ask any more questions.

He believes that with his employer's level of body language, there is nothing wrong with simply communicating with people.

Out of the Solo Hotel, Lumian walked down the street as if he were walking.

He took the initiative to create opportunities for those who tried to contact him, and he also wanted to see if the people from the Fisheries Guild would take the opportunity to attack him.

Solo Inn, in a suite on the fifth floor.

Ludwig drank the slightly fermented grape juice, jumped out of his chair, and staggered to the bathroom.

Lugano continued to slump on the couch, not wanting to move.

After nearly two hours of shopping with his children, he felt the need to take a break and ask Batner about the bars and other places in the evening. Conté's whereabouts and the insightful and enthusiastic Lady Fenerport nourished her spirits.

Ludwig entered the bathroom, lifted the lid of the flush toilet, and half-closed his eyes.

As he urinated earnestly, a thin black shadow crept out of the shadows in the corner.

The main body of the shadow was a finger-thick worm with long bristles on its surface, like some kind of moldy food.

Its bristles fluttered, stretching out like tentacles, trying to grasp everything it touched.

With a twist, the shadow leapt silently behind Ludwig, and it jerked to its feet, its head burrowing into the other's cervical vertebrae.

Just then, it saw the little boy's brown eyes.

It froze there, keeping the posture of a snake raising its upper body.

Ludwig had finished urinating at some point, and half-turned.

He reached out with his right palm and grabbed the shadow.

The shadow did not resist.

In the next second, Ludwig, a little boy with a baby fat face, stuffed a black shadow into his mouth.

With the obvious sound of chewing, the lower half of the black shadow's body twitched upwards one by one, adding the blurred flesh in front of it.

With just two blinks of his eyes, Ludwig ate the shadow like Fennepot's pasta.

He licked his lips, a look like he wanted to have another copy.

Outside Aquinas Street, inside the café that likes to put a bouquet of flowers on every table.

Along the way, Lumien encountered two street fights and bought a bunch of grilled octopus that is a specialty of Santa Port, but no one sneaked up on him, stuffed him with something, or whispered a few words to him, and there was no attack from the shadows.

Looking at the still bright sky and the brilliant sun, he chose a corner and most hidden place in the café, ordered a cup of Tolerle coffee with milk, and patiently tasted the bitterness in the rich aroma.

As the minutes ticked by, a woman in a bright dress with a blue veil obscuring her face suddenly sat down across from Lumian as she passed by.

She glanced left and right a few times, and quickly lifted the blue tulle that hung from the brim of her hat.

She's not her, it's him.

This is a man dressed in women's clothes, with sparse facial features, gray and blue eyes, and an irrepressible tension in his expression.

Lumien's pupils dilated instantly.

He knew this woman man.

He is the current "Governor of the Sea"!

It was the "Governor of the Sea" who was prostrated by Marta in that church-like building and was served by many maids!

He's coming for me? He's the one who came to me? Lumian was both surprised and inexplicably thought it was reasonable.

See the great adventurer Louie. Berry recognized himself, and the "Governor of the Sea" lowered the blue veil and allowed it to cover his face again.

Immediately afterward, he suppressed his voice, full of longing and worry, and said in the plateau language: "Help me! Help me!"