Chapter 522 Daily Events
Looking at the fire in the Black Pearl District, Lumian fell into deep thought.
As a "conspirator", he subconsciously analyzed the potential possible causes:
First of all, the rebels and national independence forces can be excluded, because there is no such organization in the Misty Sea Islands, this is the first overseas colony of Intis, whether it is the erosion of religion and culture, or the absorption and acceptance of the archipelagomers, successive governments have worked hard, coupled with the policies formulated by Roselle the Great, this place is almost equivalent to the overseas province of Intes, which has looser laws and worse security, and the archipelago people have long lost their original beliefs and regarded themselves as discriminated citizens in the Intis frontier area.
This is no different from the Lim people in the south of Intis and the Sava people in the east will be discriminated against, anyway, the citizens of Trier look down on all outsiders equally, but they are relatively more wary of the islanders who like to commit fraud and be thugs.
Was the pirate trade causing infighting, or did the organizations in the Southern Continent who wanted to overthrow colonial rule choose to do something in the Misty Sea Islands? Or did some ambitious guys follow the evil gods? Lumian thought about it, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-giant over two and a half meters tall wearing a black trench coat and a silk top hat coming out of the room on the side of the church.
He said to the prayers and homeless people who were either bewildered or frightened:
"Don't worry, the Lord will protect you.
"You stay here, don't go out, wait for the riot to subside, there will be no danger."
"Praise the fool!" The believers of the "Fool" church found support, pressed their hands on their chests, and bowed.
Their expressions softened and they clearly felt more secure.
Tramps, look at me, I look at you, no one chooses to leave.
In the minds of most Intes, churches are safer places than governments, no matter which church they belong to.
At this time, in the area where the explosion had just occurred and the fire was churning up, golden sunlight fell, and there was a series of dense roars, but it was not as huge as before.
It was clear that the Governor's Office and the extraordinary people of the two major churches were dealing with the anomaly.
At the same time, Lumian saw that the sky illuminated by the moonlight and starlight was a little darker, and although there was no change in the weather, the streets outside seemed to be shrouded in a thin, dark fog.
He thought for a moment, ignored the half-giant bishop's shouts, opened the door of the "Fool" church, and walked out.
The temperature outside has obviously dropped a lot, just like Trier has entered autumn.
Under the light of the gas street lamps, Lumian returned to the port.
Suddenly, a wobbly figure came out of the alley next to him.
The figure was wearing a thin shirt and pants, no shoes on his feet, and his face was pale and full of wrinkles.
His eyes were more white and brown, and there were corpse spots on his exposed skin.
A living corpse? Lumian raised his eyebrows.
The old man, who was suspected of being a living corpse, was about to staggering towards the Black Pearl Zone, but as if he had smelled the smell of spirituality and blood, he suddenly turned sideways and looked at Lumian, making a voice that did not sound like a human from his throat.
Lumian immediately condensed a red, almost white fireball, and let it roar and fly towards the living corpse.
In the rumbling explosion, the head of the living corpse cracked, the body was torn apart, and it died again.
It no longer moved.
"That's all the strength?" Lumian thought he had encountered a more dangerous kind of undead.
He continued to move forward, and condensed more than a dozen or twenty red, near-white fireballs on the top of his head, behind his head, above his shoulders, and on both sides of his body, allowing them to follow his movements and remain relatively suspended.
Just as he turned the corner ahead, Lumian saw a young couple screaming in terror and running away.
Behind them was a living corpse with several gun holes chasing them, with dark red hearts and white intestines looming.
Around Lumian, a crimson and almost white fireball flew out, passed over the two couples, and exploded on the body of the living corpse.
Rumbling, the charred corpses were thrown around with residual flames.
The young couple stopped in astonishment, looking at Lumian surrounded by a dozen or twenty red and almost white fireballs, their eyes were confused and in a trance, full of disbelief.
"Are you stunned and waiting to die?" Lumian cursed as he walked forward, "Go to the street behind and enter the 'Fool' Church."
"Okay, okay!" The two young men, a man and a woman, instinctively answered, as if they were facing a police officer or adventurer with a gun.
The fireball was obviously more powerful than the gun, much greater!
When the couple entered the street where the Church of the Fools was located, Lumian continued to walk towards the port like a messenger of flame.
On the way, he encountered several waves of people who came out of bars, open-air markets and other places and met living corpses.
Lumian didn't say anything, he directly let the red and white fireballs around him be launched to help them deal with the resurrected corpses, and then let them go to the nearest church to hide.
The chase of the living corpse and the shock of the fireball made his words very convincing, and no one had to stubbornly find their way.
If you really want to, Lumian doesn't bother to care.
