Chapter 637 New arrival
Located in the lobby of the Orella Hotel on the ground floor.
Lugano held Ludwig who was eating corn pancakes in one hand and his suitcase in the other, looking around slightly crampedly, from birth to the present, from becoming an adventurer to following Lumian all the way south, he had never lived in such a place with the suffix "hotel" rather than "hotel".
He had only seen in newspapers and magazines that the most famous Champs-Élysées Hotel in Trier cost a total of 2100 Felkin to build, with 800 rooms and 65 function halls, and the most ordinary rooms, in the most ordinary season, cost 12 Felkin a day, which had a great impact on Lugano, which only spent 3.5 Felkin a week to stay in a hotel at that time.
It was such a stimulus from the bustling metropolis of Trier that Lugano finally mustered up the courage to cheekily go to Lumian to recommend himself.
He wants to accumulate wealth as soon as possible, buy potion materials, and be promoted to "doctor"!
He wants to become a member of high society!
It wasn't until he really became a "doctor" that he realized how vast the extraordinary world was, and he had just started.
The male front desk with slightly curly black hair, dark brown complexion, and a bit of shrewdness said to Lugano in skillful and fluent Intis:
"Do you want a suite, or an ordinary room, do you want the bed to be a coffin or ordinary?"
Lugano turned his head to look at his employer.
Lumian held a caramel-colored Dombiron cigarette directly wrapped in roasted tobacco leaves, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it lightly, smelling a mixture of tobacco leaves themselves, internal spices, and various herbs.
This is a bit exciting, quite fragrant, and makes people want to smell it again.
"Suites, ordinary, closer to the ground." Lumian, who had experienced renting a coffin as a means of transportation, had no idea of continuing to sleep in the coffin.
It's not that he has a psychological shadow, but that this thing will affect his perception of his surroundings, and if he really encounters an attack, it will hinder his initial response.
Hearing his answer, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief and relayed the employer's request to the male front desk.
"8 Feldin per day, you need to pay three days in advance." It was obviously a local male front desk who quoted the price.
When Lugano finished paying, the front desk looked at his colleagues and said flatteringly:
"I'll send you down."
There were three mechanical elevators at the back of the hall, and Lumian and the others entered the middle door and pulled the brass handle to represent the third basement floor.
The chains were tightened, the gears were engaged, and the sound of various metal parts starting to run sounded, and further away, it seemed that a boiler was burning, and white mist was spraying thin.
The mechanical elevator began to descend, and the native front desk glanced at Ludwig, smiled, and said to Lumian:
"Are you going to settle in the port of Pyros?
"If you need to know about the rental situation of local grammar schools and different communities, you can contact me."
In his opinion, this kind of person who came to the southern continent with a seven or eight-year-old child must move here, not come here to travel, after all, the child is still too young to do dangerous long-distance travel.
Since you are moving, you need to rent or buy a house, and you need to choose a good school, which is an opportunity to make money!
Hearing the word "school", Ludwig, who was nibbling on the cob, stopped chewing and seemed to feel that the food in his hand suddenly became unfragrant.
Lumian couldn't guess the mind of the native's front desk, but he didn't mind, but he admired the other party's shrewdness.
He smiled and said:
"Let's take a look first, I'm not sure if I'm staying in Port Pelos yet."
At this time, the mechanical elevator stopped on the third basement floor.
As Lumian walked into the room on the right, and the aisle with a stone fence and a cold deep valley on the left, he said to the native's front desk:
"Do you know the town of Tizamo?"
The native front desk helped Lugano carry the suitcase, bent his back slightly, and led the way in front of the side:
"You know, many gentlemen like to go to Tizamo on weekends for bush hunting.
"There are many secret temples and tombs left by former nobles in the jungle over there, if you go to play, don't go deep, the primitive tribes there are barbaric and ferocious."
Lumian nodded slightly, without further questioning, and when he arrived at Suite 7 and entered the living room, he casually took out 1 Ferkin silver coin and threw it at the front desk of the native:
"What's your name?"
The front desk looked surprised:
"You can call me Ron."
Lumian laughed:
"You may often be troubled in the future, for example, what is the nearest and better bar called, and where is it?"
Ron touched the silver coin in his hand, smiled and said:
"It is my honor to help you.
"You can go to the Piranha bar, which is communicated in Intis, right on the street behind our hotel."
Lumian gave Lugano a few words and left the room with Ron, waiting for one of the mechanical elevators to come up.
When they entered, there was already a man standing inside.
The man had a pale face and empty eyes, wearing a shirt and trousers with many pleats.
