After dinner, Franka and Jane returned to Apartment 702, 9 Orose Street.
"Finally succeeded." Franka raised her hands and stretched her waist, "The next step is to find Paria, the 'person in the mirror', and then report to the 'Black Witch', or tell the 'Black Witch' that I have become a 'Witch of Pain' tomorrow morning? She said that when I was promoted to 'pain', she would tell me some secrets of the witch sect."
At the same time, she felt that her progress in digesting the "Joy" magic potion was much faster than expected, which might arouse the suspicion of the "Black Witch", and she did not want to report the "Deep Sea General" related matters.
That involves the secret of the "Curly Baboon Research Association"!
So far, Franka and Lumian have only mentioned the suspected elves of the "Deep Sea General" to their direct Major Arcana cards, but have not received a reply for the time being.
Jian Na thought for a moment and said:
"I think even if you don't go to the 'Black Witch' tomorrow, you will have to do this recently, the sooner you understand the secrets of the Witch Sect, the more it will help us plan and arrange future actions and avoid possible hidden dangers."
She probably understood Franka's concerns, and said with a smile:
"Just tell the 'Black Witch' that Lumian has become a 'Reaper' and he has helped you digest the 'Joy' potion."
"Uh......" Franka was stunned for a moment, "This is all the truth, but the meaning expressed doesn't feel right......"
"What is needed is such a misunderstanding." Jian Na responded with a light smile.
She then glanced at the night outside the window:
"It should be enough to find Paliya by you and Anthony, I think I'll go to Port Russell to meet Julian these days, we haven't seen each other for almost two months, and I want to test his attitude to see if he must go back to Trier."
"Yes." Franka understood Jenna's concerns.
Jian Na nodded and said:
"Then I'll go home tonight, pack some things for him, and strive to leave tomorrow morning, go early and come back early."
There are so many steam trains and river boats to the port of Lesell that she doesn't have to worry about not being able to buy tickets on the spot.
After chatting for a while, Jane Na packed her luggage, carried the box, and left the apartment.
——She did not do as Julian had instructed her to save money by vacating the rented house on Rue Pasteur during his exchange studies in Port Lessel, and from time to time she would go back to live there for a few days, as if she had never left there.
Watching Jian Na go out, Franka was suddenly a little disappointed, and muttered:
"I still want to celebrate tonight......"
She walked slowly back to her bedroom and saw that some of the dresses and items that belonged to Jane Na had been taken away just now.
Looking at the bedroom, which was a little cleaner and refreshing, Franka suddenly seemed to understand something.
She was silent for a moment.
She felt as if her "pain" magic potion had been digested.
…………
Woo, bang, bang, bang.
An off-white steam train painted with brass patterns was on the tracks heading towards Issala, the capital of Lemberg, located between the mountains.
Lumian sat in the second-class carriage, looking left and right leisurely.
He didn't have Azshara's coordinates, and he didn't bother to summon the messenger again, so he chose to "teleport" back to Leston Province, arrived at the border by steam train, and then smuggled over the mountains.
Relying on the pre-exchanged Rumburg legal currency Sasenjin and his familiarity with black market merchants and brokerage agents, Lumian easily obtained a new identity certificate and bought a ticket to Azshara.
Lemberg is a small and medium-sized country, not too big, and he will be able to reach his destination by this evening.
In the blink of an eye, Lumian noticed that the people of Lemberg loved light-colored clothing and brass jewelry, and each person held a book in his hand, quietly flipping through it while the train was moving.
When stopping at stops on the way, if you encounter an elderly person or someone dressed as a scholar, the passengers will be very enthusiastic in providing assistance and showing heartfelt respect.
"It is worthy of the kingdom of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' church." Lumian sighed silently.
Lemberg is a mono-faith country without a royal family, and the intellectual church has very strong control over the country and influence on the people.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, the young man sitting next to him with a book glanced sideways at the "Lemberg Travel Guide" in his hand, and laughed softly:
"Are you a foreigner?"
He spoke in Lemberg, then switched to Highlander, Rune, Intis, and Fusak.
Lumian was a little surprised:
As an ordinary Lomberger in a second-class carriage, he actually knows so many languages?
Moreover, he felt that the other party was a bit ostentatious.
"Yes, I am from Intis, and I understand the Lembourg language." Lumian replied cooperatively, "What's your name? You actually master the languages of all the countries in the northern continent."
The young man pushed down the light-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile:
"My name is Sarent, a small employee of a company.
"In fact, as long as you learn one language of the northern continent countries, it will be very easy to learn the others, if you master the ancient Fusak language at the beginning, it will be even easier, and we Lemberg people have been learning the ancient Fusak language simultaneously since the compulsory education stage."
