Chapter 764 Prayer Festival
Next to a section of the old city wall that was only worth seeing, Lumian's gaze passed through the tall and low gray-white stone buildings, and saw a magnificent temple standing on the side of the mountains near it.
It is more than 30 meters high and consists of many towers, like a war fortress left over from ancient times.
At this time, under the combined influence of mountains and clouds, the sun near noon was dyed with a dim color, making the magnificent temple seem to be dressed in a cloak woven by dusk.
"The temple of the God of War Church?" Lumian didn't turn his head and asked the "Knight of Swords" beside him.
The God of War Church is the only state religion of the Vrsak Empire, but the defeat of that war a few years ago gave other organizations such as the "Night Goddess" Church a certain amount of missionary rights in the Vrsak Empire, but the "Night Goddess" Church does not seem to be enthusiastic about this matter.
The "Knight of the Sword" replied concisely:
"Church."
Not a temple, just a church? As expected of the Fusak people with the cult of the giant, and the aesthetics are very good...... Lumian didn't know why, but suddenly remembered a sentence he heard in the "Curly Baboon Research Society":
More is beautiful, and big is good.
He asked instead:
"Is this a colony of the Fusak people?"
"Yes." "Knight of Swords" said in a low voice, "But now, the Rune people have the right to do business here."
Lumian nodded lightly, without saying anything more, and entered Rakle City along the road ahead.
Along the way, he obviously distinguished people from different countries from the crowd he came and went:
The Fusak people are tall, most men are over 1.9 meters, and many women are close to 1.8 meters, which is in line with Lumian's stereotype of them - the kingdom established by the descendants of giants, there are even many half-giants, and these Fusak people dress relatively casually, either without buttons of formal clothes, or not wearing formal clothes;
The Ruen people are mostly black-haired, pay attention to appearance, and always dress meticulously, ladies like to wear round-brimmed gauze hats and sun-protected umbrellas, and men have top hats and canes.
The natives of Lacre are dark-skinned and thin, with most men wearing canvas worker's costumes, and women dressing up for easy labor, with only a few wearing brightly colored skirts and robes to drive cattle, sheep and horses.
Lumian glanced at the ponts and long-haired cows passing by, and saw a local man in a dark red robe with a white skull on his head, and a gray-white hat woven from wool.
"Is this what you mean by the death worship that remains in folklore?" Lumian didn't deliberately choose the street, he moved forward purely by instinct.
"Knight of Swords" nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, the people of the Laqueray region keep the skulls of their deceased relatives at home, believing that it will shelter them, bring good luck, and help them fight the dangers that come from the dark night, and the more skulls they keep in their homes, the more prosperous the family is."
This is similar to the village of Kordu leaving the hair and nails of deceased relatives at home...... But the death cult here is more colorful, so the skull is chosen, which is more exaggerated...... Lumian suddenly felt a little sentimental.
The Knight of the Sword continued:
"Some people also make the skulls of deceased relatives into amulets and carry them all the time, which is what you saw just now, and every year on the Blessing Festival, all the locals in the Laclé area will bring their skulls to the streets, dress them up carefully, party together, and pray together." (Note 1)
"Blessing Festival?" Lu Mi'an moved his head and asked solemnly.
After experiencing the festivals of Lent, the Feast of Prayer for the Sea, and the Festival of Dreams, he suffered from a headache when he heard about special festivals, just like he had gift trauma syndrome.
Ossetto, the "Witch King" of the "Rose School" and an important believer in the "Primordial Moon", is stranded in the Lacle area, isn't it just for the Blessing Festival?
"Knight of Swords" replied in a low voice:
"The Blessing Festival has long since ended, it was in November last year, more than a month before the 'Dream Festival'."
You know the "Dream Festival"...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then asked uneasily:
"Was Osetto first appeared in the Lacle region before or after the Blessing Festival?"
"Knight of Swords" recalled for a moment and said:
"Before."
"In other words, during the Blessing Festival, he should also be in the Lacle area?" Lumian frowned slightly.
"It should be so." "Knight of the Sword" replied restrainedly.
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Franka's gaze was withdrawn from a local woman with a colored skull sewn from her shoulder, and she smiled and said to the tall, blond hair and crystal blue eyes of the Fusak woman in front of her:
"I'm sorry, I have a female companion!"
This Fusak person's style is too straightforward, right?
Picking up a conversation with me and Jenna, and inviting me and Jianna, in addition to men, there are actually beautiful women!
The Fusak man laughed and said:
"I don't mind if you come to my house together."
"I don't mind." Jenna helps Franka speak her mind.
