Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Thermipolos fell silent and made no more noise.

Lumian continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and the general situation of the Church of Fools.

He thus learned that there was a continent in this world called the Land Abandoned by the Gods, which was a place cursed and exiled by the gods.

The gods abandoned that continent, but Mr. Fool did not. He sent the redemption angel Gehrman Sparrow to lead the surviving humans in the lost city-state out of the land abandoned by the gods.

Rebuilding their home on the sea island, so the current headquarters of the Church of the Fool is in the New Silver City on the Suniya Sea.

The other two holy places are also located in that sea area, namely Crescent City and Bayam, the capital of the Rhoside Islands.

Lumian listened with great interest and gained a preliminary understanding of the Church of Fools.

After the sermon, the bishop and the pastor of the same name offered Holy Communion, which was a cup of transparent, colorless liquid and a giant fruit shell covered with burnt marks.

Lumian picked up the glass first, and Gulu took a sip. He felt that the liquid inside had a slightly sweet taste, much like dairy products, but more fragrant.

Immediately afterwards, he used a wooden spoon to scoop up the food contained in the giant fruit shell. As soon as he put the food into his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression: It was meat. This was too luxurious.

The Holy Communion of Eternal Sun Church cannot do this. It is just red wine and unleavened bread.

Lumian was refreshed and chewed the food with interest. He felt that it was delicious, with the texture of meat and the sweetness and sourness of fruit.

It even exudes a strange aroma, which is completely different from the common dishes in Trier.

As he ate, he listened to the bishop introducing the origin of the Holy Communion: it was the favorite food of the angel of redemption, Gehrman Sparrow, when he was still walking on the earth, and she was the trumpet of the Lord, preaching the Lord’s God. Oral.

The liquid is called Tyana. The name comes from a giant fruit special to the Rhoad Islands. It is squeezed from its pulp. The Tyana fruit shell, which has lost most of its pulp, is stuffed with mashed mutton and fish. , and finally baked into the Eucharistic Tyativa.

Of course, it is impossible for the Church of Fools to transport that giant fruit from the Rhoad Islands to Trier specifically for the purpose of distributing Holy Communion. This would have to cross three oceans, and even the greenest fruit would be overripe until it rots, which would be a waste of money and money. resource.

With the help of a certain botanist, the Church of Fools developed an improved Tyana tree that can grow and bear fruit in southern Intis, and has a stronger milky taste.

Delicious food with a maritime flavor. If it weren’t for Mr. Fool’s church, there would be no way to preach and preach. Otherwise, I don’t know how many people would dare to believe in such a holy meal.

That’s not good either. Too many people believe in Mr. Fool, which will make the cost of Holy Communion become astronomical.

After worrying about the Church of Fools for a few seconds, Lumian, who had not yet eaten his dinner, ate all of Teyativa, and finally Gulu drank all the Teyana juice.

"Praise the Fool." Lumian stood up with unusual sincerity, bowed, and slowly left the church, illuminated by candlelight, into the night outside.

Under the light created by the gas street lamps, Lumian, wearing a linen shirt and a black vest with his sleeves rolled up, walked along the port area to the other side of the pier, intending to take a public carriage to the boulevard area.

At this time, Lavigne was much quieter, with only small groups of sailors left, occasionally passing by, singing or shouting.

Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away, and someone screamed. While the screams echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed.

He turned sideways and got out of the way, acting as if I was just a pedestrian.

However, if the other person is disgusting or does it, something bad will happen.

Being chased by the master of suffering, Lumian didn't mind stretching out his right foot to trip him up, not for anything else but just to watch the fun.

In a few breaths, the figure had already rushed to the edge of the streetlight. Lumian's eyebrows moved. He was so fast that he didn't look like an ordinary human being.

The next second, he used the illumination of the gas street lamp to see clearly the specific appearance of the figure: it was not a human being, but a monster. It only had a wrinkled head, like a human being, and was wearing a torn linen shirt. and brown trousers. The exposed parts of the body are covered with dark green scales. There are no shoes on the feet. There is a thin but tough skin between the fingers. Slippery dark green mucus flows on the palms and mouth. There was blood all around.

Lumian, who had seen many monsters in the ruins of Kordu Village, could not panic and just frowned slightly. This was very similar to the fish-man mentioned in the occult magazine. Its dark green scales seemed to have Strong defensive capabilities.

As Lumian's thoughts flashed, the monster also saw him. He had retreated to the side of the road, his visibly bulging eyes becoming more violent and crazy.

