Ping pong pong!
Even through the glass window, Lumian could hear the sound of two young men colliding with their long swords outside.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Is there really a fight?
If you want to duel on the spot, you will still go through the whole process - first decide whether to duel with cold weapons, or shoot each other, then sign the contract, then find a witness recognized by both parties, and finally go to the front desk of the café or bar to borrow a gun and a sword.
A situation like this where a long sword is wielded at the slightest disagreement is either a precursor to a riot or a vendetta between gangs.
The security of the port of Santa, or the kingdom of Fenneport, is so bad? Lumian was surprised by this.
On his way down from the "Asuka" to the Solo Hotel, he found that the people of Port Santa liked to wear swords and swords, making him feel as if he had entered the environment described in classical novels.
This is actually legal!
In a maritime colony like Faling Harbor, no one carries these things openly, and even a short knife has to be hidden.
Of course, for him, this is actually a good thing.
He watched the two young men fighting desperately through the window with great interest, commenting on their fighting skills in his heart from time to time.
At this moment, a group of people trotted over from the other side of the street.
They were all women, wearing two-cornered cloth hats with white stripes on a black background, black lining and brown leather armor, a dark black cloak and two crossed straight swords behind them, and a brass-colored revolver on their waists, one on the left and one on the right.
The woman at the head looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thick black hair, naturally curled eyebrows, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and plump red lips, which was quite beautiful.
She was over 1.7 meters tall and took a straight sword from behind, shouting something to the two men fighting on the street with a cold expression.
Lumian only understood the word "stop."
The two young men really stopped, they stood on the side of the street, accepted the reprimand of the women, and lost their momentum just now.
After a few minutes, they left separately with their long swords and were not captured.
Lumian took a sip of Toler's coffee, not understanding the situation very well.
The language barrier is still quite troublesome.
When Ludwig finished the food on the table under the premise of controlling the speed, Lugano returned here with an inconspicuous face.
Lumian was in no hurry to ask him if he had found a black market merchant who could fake his identity, and said chatterily:
"Is it legal to possess cold weapons in Santa Harbor?"
Lugano lowered the round-brimmed black hat on top of his head, and said in a low voice:
"Yes, this is a local custom, and the government of the Kingdom of Fenneport respects this tradition, and it is also a good thing for them to die more people in Gaya Province."
"Why?" Lumian asked with interest.
Lugano half-covered his face with his hand, as if he was afraid of being followed.
Seeing this, Lumian threw the "lie" ear clip to him.
Lugano hurried to the bathroom and returned to his original appearance, of course, his facial features were a little more straight.
Only then did he feel relieved and explained:
"Have you ever heard of the 'Battle of the Oath'?"
Lumian, who had received Auror's rigorous education, replied reflexively:
"The 'Battle of the Oath' that began in the year 738 of the Fifth Age? The 'battle of the oath' between the small Central and South American countries such as Lemberg, Marcy, and Segal separated from the north of the Kingdom of Feneport, and the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' Church and the 'Earth Mother Goddess' Church broke up?"
Lugano was stunned for a moment:
"Yes."
He just knew a rough idea, but the other party actually said the specific year and the final result.
After a few seconds, Lugano lowered his voice again and said:
"In that 'Battle of the Oath', the entire province of Gaya, especially this part of the area near the Daliege Mountains, also wanted to become independent, but failed.
"Later, in order to guard against the locals, there were high-quality iron ore and coal mines in the south of the Dalliege Mountains, but the Kingdom of Fenneport only established a smelter, no gun factory, and there was not a single local soldier stationed here, and the local soldiers were assigned to other places."
"Was there ever a widespread belief in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'?" Lumian couldn't help but glance at Ludwig, who was enjoying dessert after the meal.
One of the keys to the independence of Central and Southern countries such as Lemberg, Marcy, and Segal is that their mainstream belief in society is the "god of knowledge and wisdom", not the "Mother Earth".
"I don't know." Lugano shook his head honestly.
He continued:
"You should know very well by now that the ancient province of Gaya was mainly composed of four types of people, one was farmers, the second was the fishermen in Port Santa and other places, the third was the mountain people who survived on mineral deposits and hunting, and the fourth was the herdsmen you are most familiar with.
Lumian nodded when he heard this.
It is indeed so.
Whether fishermen, mountain people, or herders, they are poor, they have to face the cruelty of nature, they have to fight against all kinds of dangers outside human settlements, and even have to guard against their ill-intentioned kind, and the sword is a necessity, not an ornament.
