Chapter 521 Merchant's Commission
16 Correas Street.
Lumian stood not far from the door, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and looked at Fidel sitting behind the desk. Guerra smiled rudely:
"You make decisions faster than I think."
Fidel, who had some characteristics of the Fenneports, glanced sideways at Roddy and sighed softly:
"I didn't expect my waiter to turn out to be the leader of a fraud gang."
"Maybe the salary you gave him didn't match the life he saw every day, which made him go to the abyss step by step." Lumian habitually retorted.
Fidel didn't mention this matter again, looked at Lumian for a few seconds and said:
"Your performance in the bar is just to fool this fool?"
"Thank you to them for contributing nearly 1,000 Felkin to me, it seems that the profession of fraud is quite promising in Port Faring." Lumian was not ashamed of his robbery at all.
This made Roddy extremely remorseful, as if countless insects were gnawing at his heart.
Fidel nodded and said:
"What are you looking for me to buy?"
"A bottle of the venom of the colorful horned lizard." Lumian put on a nonchalant attitude, as if he was testing the waters with such a deal.
Isn't it the brain of a lion? Luo Di, who was listening, was stunned for a moment.
For a moment, he deeply doubted whether he was a fraudster or the man opposite.
Fidel, who was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, thought for a while:
"I don't have it now, but I can help you get it, it may take two or three days.
"I don't know the specific price, it depends on the seller, according to my experience, it ranges from 3,000 to 4,000 Fairkin, how about it, do you need me to help you collect it?"
"No problem." Lumian spread his arms slightly and said, "Praise the sun, you are such a kind person."
Fidel frowned slightly, suspecting that the other party was mocking him.
He responded with an unchanged expression:
"I'm not a good Samaritan, I'm just a businessman, why don't you make a profitable deal?
"Moreover, I like to deal with you adventurers, there are some things that I can't do inconveniently, I can only give money and resources, but you can do it."
Speaking of this, Fidel asked with a smile:
"Aren't you worried that what I sold you is a fake, do you have a way to determine the authenticity on the spot?"
Lumian smiled:
"I know you live here, and that's enough.
"It's not decent news that the big businessman Fidel was shot six times in a row because of a transaction of thousands of Felkin coins."
He didn't say whether he could determine the authenticity of the bearded horned lizard venom on the spot.
Fidel stared at Lumian for a few seconds without any change in expression, and suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth and said:
"I don't know how long it has been since anyone has threatened me to my face like this.
"Do you want to know what happened to those people later?"
"Do you want to know if I dare to do it now?" Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly, and although his smile did not diminish, it made the atmosphere of the entire study freeze.
He looked at Fidel without the slightest concession.
After a while, Fidel sighed angrily:
"Your style is very much like a person, the legendary man, the great adventurer Gelman. Sparrow."
"Yes, I'm imitating him." Lumian admitted frankly.
Fidel laughed:
"Imitating his madness? In other words, you are actually a calm, rational, and cunning person?"
"No." Lumian shook his head and said with a smile on his lips, "If I don't imitate him, I'll be even crazier."
The atmosphere in the study froze again.
Fidel picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of fragrant black tea:
"Sure enough, it's a young man, and his vitality makes me a little jealous of an old guy.
"Do you want to take a commission from me? It can not only make you a lot of money, but also help you become famous at sea in a short period of time like Gelman. Sparrow."
"What commission?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat above his head and said.
"Kill a pirate, 'Black Lord' Claas. Kiz, the captain of the 'Kinnipos', with a bounty of 6.5 thousand Felkin." Fidel introduced unhurriedly, "He was once the third mate of the 'King of Twilight' Bulatov, and later left the fleet and came out to plunder by himself, he robbed me of a shipment of goods four months ago in the private port of Saint Tik Island, that batch must have been sold now, I don't expect to get it back, I just want him to die, let everyone at sea know that anyone who robbed my Fidel's goods will have to die."
"Where did the 'King of Twilight' grab it?" Lumian asked in a playful tone.
Fidel fell silent.
After a few seconds, he ignored Lumian's question and continued:
"I will regularly provide information about Keats, including his characteristics, his strength, where his ships appear and his own whereabouts on shore, and pay another 2.5 thousand Felkin as a reward.
