Supporting Juan. The young man on the other side of Oro raised his head and looked at Lumian, who was sitting next to the coachman, one leg drooping, the other leg bent and propped up, and his body leaning forward slightly, his eyes burning with undisguised anger.
The coachman was startled and tried to distance himself from Lumian in a panic, but he had horses in front of him and Lugano on his left, and he couldn't dodge in a hurry.
Lugano swallowed his saliva with difficulty, complaining that his employer's style was too aggressive.
This is a parody of Gelman. Sparo?
But the employer didn't show so crazy before, but he seemed very smart!
Juan. Aurora, the black-haired old man, didn't seem to notice the muzzle of the gun in front of his forehead, turned his head sideways, got out of the way, and continued to walk forward.
When Lumian saw this scene, he pulled the trigger directly without blinking his eyes.
Bang!
Huang Chengcheng's bullet was shot out of the revolver and went straight to Juan. Aurora's head turned sideways.
One palm stopped there at some point, and the bullet instantly stalled, from fast to slow, and landed in the palm of his hand with a rotating posture, and was held by it, as if he had fallen into a thick swamp.
The thick bronze palm belonged to supporting Juan. The young man of Oro, he stared at Lumian, curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, and roared angrily:
"Are you crazy?"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were already reflected in red and near-white fireballs, which exploded in a covering style at a distance of less than a meter.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that he had been withdrawn from this world, there was no longer a carriage under him, there was no more earth in his eyes, and an endless darkness was suspended in nothingness.
The red and almost white fireballs were guided by the invisible force and fell rapidly, deviating from their original direction.
Boom!
They superimposed on each other and blasted to the roadside dozens of meters away, blowing up deep and large holes.
The horses were frightened, raised their front hooves in unison, let out a scream of fear, and the coachman instinctively pulled the reins, trying to control the reaction of the animals.
Lumian's "hallucinations" disappeared with the explosion, and his eyes reappeared Juan. Auror and the young man's figure.
Juan with deep wrinkles on his face. Auror raised the black crutch in his hand, and scolded in a low voice:
"Have you made enough trouble?"
Lumian smiled and raised the revolver in his right hand again, aiming at the president of the fisheries guild again.
At this moment, Ruvio. Paco's voice:
"Let them come over."
This is in the Intes language.
Lumian then lowered his arm and said with a smile in Intis:
"My employer has allowed you to go."
He didn't understand Juan at all. Oro and the young man's previous highland language.
Juan. Oro looked at him for a few seconds, retracted his gaze, and walked around to the side of the carriage with a cane, while the young man who was supporting him always glared at Lumian, but he didn't know what to scold, because the other party couldn't understand it at all.
Juan. Oro looked at the car window and asked in a peaceful voice:
"Marta, I heard you are sick?"
"Yes." The old lady responded weakly through the glass.
Juan. Auror nodded:
"Did the governor allow you to seek treatment, do you need my help to plead?"
"It has been allowed." Rubio answered in place of his mother.
"That's good." Juan. Auror nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
He immediately turned sideways, pestled his crutches, and walked slowly towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" mansion was located.
The young man who was supporting him glanced at Lumian hatefully and refocused his attention on the old man.
Lumian adjusted back to his original sitting position as if nothing had happened, and he said to Lugano:
"The carriage can move on."
Lugano suddenly woke up, as if he had just come back to his senses, and quickly ordered the coachman, who was also frightened, to calm the horses and leave Milo Village as soon as possible.
They made it back to 21 Santa Lana Street.
Lumian took back Ludwig, who still had a little oil on his mouth from Georgia, and smiled at Rubio. Paco Road:
"Remember your promise.
"Otherwise......"
He smiled and didn't say the rest of the words.
"Don't worry." Rubio replied in Intes.
Watching Louis. After Berry and his godson and translator left, Georgia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her husband and said:
"I've never seen a child who can eat so well, he must be abnormal!"
"Otherwise, Louis. Berry will not be so relieved to leave him at our house." Rubio was not surprised at all.
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Aquinas Street, Solo Inn.
After Lugano closed the door, he couldn't help but ask Lumian:
"You, why are you so radical? That's the president of the Santa Harbor Fisheries Association, a famous big man, and that's Milo Village!"
He believed that his employer must have a hidden purpose.
Lumian glanced at his guide and smiled:
"Otherwise? If you don't take advantage of the fact that you are in public, it is unlikely that the two sides will develop into a life-and-death battle, test them, touch their strength, and try again in the dead of night when no one cares about the authority of the 'Mother Earth' Church and the Fenneport government? How dangerous that is."
