Thermipolos fell silent and did not speak again.
Lumian continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and tell the general situation of the Church of the Fools.
He thus learned that there was a continent in this world called the "Abandoned Land of the Gods", which was cursed and banished by the gods.
The gods abandoned that continent, but Mr. "Fool" did not, and he sent the "angel of salvation" Gelman. Sparrow leads the surviving humans in the lost city-states out of the "abandoned land" and rebuilds their homes on the islands in the sea.
So, the current headquarters of the Church of the Fools is in New Silver City in the Sunia Sea.
The other two holy sites are also located in that sea, namely Crescent City and Bayam, the capital of the Rothsid Islands.
After listening with relish, Lumian gained a preliminary understanding of the "Fool" Church.
After the sermon, the bishop and several priests began to distribute the sacrament.
It was a glass of transparent and colorless liquid and a giant shell covered in charred marks.
Lumian picked up the glass first, took a sip, and felt that the liquid inside tasted slightly sweet, very similar to dairy products, but more fragrant.
Immediately afterwards, he used a wooden spoon to scoop up the food contained in the giant shell.
As soon as he put the food in his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression:
It's meat!
This is too extravagant, isn't it?
The sacrament of the "Eternal Sun" Church cannot do this, just red wine and unleavened bread.
Lumian chewed the food in his mouth with great interest, feeling that it was not only delicious, but also had the texture of meat and the sweetness and sourness of fruits, and even exuded a strange aroma, which was completely different from the various dishes common in Trier.
As he ate, he listened to the bishop explain the origin of the sacrament:
That was the "angel of salvation" Gelman. Sparrow also walked on the earth's favorite food, and he was the Lord's trumpet, preaching the Lord's oracle.
The liquid is called "Tejana", and the name comes from a giant fruit specialty of the Rothschild Islands, which is extracted from its pulp.
The shell of the Teyana fruit, which has lost most of its pulp, is stuffed with mashed lamb and fish, and finally baked into the sacrament "Teyatiwa".
Of course, it is impossible for the "Fool" Church to transport that giant fruit from the Rothschild Islands to Trier in order to distribute the sacrament, which must cross three oceans, and no matter how green the fruit is, it will ripen until it rots, wasting money and resources.
With the help of a botanist, the Church of the Fools has bred a modified Teyana tree that can grow and bear fruit in the southern part of Intis, with a stronger milky flavor.
"Very sea-style food...... If it weren't for Mr. Fool's church, he wouldn't have been able to go out to preach and preach, otherwise I don't know how many people would convert with such a sacrament...... That's not good, too many people believe that Mr. 'Fool' will make the cost of communion astronomical ......" After worrying about the "Fool" church for a few seconds, Lumian, who had not yet had dinner, ate "Teyativa" and finally gulped down Teyana juice.
"Praise the fool!" Lumian got up and bowed unusually sincerely, slowly left the church illuminated by candlelight, and walked into the night outside.
Under the light of the gas street lamps, Lumian, dressed in a linen shirt and black vest, rolled up his sleeves, walked along the harbor area to the other side of the pier, intending to take a public carriage to the boulevard area.
At this time, Laverny was much quieter, with only groups of sailors occasionally passing by, singing or shouting.
Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away, and someone screamed.
While the screams echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed.
He turned sideways and got out of the way, looking like I was just a pedestrian who had nothing to do with him.
However, if the other party is disgusting or has indeed done something bad, and is being chased by the sufferer, Lumian doesn't mind stretching out his right foot and tripping him, for nothing else, mainly wanting to watch the fun.
In a few breaths, the figure had already run to the edge of the streetlight, and Lumian's eyebrows moved.
It's fast!
Not like ordinary humans!
In the next second, with the help of the light of the gas street lamp, he saw the specific appearance of the figure clearly:
That's not a person, it's a monster!
It only had a wrinkled head like a human, wearing a torn linen shirt and brown trousers, and the surface of its body was covered with dark green scales, its feet were not wearing shoes, and there was a thin and tough film between its fingers, flowing from slippery dark green mucus, and its palms and mouth were covered in blood.
Lumian, who had seen many monsters in the ruins of Kordu Village, did not panic, but frowned slightly:
This is much like the fish-man mentioned in the occult magazine, with dark green scales that seem to have strong defensive capabilities......
Lumian's thoughts flashed, and the monster also saw him retreating to the side of the road, his obviously bulging eyes becoming more and more violent and crazy.
