Chapter 305 Mummified Ashes
The "magician" lady didn't say any more and asked again:
"Are you going back to the Breeze Ballroom now, or will you stay here until noon?"
Lumian had never left Intis, let alone come to the Southern Continent, and it happened that there was nothing wrong, so he nodded and said:
"I want to go shopping."
The "magician" lady nodded lightly and disappeared in front of him.
Almost at the same time, the biting cold wind passed through the crowd and blew on Lumian's body.
He couldn't help but tremble when he came from Summer Trier.
With the cold wind, the noise of the market just now was as distant as if it were a few hundred meters away, pouring into Lumian's ears, giving him a feeling of truly entering this world.
Thinking that the appearance and disappearance of the "magician" lady were not noticed by the people around her, Lumian quickly had a certain guess:
Quickly created a "spiritual wall", or pulled me into a non-independent alien space?
In the blink of an eye, Lumian saw the men and women passing by looking at himself wearing only thin shirts, black vests, and thin trousers in the cold season of the plateau.
"What are you looking at, haven't you ever seen someone pretend to be cool?" Lumian muttered, relying on the endurance of the "dervishes monk" and walked into the market as if nothing had happened.
The smell of fresh livestock manure, the rich sweet aroma of corn, and the smell of spiced roast meat wafted into his nose.
Lumian looked around and saw many stalls selling corn-based food, including pure boiled whole corn, roasted corn with red sauce, corn cut into pieces and put in thick soup, roasted corn wrapped in beef and mutton cubes, onions and potatoes wrapped in roasted corn, corn ground into powder and boiled into different pieces of meat, and corn spread out into coarse flatbread sprinkled with toppings......
After thinking for a moment, Lumian crossed the road that the market attendees had "given up" on their own and arrived at a stall.
The stall owner is a man in his thirties, with dark and red skin, a thin face, towering cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and long black hair, which is quite greasy.
He wore a black felt hat and a dark red robe made of a mixture of wool and other materials.
Lumian pointed to the yellow corn paste cooked in the iron cauldron and asked in Intis:
"How much?"
He had just observed that some of the people here understood the Intes language, and traded in various metal currencies, including Felkin.
The stall owner was frightened and replied with a little flattery in a less proficient Intesian language:
"5 copets and 1 cup."
1 rick, it's quite cheap...... Lumian glanced at the corn paste with many pieces of beef and mutton floating in it, and took out a brass-colored coin with the Hornachis Mountains pattern on the front.
The stall owner quietly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out a paper cup that did not match the style and technological level of the market, spooned a full cup, and even gave a few more pieces of meat.
After Lumian took it, he immediately felt a burst of warmth enter his body.
For someone who endures the biting cold wind, this is a very beautiful experience.
And the better experience is that the warm corn paste flows from the mouth into the esophagus, pours into the stomach, and transmits the warmth to every corner of the body.
It has a light and sweet base, mixed with a hint of spiciness and spiciness, just to neutralize the fishy smell of the beef and mutton pieces, allowing the beauty of the meat to fully bloom on the taste buds of the tongue, with a unique and appetizing texture.
In the reaction of the lady in the bright robe and skirt to dodge, and in the fearful and hateful gaze of the men driving the cattle and sheep, in the air that was much thinner than Tril, Lumian drank the corn paste in the cup while walking to the end of the market.
Not long after, he entered the "White City" of Lapus, saw the golden "Eternal Sun" church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" church carved with various industrial parts, saw the white-based buildings, saw shops selling cattle and sheep leather and various textiles, saw signs such as "Highland Import and Export Company" and "Laps Mining Federation", saw cars pulled by long-haired cows and medium-sized horses, and saw a large number of locals mainly wearing robes and a few outsiders in formal leather shoes.
Lumian picked up a shop called "Highland Secret Medicine" and turned inside as a tourist.
The owner of the shop is an Intes, in his forties, with typical black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt with floral embellishments, thick cashmere clothing, and a dark blue coat with golden raw edges.
Seeing Lumian, he greeted happily:
"Good morning, dear compatriots."
After saying that, he looked at Lumian's clothes and asked with concern:
"Have you met a robber?"
"I just arrived in Laps, and I had an accident on the way." Lumian replied with a smile in a Trier accent.
The boss who sold the secret medicine nodded with deep understanding:
"The South Continent is not as good as it is written in the newspaper, but it is indeed a paradise for adventurers.
"I went to Cybyron fifteen years ago, looking for opportunities in various cities in the southern continent, but it wasn't until I entered this 'White City' that my life changed for the better, and the steam was on it!"
