Located on the ground floor in the lobby of the Aurela Hotel.

Lugano was holding Ludwig eating a tortilla in one hand and his suitcase in the other, looking a little crampedly, from his birth to the present, from being an adventurer to following Lumien all the way south, he had never lived in a place with the suffix "hotel" rather than "hotel".

He had only read in newspapers and magazines that the most famous Champs Hotel in Trier cost a total of 21 million feldins to build, with 800 rooms and 65 function rooms, and the most ordinary rooms, in the most ordinary season, cost 12 ferguins a day, which brought a big impact to Lugano, which only spent 3.5 ferguin a week to live in a hotel at that time.

It was only with such cases from the bustling metropolis of Trier that Lugano finally mustered up the courage and cheekiness to go to Lumien to recommend himself.

He wants to accumulate wealth as soon as possible, buy potion materials, and be promoted to "Doctor"!

He's going to be a member of high society!

When he really became a "doctor", he realized how vast the transcendent world was, and he was just getting started.

The male receptionist, with slightly curly black hair and dark brown complexion, and a bit of shrewdness in his appearance, said to Lugano in fluent Intis: "Do you want a suite, or an ordinary room, do you want a coffin or an ordinary bed?"

Lugano tilted his head and looked at his employer.

Lumian played with a caramel-coloured Donbailan cigarette wrapped directly in a roasted tobacco leaf, brought it to his nose, sniffed it gently, and smelled a mixture of scents from the tobacco itself, the spices inside, and various herbs.

It's a little exciting, it's quite rich, and you can't help but want to smell it again.

"Suite, ordinary, closer to the ground." Lumian, who had experienced renting coffins as a means of transportation, had no idea of continuing to sleep on coffins.

It's not that he has a psychological shadow, it's that this thing will affect his perception of his surroundings, and if he is really attacked, it will also hinder the initial response.

Hearing his answer, Lugano quietly breathed a sigh of relief and conveyed his employer's request to the male receptionist.

"8 filkins a day, three days in advance." It was clearly a local indigenous male at the front desk who quoted the price.

When Lugano finished paying, the receptionist glanced at his colleagues and said flatteringly, "I'll send you down."

There were three mechanical lifts at the back of the hall, and Lumian and the others entered the middle door and pulled the brass handle to represent the third basement level.

The chains were tightened, the gears were engaged, and the sound of various metal parts starting to run was heard, and in the distance, it seemed as if a boiler was burning, and a white mist was spraying.

The mechanical elevator began to descend, and the native receptionist glanced at Ludwig, smiled, and said to Lumien, "Are you going to settle in Port Pelos?"

"If you need to find out about local grammar schools and rentals in different neighborhoods, you can come to me."

In his opinion, this kind of person who brings a seven- or eight-year-old child to the Southern Continent must have to move here, not to travel, after all, the child is still too young to do a dangerous long-distance trip.

Since you are moving here, you need to rent or buy a house, and you need to choose a good school, which is an opportunity to make money!

Hearing the word "school", Ludwig, who was gnawing on the cob, stopped chewing and seemed to feel that the food in his hand suddenly did not smell good.

Lumian couldn't guess the thoughts of the indigenous front desk, but he didn't mind, but appreciated the shrewdness of the other party.

He smiled and said, "Let's see, it's not sure if you want to stay in Port Pelos yet."

At this time, the mechanical lift stopped on the third basement floor.

Lumian walked into the room on the right, the stone fence and the cold valley aisle on the left, and said to the native receptionist, "Do you know the town of Tizamo?"

The native receptionist helped Lugano with his suitcase, bent his back slightly, and led the way in front of the side: "You know, many gentlemen like to go bush hunting in Tizamo on weekends."

"There are still many secret temples and mausoleums left by the former nobles in the jungle over there, if you go to play, don't go deep, the primitive tribes there are barbaric and murderous."

Lumian bowed his head slightly, without further questioning, and when he arrived at Suite 7 and entered the living room, he took out a silver coin of 1 Fergin and threw it to the native receptionist: "What's your name?"

The receptionist looked surprised: "You can call me Ron."

Lumien laughed: "I may often trouble you in the future, for example, what is the nearest and better bar called, and where is it?"

Ron touched the silver coin in his hand and smiled, "It's my pleasure to help you."

"You can go to the 'Cannibal Flower' bar, which is spoken in Indish, just down the street behind our hotel."

Lumian gave Lugano a few words and left the room with Ron, waiting for one of the mechanical lifts to come up.

When they entered, there was already a man standing inside.

The man was pale, his eyes were hollow, and he wore a pleated shirt and trousers.