It suddenly turned sideways and pounced on Lumian. Lumian instantly arched his body and advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward and grabbed the suspected fish-man monster forward.

boom!

His right hand, which was clenched into a fist, was filled with sparks and hit the target's abdomen hard.

Immediately afterwards, he shortened his body and slipped under the armpit of the monster covered with dark green scales and dripping with disgusting liquid. He avoided the opponent's counterattack and successfully changed his position.

Arriving behind the attacker, Lumian turned around quickly, grabbed his arms, and his fists emitting sparks alternately hit the back of the monster that looked like a fishman, knocking it to the ground.

The sound of "clang" reverberated, and Lumian put away his hands, stopped attacking, and quietly looked at the body, which was still struggling, creating many traces of corrosion on the ground.

A dull and weak explosion sound followed, and several red sparks were sprayed out from the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the monster suspected of being a fishman. The surface of the body expanded a little and then sunk inward, losing a lot of darkness. Green scales.

After its whole body twitched a few times, it completely lost its movement. Lumian retracted his gaze, turned his gaze to the figures chasing after him, and casually raised his hands.

In order to relieve the corrosive pain caused by the dark green liquid, he was slightly injured. After all, he had been bombarded with heavy punches just now.

Every time he comes into contact with the other party's dark green scales and viscous liquid, the time is very short.

Soon, those figures arrived. They were all dressed as sailors at this gas lamppost.

The leader was a Southern Continent mixed-race man with pigtails and brown skin.

He was in his thirties and had thick lips. He first glanced at the fish-man monster lying silently on the ground, and then looked at Lumian with surprise, suspicion and fear.

After a few seconds of silence, the pigtailed sailor said in a deep voice with vigilant eyes: "This is the fishman we caught at sea. He was injured by it and escaped."

It is indeed a fish man, has he really been caught? Why not just turn it into various materials and move it to Trier without risking it to stay alive?

Lumian muttered something silently, then asked with a smile: "Are you going to apologize for it and pay me mental damages to appease my frightened mind?"

The leading sailor and his companions looked at each other, unable to grasp the true thoughts of the young man in front of them. At this moment, the sound of neat running was heard in the distance, mixed with the sound of friction and collision of firearms.

They were the patrol soldiers who rushed over after hearing the screams.

The sailor with many pigtails felt nervous, and while subconsciously grabbing the monster's body, he observed Lumian's reaction and planned to stop trying as soon as the other party showed a dissatisfied look.

At the same time, he kept saying: "No problem, we have no problem." What he meant was that we would pay for mental damages.

Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the extraordinary characteristics extracted from the fish-men, but the monster was too weak. He couldn't get interested and took the risk to discuss the distribution plan with these guys. It was not worthy of Shadow at all. branches.

If these guys who work rough and ignore traces are lucky enough to get rid of the official tracking, and can still get involved again, they can just charge some mental damage fees.

Lumian watched the group of sailors take away the fish-man monster, and he walked forward as before.

Not long after, several patrolling soldiers caught up with him, examined his condition, and asked him if he had encountered anything unusual.

Lumian pointed in the direction where the group of sailors left in an unusually candid manner: "I heard screams and saw a group of people running away in that direction. They looked like they were wearing sailor's clothes."

The sergeant leading the patrol nodded with satisfaction and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome, this is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian responded with a smile.

Soon, the other soldiers discovered traces of corrosion and multiple scales on the ground, as well as drops of viscous liquid that had not completely evaporated. They followed them and pursued them into the dock.

Lumian clicked his tongue and continued walking to the public carriage stop. He heard a burst of moderate applause.

Lumian turned his head nervously and saw a person sitting on the cargo boxes piled not far away. At some point, he sat down.

The man had scorched eyebrows, hair of the same color, and dark blue but bright eyes. He was wearing a linen shirt, a brown waistcoat, and a pair of black leather boots hanging over deep trousers.

Lumian was shocked and recognized the identity of the other party: Flame Danitz, a great pirate second only to several pirate kings.

Lumian immediately calmed down, because the other party had another identity: he was no longer a pirate, and was now the envoy of Mr. Fool.

As the holder of the Minor Arcana, Lumian believed that as long as he revealed his identity, the other party would definitely not embarrass him.

Blazing Danitz looked at Lumian for a few seconds, then easily jumped from the top of the pile of wooden boxes to the ground.

He laughed twice and said leisurely: "In a very short period of time, he can choose the most effective, most targeted, and most likely to quickly eliminate the prey's attack method, which perfectly avoids random people and has a body surface defense strengthened by scales. , your battle wisdom is quite good, I appreciate it very much."

"How about it, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?"