After several similar things, Lumian gradually figured out some patterns:
Those living corpses are not transformed by living people, they all come from the original dead, and the dead in the entire Port of Farin City have been resurrected for some unknown reason;
The living will instinctively approach the place where the explosion occurred, but if they encounter a living person along the way, they will be attracted to flesh and spirit, chasing, killing, and gnawing.
Combining these rules, Lumian no longer let passers-by go to churches far away to seek refuge, but only told them to avoid hospitals, cemeteries and other places, and to find crowded bars, dance halls, or houses that have not died recently for two or three hours.
Stopping and launching the condensed red and near-white fireballs to the last two, Lumian returned to the port and boarded the "Asuka".
Philip was pressing the side of the boat with his hands, looking at the area of the Governor's Palace.
"What happened?" He asked Lumian.
"How do I know?" Lumian replied amusedly.
Philip immediately changed the question:
"Have you encountered any abnormalities?"
Lumian then briefly talked about the explosion in the direction of the Governor's Mansion and the sudden resurrection of corpses.
"Evoke a living corpse?" Phillip frowned slightly and said to himself.
Without waiting for Lumian to express his opinion, he sighed and said:
"This time I went to sea on the first day, I met the 'Bone Demolayer' on the second day, and at noon on the third day, I was attacked by the 'Death Navigator', and at night, no, in the early morning of the fourth day, another disaster of living corpses occurred in Faring Harbor......
"We still have six days to go to Puerto Santa ......."
Lumian felt guilty when he heard this.
Theoretically, his attraction to disasters, or disasters, is not so frequent, and when he was in Trier, he was not so frequent that he encountered an occult event every day.
It's understandable to encounter one or two disasters during the whole trip, but this is really a daily occurrence in Dadel Town...... Could it be that there is something unclean following me, these are all brought about, triggered, and aggregated, and there is essentially only one disaster I have encountered, and that is it? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt the need to write to Ms. "The Magician" to see if there was something wrong with such frequent disasters.
"Maybe the disaster of the living corpse just now was caused by the big trouble on the ship, which means that it left the 'Asuka' and our subsequent journey will become calm." Lumian casually comforted Philip.
He himself said this sentence without much confidence.
"Hope." Philip opened his arms slightly and prayed devoutly, "Praise the sun!"
Lumian was in no hurry to return to the first cabin, standing by the side of the ship and looking at the situation in Farin Harbor.
The official acquiescence to the pirate trade in the Misty Sea Islands not only brought a certain amount of chaos and evil, but also made the number of extraordinary people here much larger than that of ordinary Intis City, and they quickly organized resistance, clearing the living corpses from different streets, effectively reducing the casualties of citizens and travelers.
It is unknown whether there were pirates or adventurers who took advantage of the chaos to rob banks and gold stores, or killed enemies and insulted innocent people.
In less than two quarters of an hour, all kinds of movements in the area where the explosion occurred subsided, and the official extraordinary people spread out and dealt with the riots in other streets.
"It's good, nothing big happened, I controlled it in time." Phillip retracted his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.
You can say this, but I can't...... Lumian laughed at himself.
Only at this time did Philip have an emotional chat:
"Did you go to Farin to drink?"
"Yes." Lumian smiled and said, "By the way, I took a commission."
"What commission?" Philip asked casually.
"The pirate hunter, a pirate named 'Black Lord'." Lumian did not hide it.
Philip's eyes froze, he frowned and asked:
"Are you sure you are better than the 'Black Lord'? He also has a boat with hundreds of subordinates!
"Moreover, even if you can really find an opportunity to assassinate him, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the 'King of Twilight'? That's one of the kings of the sea!"
"Accepting a commission doesn't mean I will definitely do it, I don't know where to find 'Black Lord' Claas. Kizz, that's the name, right?" Lumian doesn't care at all about possible "Dusk King"revenge.
There is more than one saint who wants to deal with him!
Philip met Louis. Berry seemed to have taken on a task casually, and when he had the opportunity to consider whether to do it, he did not continue the topic.
The next morning.
The safety supervisor had just finished breakfast when he heard his sailor tell him:
The Governor's Office ordered that the port be temporarily closed and all ships were not allowed to leave!
Philip resisted the urge to stand up directly and asked in a deep voice:
"What are those soldiers doing in the port?"
"Search boat by boat." The sailor who was asked answered truthfully.
Lumian in Room 5 of the first class looked at the chaotic port where troops had entered, and continued to write letters to Jane and Franka:
"It seems that something happened to the port of Farin on the island of Saint-Tique in the Misty Sea Islands, ask that person to see if he knows the specific situation."
Writing this, Lumian raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times in the order of up, down, left, and right like Mr. K, and whispered sympathetically:
"Poor '007'."
(End of this chapter)