"If you can kill Kiz, I will also help you get a full bounty as soon as possible through my channels to help you spread your reputation, and all of Kiz's relics belong to you.
"How about it, as long as you kill Kizz, you will be one of the most famous adventurers on the sea."
2.5 million additional remuneration and intelligence support...... Lumian thought for a moment and asked with a smile:
"How many adventurers have you said this?"
"Seven or eight, I am optimistic." Fidel replied calmly, "There is no punishment for failing the mission, as long as you can survive."
In other words, it doesn't matter if you don't take on the task? After Lumian muttered in his heart, he nodded and said:
"Hunting pirates is every adventurer's business."
Seeing that a verbal deal had been reached, Fidel opened the drawer, took out a kraft paper document bag, and threw it directly to Lumian.
Lumian caught it with one hand, bypassed the thin line, pulled out the information inside, and simply flipped through it.
Huo Ran, he raised his head and looked at Fidel:
"Kizz has been in Port Farin recently?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure about this information, but I don't know where he's hiding yet." Fidel nodded slightly.
After agreeing to see if the bearded horned lizard venom has arrived and whether there is any latest information about the "Black Lord", Lumian left 16 Correas Street and walked towards the port.
Roddy, who was trembling and very scared, thought that his master would give him a severe punishment, but Fidel just waved his palm and said:
"You go back to your room and repent first."
"Yes, Mr. Guerra." Roddy breathed a sigh of relief, left the study, and returned to the second floor along the dimly lit stairs.
As he walked, he suddenly felt a chill and his body couldn't help but tremble.
The darkness around him instantly became thick.
Through the dim light, he saw something seemingly coming out from behind his shadow.
Roddy opened his mouth in horror and tried to call for help, but he could no longer make a sound.
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Lumian did not go back directly to the "Asuka", but walked towards a street he had just passed on in the gradually cooling night.
There was a very modest church there, which was the church of the "fools".
Lumian had seen the "Fool" badge on the bell tower from a distance before and decided to pray when he returned.
As expected, Mr. "The Fool's" faith spreads mainly on the sea, and there are also churches in the port of Faring, which is a colony of Intis, and it seems that there is more than one...... Lumian stared at the yellow lights in the church for a while, took off the golden straw hat on his head, and walked in.
He saw at a glance that there were twenty or thirty people who were suspected of being homeless people sleeping on the edge of the wide hall, some of them brought their own tattered quilts, and some were curled up, relying only on clothes to keep warm.
The misty sea islands in this season will not freeze to death homeless, but the rain is abundant and can fall at any time, and it is the dream of many homeless people to have a sheltered place to sleep, and the "Fool" Church seems to allow the homeless to come in and rest.
If the bishop or priest is not bad, they will not only provide a dinner, but also give him a place to sleep for the night...... Lumian recalled the past, found a seat, and began to pray intently.
At night, the "Fool" Church was very quiet, sometimes people came in, prayed for a while and left, some dressed as merchants, some like sailors, and some vaguely exuded the temperament of pirates, but none of them ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Lumian didn't really know what to pray for, and when he occasionally went to the "Eternal Sun" church, he only repeated parts of the scriptures in his heart, making one wish after another, asking for corresponding blessings, what if it came true?
And now he knows that this has no effect and meaning, and he doesn't have so many wishes.
The most important thing is that Lumian has only heard two or three sermons from the clergy of the "Fool" Church, and the only content he can recall is the Eight Archangels and the description of Mr. "Fool's" authority.
In the end, Lumian chose to recount his journey through this time, from leaving Trier to arriving at the port of Farin.
His mood gradually calmed down and became peaceful.
"May Mr. Fool bless you, may all disasters be resolved, and may Aurore be resurrected......" After about a quarter of an hour, Lumian ended his prayer and made a simple wish.
As soon as he stood up, there was a loud rumbling sound in the distance, all the glass of the "Fool" Church made a clattering sound, and the house rattled and shook a few times.
Lumian raised his eyebrows, and in the dazed expressions of the awakened homeless people, he walked to the door and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
He saw rolling smoke and flames rising from the area where the Governor's Palace was located, rushing high into the sky and illuminating the surroundings.
Lumian couldn't help but raise his right hand, touched his chin, and said to himself silently:
"This shouldn't have anything to do with my arrival, right?"
It seems that something has happened to Faringport.
(End of this chapter)