I really want to try Juan. There is a divine level of power over there, so we have to hurry up and summon helpers!
"Yes......" Lugano suddenly realized.
Sure enough, the madness shown by the employer is all disguise, and every time he is radical, there is a hidden purpose!
However, did he come to Santa Harbor to do something at the sea prayer ceremony, otherwise, why was it always aimed at the people of the Fisheries Guild?
That would be dangerous!
Do I want to resign early and not make the final payment?
Lumian looked at the translator who was silent, smiled and walked to the easy chair in the living room, and lay down relaxed.
What he told Lugano was only one of the purposes of those previous actions, the superficial purpose.
And the most important purpose is that he wants to use those radical actions to send a message:
He was here to investigate the sea prayer ceremony, he was not afraid of the Fisheries Guild and those people in Milo Village, he had the corresponding strength and enough courage!
Whether it was forcibly breaking into the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea" or pointing a gun at Juan. Aurora's head shot indifferently, all to show this information.
He believes that there must be people in Port Santa who are not satisfied with the fishermen's association who don't like the sea prayer ceremony, after all, the main beneficiaries are fishermen, maritime merchants and related industry practitioners, and they are not the whole of Port Santa Harbor.
For example, although the "Earth Mother Goddess" Church and the Santa Harbor government were inconvenient to deal with this issue for some reasons, allowing the fisheries association to autonomously govern and even not allowing outsiders to participate in the corresponding matters, if there is a person who shows a strong, costless, and unafraid of consequences of investigation, will they be moved, will they acquiesce or even secretly support this person in doing something for profit?
They may not want the sea prayer ceremony to withdraw from the stage of history from now on, but most of them want to see those in power who are unlucky, vacate their seats, and sit for themselves.
In this way, Lumian, who set up the banner of investigating the sea prayer ceremony and decisiveness, toughness, and outstanding strength, did not need to run around on his own, bother to inquire, distinguish traces, and sit at home to receive all kinds of information transmitted overtly or covertly, and compare them with each other to distinguish between true and false.
For an outsider with limited time, this is the quickest and most effective way to figure out the entire process of the sea prayer ceremony and the truth about last year's accident.
For the core members of "April Fool's Day" who may have dug traps lurking in the shadows, this is also what made them notice the adventurer Louis. Berry, thus creating a reasonable strategy of suspicion.
At that time, combined with the information obtained and the traces found, Lumian has hope to find them out through the target's trap.
Of course, the biggest problem with this plan is that it is more dangerous, after all, it will put itself in the focus of everyone's attention, but how can there be no risk in hunting? Moreover, Lumian has many helpers.
At this time, with the help of the term Aurore likes to use, he has a deeper understanding of the conspiracy:
"The most clever conspiracy is a conspiracy!"
This is also one of the key points of his future role.
In the early afternoon, Lumian saw his messenger, "Penitent" Baynfell, coming out of the void and handing him a letter.
He asked a little puzzled for a while:
"Whose is it?"
Didn't everyone communicate before?
"It's a tall witch." Bayinfel replied.
What's wrong with Franka? Lumian took the letter and opened it to read.
"The man she and Jane met on the fourth floor of the catacombs is suspected to be from the world where the 'Heavenly Master' was, the world before she crossed over?" Lumian's pupils dilated slightly.
And this seems to be different from the members of the Curly Baboon Research Association, they are soul traversal, this is directly bringing their bodies over!
In addition to being surprised, Lumian keenly grasped a question:
"Why did such a person go to the fourth floor of the catacombs?
"Is it because there is a seal of the Samaritan Woman's Fountain, the overflowing waters of the River Styx, which runs through the two worlds?
"Have there been similar people who have come into our world before? If so, why didn't they leave traces like the traversers like Roselle the Great?
"There seem to be too many coincidences in Franka and Jana's trip to the fourth floor of the catacombs this time...... Not only did I discover a new 'Fragment of the Mirror World', but I also met such a person......"
After writing a letter to reply to Franka with all the questions he thought of, Lumian was about to ask Lugano to translate today's newspaper when he heard a sound of footsteps in the corridor.
His eyebrows moved slightly, he pulled over a back chair, and sat down facing the door.
Dong dong dong, a few seconds later, the door of their suite was knocked.
"Who?" Lugano asked.
A mature and soft voice came from outside the door:
"I, Noalia of the Order of Abundance."
Hearing this name, Lumian leaned back slightly and smiled.
He felt that his "conspirator" magic medicine had been digested a little more.
ps: The first place in the 2023 annual list is added! The first change in 2024 is for a monthly pass! I wish you all a prosperous new year, better health, and more money!
(End of this chapter)