He sighed while drawing a triangular emblem on his chest.
"Steam is on top!" Lumian returned the same courtesy.
The boss smiled more and more kindly:
"This brother, do you want some mummy powder? A real mummy!"
Lumian looked around the small store and said with a smile:
"Why don't you put the mummy in the window to prove the authenticity of the ashes?"
The boss smiled and said:
"This will provoke those savages.
"Although some of them buy mummy powder, the vast majority of people still cannot accept mummies as commodities."
Lumian said deliberately:
"When I left Trier, mummy powder was in short supply and the price was very high, didn't you think about transporting the mummy back to Trier to sell?"
"Maritime trade is too dangerous, if it goes through import and export companies, they will severely press my price, and they will also charge me a tax, you damn hyenas!" The boss glanced at Lumian and said tentatively, "If you are willing to take the corresponding risks, we can cooperate."
"How many mummies can you provide?" Lumian looked distrustful.
The boss smiled:
"It depends on how much you want, I have enough channels."
How much do I want? Have you dug up the family graveyard of a great nobleman in the Highland Kingdom? Or, just find some dead bodies or living people to make on the spot? Lumian chatted with the boss of "Highland Secret Medicine" for a while, and learned that the other party's name was "Salent. Empaia", excuses that he needed to think about it, and left the store.
After walking for a while, Lumian saw many locals flocking to a three-story white building with a spectacular shape and a serious temperament on the side of the road.
He followed curiously and found a number of Intis soldiers wearing black cocked hats, blue jackets with gold threads, white trousers, and black leather boots guarding the door.
Sure enough, Laps was a colonial city of Intis...... Lumian's gaze swept away, and his gaze fell on the golden words at the main entrance of the white building:
"Laps Court"
Lumian followed the crowd into a court hall, sat in a corner where there were no people, and listened to the trial of the case.
The trial was conducted by two Intis soldiers who were accused of intercepting a newlywed couple in the suburbs on the night of more than a month ago, brutally killing their husbands and taking turns raping their wives.
The latter was lucky to survive, and with many witnesses and sufficient evidence, the whole case seemed very clear.
The judge, who was in court for the third time to try the two criminals, made a final verdict after a long period of consideration:
If convicted, they will be immediately expelled from the highlands, and when they return to Intis, they will be further punished by a military court.
Such a ruling caused a lot of discontent, and the locals who heard the trial stood up and protested loudly, but the judge did not compromise and allowed the prepared bailiffs and soldiers to forcibly drive them out of the courthouse.
Lumi, who was sitting in the corner, quietly looked at the faces that were both excited, angry, painful and resentful, until they were all forced to leave, and then slowly got up and walked out of the courthouse.
As he passed by the square outside the Church of the Eternal Sun, he met several clergy dressed in white robes with gold thread.
They kept enough distance from the people around them, whispering as they walked towards the church.
Lumian tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the words of the clergy relying on the "hunter's" ear.
Because the distance was so far, he could only barely distinguish two phrases:
"The power of the night...... Invade here......"
What does it mean? The "Goddess of the Night" Church of the Kingdom of Rune has reached into the Star Plateau? Lumian pondered for a while and continued to wander around.
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At 12:30 p.m. Trier time, Lumian was taken back to the Breeze Ballroom by Ms. "The Magician" and appeared in his bedroom.
He sat down at the wooden table and began to sort out Mr. Poet's interpretation of the symbolic elements of the dream.
In the midst of the busyness, he heard familiar footsteps and unceremoniously knocking on the door.
Putting down the pen in his hand, Lumian stood up and looked at the door:
"Come in."
The person who opened the door was Franka, and as usual, she wore a women's shirt, beige breeches and red boots, but the difference was that there was an extra light-colored pleated skirt around the waist.
"It's strange." Lumian said frankly.
Franka sighed with joy and melancholy:
"I'm not used to wearing skirts yet, so let's make do with it first.
"This is to welcome 'joy'."
"Joy?" Lumian doesn't quite understand why this term appears here.
Franka closed the door with her backhand and said with a complicated expression:
"Because you have already joined the 'Iron Blood Cross', my mission has been initially completed.
"And since the mission has been initially completed, there must be a reward, and the next sequence of 'Witch' is 'Witch of Joy'.
"Well, plus what I collected before, I already have all the main materials and most of the auxiliary materials, only the real mummy ashes are missing, I came to you to ask you to help me pay attention to it at your occult party, tmd, the mummy ashes sold in those stores are not real!"
(End of this chapter)