Lumian had heard the herdsmen who had transferred talk about wolf attacks and the ferocity of robbers, and he was deeply impressed by this.
Lugano gulled down the lemonade he had just ordered, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:
"One of the three major combat orders of the 'Earth Mother' is stationed in Gaya Province, on the one hand to guard against us in the north and Lemberg in the northeast, and on the other hand, it also has the intention of monitoring the locals.
"Hey, in Gaya Province, in Port Santa, it's not strange to meet combat nuns, their temperament is different from other women......"
Lugano showed a leisurely expression.
The team just now was the combat nuns who helped maintain law and order? Lumian suddenly realized.
He laughed and teased Lugano:
"That's a nun."
Lugano smiled ambiguously:
"The nuns of the 'Earth Mother' Church do not take a chastity oath, but will promise to give birth to as many children as they want before they are old, if they fall in love with you, they will be very active, and sometimes, they will be semi-forced.
How many children are promised before what age...... This sounds a bit strange...... Although this is very much in line with the teachings of the "Mother Earth", it always reminds me of another "mother"...... Local traditions, government connivance, doctrinal influence, and animalistic behavior during courtship have combined to create a folk custom of fighting in the streets with cold weapons...... Lumian didn't expect that there would be such a complex historical origin behind such a trivial incident just now.
It's quite interesting to taste this.
At this moment, Lumian suddenly understood a sentence that Aurore had once said:
"If I go to college again without the pressure of life, then I will study history."
Shout...... Lumian exhaled slowly and said to Lugano:
"Did you gain anything?"
Lugano, who was still imagining the fighting nun, was stunned and failed to come back to his senses in time.
"You Indisians......" Lumian "tsk".
Only then did Lugano understand what the question was asking just now, and said with a smile:
"I have gained a lot of help from black market merchants who have a very good way and many channels.
"Do you want to see him? He is also a descendant of the Dalez."
"Yes." Lumian drank the remaining coffee and stood up.
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Trier, the fourth level of the catacombs.
Jenna and Franka each held a burning white candle and looked at the ancient tomb with the "gate" open, but neither dared to go any further.
No one knows what is buried in it, and if something terrible will emerge.
If it is in the outside world, the two "witches" can still use divination methods to confirm the situation, but being in the catacombs, it is almost impossible to establish a close enough connection with the normal spirit world, and the result can be imagined.
You must know that Lumian cannot directly use the "spirit shuttle" to come in, but he can "teleport" internally.
After hesitating for a moment, Franka handed Jenna a mirror of her own, and then took a solemn step, relying on her spiritual premonition, slowly approaching the ancient tomb.
After getting close enough, the dim candlelight in her hand shone in, illuminating a pile of pale bones piled up in the entry area.
Light green and blackened mold spots had grown on it.
Franka raised the white candle in her hand and set her sights on the depths of the tomb.
There were skeletons everywhere, stacked in a mess, occupying every inch of the ground, and in the middle was a sarcophagus, already tilted, pouring out a large amount of bones that were about to rot.
"It doesn't look dangerous." Franka hesitated for a moment.
Only then did Jane come closer and return her stand-in mirror.
Franka looked at it for a while and said:
"There is nothing of value."
Among the various funerary goods, gemstones and other items are gone, they should have been lost when the catacombs were built and these ancient tombs were opened, and other things were either weathered and decayed, or they had been broken, and even the murals on the walls were only a few traces left.
Jian Na looked at it for a while, and said uncertainly:
"Where are the places where these bones are pressed?"
"Let me see." Franka took a few more steps closer, letting the invisible "spider silk" spread over, wrapping around the pile of pale bones at the door and helping them move their positions.
Suddenly, an irregular fragment of a mirror that seemed to be painted with black paint appeared in the firelight.
Jenna and Franka both stared at each other.
Well, that's very similar to the fragments of the mirror world they got in Quaternary Trier!
"There was once a special 'man in the mirror' who died here?" Franka whispered to herself, "The shadow of Crismona appeared here to tell us about this? But why did He attack us again?"
Jian Na was also confused, she thought for a moment:
"Why did the special 'man in the mirror' die here? Who does this tomb belong to, or which ancient family did it belong to?"
Franka stared for a moment, then nodded solemnly:
"This may be what we need to investigate next."
Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the two put away the mirror fragments and carefully searched the entire tomb with the invisible spider silk of the "Joyful Witch", but found no items marking the identity of the tomb owner.
"Hey, let's go back and find a way." Franka sighed and said, "Now go get the antique tear bottle for that employer."
(End of this chapter)