They have been in the city of Lacle for nearly two hours, although Franka did not take the initiative to release the charm of the "Joy Witch" so as not to be suspected of being deliberately fishing, but the two well-dressed "witches" are enough to attract a lot of attention just by their appearance, temperament and figure.
In this, the Fusak people are bold and direct, both men and women are like this, the Rune people are conservative and reserved, always looking for a good reason to dare to step forward, the locals basically only dare to watch from a distance, quietly follow, and occasionally a few people who muster up the courage to talk to them as guides.
"Okay." The Fusak woman, who was half a head taller than Franka, waved her hand regretfully, turned around and entered the café next to her.
Franca and Jane are currently located in the heart of La Cre City, on a street with a very elegant architectural style of the Fusac people.
"It's almost noon, how about going to try Fusak's food?" Franka looked up at the light but dazzling sunlight.
She was referring to the "Saint-Miron Restaurant" diagonally ahead.
Saint-Miron was the capital of the Vrsac Empire, and the name of the restaurant seems to be intended to show a sense of authenticity.
"Yes." Jian Na nodded slightly.
As the two "witches" walked into the atmosphericly decorated and beautifully detailed restaurant, Anthony sat down on a street chair across the street and silently nibbled on his lunch—a tortilla wrapped in beef and lamb with several spices.
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Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano all the way to the temple-like church of the Holy Lake.
And after they actually entered the city, the "Knight of the Sword" Marich disappeared, but Lumian's intuition told him that the Minor Arcana card holder was still nearby.
"Is there any abnormal sensation?" Lumian asked Ludwig.
"No." Ludwig shook his head.
Lumian looked at Lugano again:
"What about you?"
"Me?" Lugano looked dazed.
Didn't you rely on Ludwig to find someone?
What does it have to do with me?
"What abnormal sensations do you have?" Lumian repeated the question calmly.
For some reason, Lugano felt that the employer had become a little more approachable during this time, so he replied honestly:
"No."
Grunt, grunt, a strange voice rang in his and Lumian's ears.
The two set their sights on Ludwig at the same time.
Ludwig touched his stomach and said with a longing face:
"It's time for lunch."
"Okay." Lumian readily agreed.
His philosophy is that no matter how hungry you are, you can't starve a child, after all, this child will eat people when he is extremely hungry.
He looked around and pointed to a fairly prosperous street northwest of Holy Lake Square:
"There seem to be quite a few restaurants there."
This time, Ludwig didn't need Lugano to lead him, he stumbled and trotted over, Lumian quickened his pace, seemingly leisurely following beside him, and Lugano followed.
That street has very typical Fusac characteristics, as well as street trees and street chairs, which look more like the street scenes of the northern continent countries.
Lumian glanced briefly, pointed with his chin to the "Saint Miron Restaurant" not far away, and said:
"Try the Fusac dish."
"Okay." Ludwig wiped his mouth.
Suddenly, his longing expression was a little puzzled, and his head moved left and right subconsciously, as if he was looking for something.
Lumian noticed this abnormal behavior.
"What's wrong? Do you still want to have an ice cream?" He asked in a childish tone.
Ludwig imitated Lugano's usual performance and said in a low voice:
"I seem to have sensed the child on the corpse, but it's very vague."
Sensing the bird's claw monster baby? Lumian looked around, but saw no other children, and the pedestrians coming and going were mainly Fusak and locals, dotted with Rune.
There are not even pregnant women in it.
At this time, Ludwig added:
"I can't sense it now."
Out of the thirty-meter range? Lumian thoughtfully retracted his gaze:
"If the one I met just now is really related to the bird's claw monster baby, then the Omibella bloodline on my body may also be sensed by them......"
Lumian nodded and smiled at Ludwig:
"Forget it, eat first, everything is not important to fill your stomach."
"Yes!" For the first time, Ludwig felt that the words of the godfather had spoken to his heart.
Entering the "Saint Miron Restaurant", Lumian saw Franka and Jane sitting in a prominent position at a glance.
The two well-dressed "witches" made Lumian can't help but look at it for two more seconds.
At the same time, he sighed in his heart:
Is this the law of extraordinary property aggregation?
I was able to choose the same restaurant......
Franka and Jane sensed his gaze and glanced back at him, one opened their mouths slightly in surprise, and the other laughed dumbly.
They immediately controlled their expressions and refocused their eyes on the beet soup in front of them.
Led by the waiter, Lumian, Ludwig, and Lugano sat in the corner.
"Sir, what do you want to order?" The waiter handed out a menu decorated in the shape of a book.
Lumian glanced at it, didn't look at it, and said directly:
"Except for the drinks, get one for the others."
Note 1: Refer to the Blessing Festival of the Skull in Bolivia
(End of this chapter)