Salente's tone implied a little complacent, as if he looked down on other countries that there were such a large illiterate group, and so many people who did not understand foreign languages.
Theoretically, this is the case, otherwise I would not have mastered the plateau language so quickly, in comparison, my Dutan language can only be said to be barely used...... Lumian didn't care about the arrogance hidden by Sarent.
This morning, the Lemberg people he came into contact with had more or less similar problems.
Lumian controlled the volume and said with a smile:
"You are so civilized, you respect the elderly and scholars very much, and when you take the train, you don't mainly chat and have fun, you spend most of the time reading."
Salente smiled reservedly:
"In the hearts of our Lemberg people, knowledge is the most precious, and scholars are people who have mastered more knowledge, and the elderly have also accumulated a lot of empirical knowledge in their lives."
Speaking of this, Salente laughed at himself:
"Reading books is a habit developed since childhood, and it is also a practical need, you don't know, our lives are full of exams and assessments, this is the case in school, in the company, even when we go to church, we have to do theological-related topics during the Great Mass to show our piety and respect for the gods and knowledge."
Lumian suddenly felt that this didn't seem to be a good thing either.
No wonder Ludwig did not return to the Church of Knowledge after his death......
However, Aurore should like this place, she won't come to live here, but she definitely wants to send me here to study......
Finding that the foreigner sitting next to him was silent, Salente sighed and said:
"So I didn't stay in Issara after graduation, there was a terrible amount of pressure, vocational qualification exams, annual reviews of vocational abilities, monthly company assessments, job training exams, etc., etc."
Lumian secretly "hissed" when he heard this:
Is this the state of daily life of the Lemberg people, and especially the Aysala people?
Ludwig didn't have enough brains, and the description was unclear, and I thought it was just the students who were suffering......
Fortunately, it was Aurore who took me in at the beginning, not a Lembourg person......
Talking about this matter, Salente was aroused with a strong sense of melancholy, which gave rise to a sense of urgency, lowered his head, and continued to read the book in his hand.
Lumian judged that Isala, the capital of Lemberg, was not far away, and instead thought about the problem of Morora, the "City of Exile".
He thought about it for a moment and asked Salente beside him:
"Have you ever heard of a city called Morora?"
Sarente thought carefully for a while and said:
"No, neither in reality nor in legends around the world."
Lumian let out a "hmm" and refocused his gaze on the mottled mountains that were retreating rapidly outside the window, as if they were just casual chatter just now.
"I haven't found the 'magician' lady, and I shouldn't be able to do it normally, unless I can kidnap a demigod from the Knowledge Church......
"Since the Church of Knowledge has placed the other two parts of the body of the 'Abscess and Severed Hand' in Morola, can I rely on the induction between the various parts of the body of the 'Abscess and Severed Hand' to find that city?
"The Church of Knowledge expects and allows me to go to Morola, and can even say that they are looking forward to my coming, will they give me some hints directly?
「……」
Thinking about it, Lumian gradually became determined.
The sky began to darken, and the steam train stopped next to the platform paved with gray and white stone slabs.
Lumian carried a small suitcase with nothing in it, chatted with Salente as he walked through the station decorated with book sculptures and brass patterns and walked outside.
The wind between the mountains whistled, bringing both coldness and freshness.
As he approached the entrance of the Azshara Steam Train Station, Lumian saw a number of clergy of the Church of Knowledge in plain white robes inlaid with brass threads blocking there, holding documents in their hands, checking the passengers leaving the station one by one.
"What is this doing?" Lumian asked.
Salente glanced at it and replied indifferently:
"Daily outbound inspections are done by church people and government people in turn."
"I thought it was randomly intercepting passers-by and asking them to make papers to assess their knowledge reserve level." Lumian joked.
Salente looked sideways at him, his eyes full of fear, as if to say:
"Are you a demon? Even the bishops of the church can't think of such a thing!"
Lumian shrugged his shoulders and walked to the exit first, being examined by the clergy of the Church of Knowledge.
The old man at the head looked him up and down a few times, then looked at the information in his hand, and suddenly winked at the rest of the clergy.
Lumian was quickly surrounded by these clergymen, all of whom were ready to go.
The leader old man looked at him and said in a deep voice:
"Find a wanted criminal.
"Take it away!"
Belch...... Lumian raised his eyebrows.
In the blink of an eye, he gave up resisting, stretched out his hands, and let the clergy of the Church of Knowledge put a pair of silver-white handcuffs on his wrists.
(End of this chapter)