Lumian glanced at him and said nothing.
In the movement of the chain tightening and the stable lifting, the mechanical elevator returned to the ground.
When the man with empty eyes walked out of the door and distanced himself from the two of them, Ron approached Lumian and said in a low voice:
"I just wanted to remind you to pretend not to see the guest."
"Who is he?" Lumian asked casually.
Ron glanced left and right, and said in a low voice:
"He lives in a suite on the eighteenth basement floor and is a servant of Mr. Ivelista.
"That gentleman's servants don't look normal."
Of course it's not normal, it's a walking corpse...... Lumian scolded.
He had already stared at the servant just now and found that the other party's fate was dark and belonged to the deceased.
Encountering this kind of thing in a country that once worshiped the "god of death", Lumian was not shocked at all.
He has seen the afterimage of the "Blood Emperor", what is this kind of living corpse?
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In the evening, when the sweltering heat still remains, Lumian bypassed the man-made valley where the Orella Hotel was located, entered a street he couldn't spell, and found a bar painted with exaggerated piranha flowers.
He put on a golden straw hat, lit the East Byron cigarette he had bought in the hotel lobby before, and held it in his mouth.
Ahem cough!
Lumian quickly coughed, and two puffs of white smoke spewed out of his nose.
He originally wanted to show that he was an experienced adventurer by smoking East Byron cigarettes, but he didn't expect East Byron cigarettes to be so exciting, which made him, who had hardly smoked before, a little unbearable.
——There are all kinds of cheap liquor in the village of Kordu, but there are no cigarettes for sale, and Lumian has only seen Pons. Benet and Louis. Lund and a few others drew.
After extinguishing the East Byron cigarette and throwing it in the trash can, Lumian entered the bar, skillfully approached the bar, pulled over a high stool and sat down.
He felt the residual smell of smoke in his mouth and decided to drink something milder first, so he knocked on the table of the bar and said in Intis language:
"A glass of sugar wine, the ordinary kind."
"10 ricks." The bartender was a local man in a white shirt and black vest, with a pronounced Intes accent.
Lumian paid and waited for the bartender to pour the wine, he naturally looked around and found that no one was looking at him, and there were only a dozen wanted notices posted on the bar wall.
He thoughtfully took the amber sugar wine, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, and asked the bartender with a smile:
"Do you know who I am?"
The bartender glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Every once in a while, adventurers who consider themselves well-known ask me this question, but I'm sorry, I don't know you."
It seems that the great adventurer Louis. Berry's deeds of hunting "devil wizards" are mainly circulated on the misty sea, and the subsequent fame is because I have been active in the sphere of influence of the "Earth Mother Goddess" church. Berry's reputation is actually not loud, and not many people have heard of it in Cibyran...... In this way, "Hisoka" should not know that I have arrived in the port of Pelos, unless he squats at the dock every day...... Lumian was not annoyed by the bartender's words, drank sugar wine, and thought about the details.
Seeing that he was silent, the bartender smiled as if chatting:
"You just arrived in the Southern Continent, right?"
"Yes, I only came out of the Furious Sea in the morning." Lumian quickly entered the state of a regular in the old tavern, and told the story with a smile, "I met the ghost ship in the Furious Sea, saw the dry corpses on it, danced with them under the moon, repelled the devil's attack, and praised the mother of all things...... you may never imagine how magical and dangerous the Furious Sea is."
The bartender wiped the inner wall of the glass and interrupted Lumian's words:
"I know, after all, that's where the 'god of death' disappeared."
"Where did the 'Grim Reaper' disappear?" Lumian asked in astonishment.
Although he had guessed that the danger of the Violent Sea and the abnormality of the weather came from the fall of the gods, he did not expect to get the answer so easily and easily.
The bartender looked at Lumian with an expression of "you are actually a rookie" and said:
"Haven't you heard of the legend of treasure at sea?
"The first is the 'Key of the Death', which is said to be at the end of the Fourth Age, the 'God of Death' who failed in the Pale War set off a violent storm on the way back to Byron, in order to hinder the enemy, set off a violent storm, created an insurmountable obstacle, and completely cut off the northern and southern continents, but He did not return to His throne in the end, and has disappeared since then.
The bartender's tone was a bit complicated.
Lumian fell silent.
He came to the sea for revenge and lacked interest in treasure legends, so he didn't expect to miss such important information.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the heavy wooden door of the bar being pushed open.
The bar, which was originally noisy and lively, suddenly became silent and extremely quiet.
Lumian followed this eerie atmosphere, turned his body sideways, and cast his gaze on the door.
(End of this chapter)