It suddenly turned sideways and pounced on Lumian.
Lumian arched his body in an instant, did not retreat but advanced, and grabbed the monster suspected of being a fishman with a stride.
Bang!
His right hand, which was clenched into a fist, carried a little spark and hit the target in the abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, he shortened his body and drilled through the armpits of the monster covered in dark green scales and flowing disgusting liquid, avoiding the opponent's counterattack and successfully changing positions to come behind the attacker.
Lumian turned around quickly, raised his arms, and slammed his fists on the back of the suspected fish-man monster alternately, hammering it to the ground.
The clattering sound echoed, and Lumian put away his hands, stopped attacking, and quietly looked at the body that was still struggling, creating many corrosion marks on the ground.
A dull and "faint" explosion sounded, and several crimson sparks erupted from the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the monster suspected of being a fishman.
After a few twitches all over its body, it completely lost its movement.
Lumian retracted his gaze, turned his gaze to several figures chasing after him, and casually waved his hands to relieve the corrosive pain caused by the dark green liquid.
He was slightly injured, after all, it was a continuous heavy bombardment just now, and the time each time he came into contact with the opponent's dark green scales and viscous liquid was very short.
Soon, the figures arrived at the gas street lamp pole.
They all dressed up as sailors, led by a mixed-race South Continent man with pigtails and brown-red skin.
He was in his thirties, his lips were thick, and his eyes first swept over the fish-man monster lying silently on the ground, and then looked at Lumian in shock, suspicion, and fear.
After a few seconds of silence, the braided sailor said in a deep voice with vigilant eyes:
"This is the fishman we caught at sea, and he was injured by it and escaped."
It was indeed a fishman...... Did you really catch it? Why not just turn it into various materials and transport them to Trier, and you have to risk them alive? Lumian muttered a few words silently, and asked with a smile:
"Are you going to apologize for it and give me mental damage to soothe my frightened heart?"
The leading sailor and his companion looked at each other, unable to grasp the true thoughts of the young man in front of him.
At this moment, there was a neat running sound in the distance, mixed with the movement of gun friction and collision.
It was the patrol soldiers who heard the screams and rushed over.
The sailor with many pigtails tightened his heart, and while subconsciously snatching the monster's body, he observed Lumian's reaction, planning that the other party would show a dissatisfied look and stop trying.
At the same time, he kept saying:
"No problem, we have no problem."
What he meant was that we would pay for mental damages.
Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the extraordinary characteristics of the fishmen, but the monster was too weak for him to take the risk of discussing the distribution plan with these guys.
It is not worthy of the Shadow Branch at all!
If this group of guys who do things roughly and ignore traces are lucky enough to get rid of the official tracking and can still meet them again, they can just charge some mental damage fees.
Lumian watched the group of sailors carry away the Murloc monster, and he strolled forward, just like before.
Not long after, several of the patrol soldiers caught up with him, examined his condition, and asked him if he had encountered anything unusual.
Lumian pointed in the direction where the group of sailors had left with unusually honesty:
"I heard screams and saw a group of people running in that direction, dressed like sailor's clothes."
The non-commissioned officer who led the patrol nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"No thanks, this is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian responded with a smile.
Soon, the rest of the soldiers found corrosion marks and multiple scales on the ground, drops of viscous liquid that had not yet completely evaporated, followed them, and chased them into the dock.
Lumian "tsk" and continued to walk towards the public station.
Snapping, he heard a burst of applause that was not very enthusiastic.
Lumian turned his head nervously and saw a person sitting on the cargo box piled up not far away.
The man had yellow eyebrows, hair of the same color, dark blue but bright eyes, wearing a linen shirt and brown shoulders, and a pair of black leather boots hanging from the dark brown trousers.
Lumi was shocked and recognized the identity of the other party:
"Flame" Daniz, a great pirate second only to several pirate kings!
Lumian immediately calmed down, because the other party had another identity:
He is no longer a pirate, but now he is the messenger of Mr. "Fool"!
As the holder of the Minor Arcana card, Lumian believes that as long as he reveals his identity, the other party will definitely not embarrass him.
"Flame" Daniz looked at Lumian for a few seconds and easily jumped from the top of the pile of wooden boxes to the ground.
He laughed twice and said leisurely:
"You can choose the most effective, targeted, and most likely to quickly solve the prey in a very short period of time, perfectly avoiding the enemy's scale-strengthened body surface defense.
"How about it, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?"
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