Lumian glanced at him and said nothing.

With the tightening of the chain and the steady lifting, the mechanical lift returned to the ground.

When the hollow-eyed man stepped out of the door and distanced himself from the two of them, Ron leaned in close to Lumian and whispered, "I just wanted to remind you to pretend not to see the guest."

"Who is he?" Lumien asked casually.

Ron glanced left and right, and said in a suppressed voice, "He lives in the suite on the eighteenth basement floor, and is a servant of Mr. Ivelista."

"That gentleman's servants don't look right."

Of course it's not normal, it's a dead body that can walk........ Lumian sneered.

He had already gazed at the servant just now, and found that the fate of the other party was dark, belonging to the deceased.

Lumian was not at all shocked when this kind of thing happened in a country that once worshipped the "Grim Reaper".

He has seen the remnants of the "Blood Emperor", what is this kind of living corpse?

In the sweltering evening, Lumien skirted the man-made ravine where the Hotel Aurela was located, entered a street he couldn't pronounce, and found a bar with exaggerated piranha paintings.

He put on a golden straw hat and lit the Dongbailan cigarette he had bought in the hotel lobby and held it in his mouth.

Ahem, ahem!

Lumian quickly coughed, puffing out two puffs of white smoke from his nose.

He originally wanted to show that he was an experienced adventurer by smoking East Bailang cigarettes, but he didn't expect that East Bailang cigarettes would be so exciting, which made him a little unbearable when he had barely smoked before.

There are all kinds of cheap liquor in the village of Cordu, but there are no cigarettes to sell, and Lumian has only seen Pons. Bennet and Louis. Lund and a few others smoked.

After extinguishing the East Bailang cigarette and tossing it in the trash, Lumien entered the bar, expertly approached the bar, pulled over a barstool and sat down.

Feeling the residual smell of smoke in his mouth, he decided to drink something mild first, so he knocked on the top of the bar and said in Indish, "A glass of sugar wine, the ordinary kind."

"Ten Ricks." The bartender was a local man in a white shirt and black waistcoat, with a distinct accent in Intis.

Lumian paid and waited for the bartender to pour his drink, then naturally looked around and saw that no one was looking at him, and there were only a dozen wanted notices posted on the walls of the bar.

He thoughtfully took the amber sugar wine, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and asked the bartender with a smile, "Do you know who I am?"

The bartender glanced at him and said with a smile, "Every once in a while, a self-proclaimed adventurer asks me this question, but I'm sorry, I don't know you."

It seems that the great adventurer Louis. Berry's hunt for the "Devil Wizard" is mainly spread in the Misty Sea, and the subsequent fame is due to the fact that I have been operating in the sphere of influence of the "Mother Earth God" Church. Berry's reputation was not really loud, and not many people had heard of it in Sibelang...... In this way, "Hisoka" should not have known that I had arrived in the port of Pelos, unless he was squatting at the docks every day..... Lumian was not annoyed by the bartender's words, drinking sugar and wine, and thinking about the details.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the bartender smiled casually: "You just arrived in the Southern Continent, right?"

"Yes, the Raging Sea will come out in the morning." Lumian quickly entered the state of the old tavern regular, and told the story with a smile, "I met the ghost ship in the Fury Sea, saw the dried corpses on it, danced with them under the moon, repelled the attack of the devil, praised the mother of all things, you may never imagine how amazing and dangerous the Furious Sea is......"

The bartender wiped the inside of the glass and interrupted Lumian's words: "I know, that's where the 'Grim Reaper' disappeared after all."

"Where the Grim Reaper disappeared?" Lumian asked in amazement.

Although he had guessed that the danger of the Raging Sea and the anomaly of the weather came from the fall of the gods, he did not expect to get the answer so easily and so easily.

The bartender looked at Lumian with a "you're actually a rookie" expression and said, "Haven't you heard of the legend of the treasure of the sea?"

"The first in line is the 'key of death', saying that at the end of the Quaternary Age, the defeated 'Death' in the Pale War on the way back to Byron, in order to hinder the enemy, set off a violent storm, created an insurmountable obstacle, and completely cut off the north and south continents, but he did not return to his throne in the end, and disappeared from then on, only those with special keys can find him, find the treasure he left behind, and obtain his gifts."

The bartender's tone was somewhat complicated.

Lumian fell silent.

He had come to sea for revenge, and he had no interest in treasure legends, so he didn't expect to miss such important information.

It was then that he heard the heavy wooden door of the bar being pushed open.

The bar, which had been noisy and lively, suddenly became silent and extremely quiet.

Following the strange atmosphere, Lumian turned to the side and set his eyes on the door.