Chapter 295 Holy Communion (ask for guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month) Thermipoulos fell silent and made no further sound. Lumian continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and the general situation of the Church of Fools. He therefore learned that there was a continent in this world called "Land Forsaken by the Gods", a place cursed and exiled by the gods. The gods abandoned that continent, but Mr. Fool did not. He sent out the "Angel of Redemption" Gehrman Sparrow to lead the surviving humans in the lost city-states out of the "God-forsaken Land" and rebuild their homes on the islands in the sea. Therefore, the current headquarters of the Church of Fools is in the New Silver City in the Sonia Sea. The other two holy places are also located in that sea area, namely Crescent City and Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands. Lumian listened with great interest and gained a preliminary understanding of the Church of Fools. After the sermon, the bishop and several priests distributed Holy Communion. It was a cup of relatively transparent colorless liquid and a giant fruit shell covered with burnt marks.
Lumian picked up the glass first and took a sip. He found that the liquid inside tasted slightly sweet, very much like dairy products, but more fragrant. Then he used a wooden spoon to scoop up the food inside the giant shell. As soon as he put the food into his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression: It's meat! Isn't this too luxurious? The Eucharist of the Church of the Eternal Sun cannot do this; it is just red wine and unleavened bread. Lumian perked up and chewed the food in his mouth with great interest. He found it delicious, with the texture of meat and the sweetness and sourness of fruit. It even exuded a strange fragrance. It was completely different from the common dishes in Trier. While he was eating, he listened to the bishop's introduction to the origin of the Eucharist: That was the favorite food of the "Angel of Redemption" German Sparrow when he was still walking on the earth. He was the horn of the Lord, preaching the Lord's oracles. The liquid is called "Teyana", which is named after a giant fruit that is unique to the Rorsted Islands and is squeezed from its pulp. The husks of the tyana fruit, which have lost most of their pulp, are stuffed with pounded lamb and fish and eventually baked into the sacramental "tyativa". Of course, it is impossible for the Church of Fools to transport such giant fruits from the Rorsted Islands to Trier just for distributing Holy Communion. This would require crossing three oceans, and even the greenest fruits would ripen and rot, wasting money and resources. With the help of a botanist, the Church of the Fool cultivated an improved version of the Tejana tree that can grow and bear fruit in southern Intis, and has a stronger milk flavor. "This is delicious food with a maritime feel... If Mr. Fool's church had not been unable to go out to preach, I wonder how many people would have converted to this kind of communion... That's not good either, too many people believing in Mr. Fool would make the cost of the communion astronomical..." After worrying about the Fool's church for a few seconds, Lumian, who hadn't had dinner yet, ate up all the Teyativa and finally gulped down the Teyana juice. “Praise the Fool!” Lumian stood up and bowed with extraordinary sincerity, then slowly left the church illuminated by candlelight and walked into the night outside. Under the light from 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 dock, intending to take a public carriage to the boulevard area. Lavigne was much quieter at this time, with only groups of sailors occasionally passing by, singing or shouting. Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away and someone screamed. As the screams echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed. He turned sideways and made way for me, as if I were just a passerby. However, if the other person is disgusting or has done something bad and is being chased by his victim, Lumian doesn't mind stretching out his right foot and tripping him, if for no other reason than to enjoy the fun.
In just a few breaths, the figure had run to the edge of the street lamp, which made Lumian's eyebrows twitch. So fast! Not like an ordinary human being! The next second, he used the light from the gas street lamp to see the figure's specific appearance clearly: That's not a human, it's a monster! Only its wrinkled head looked like a human. It was wearing a torn linen shirt and brown trousers. All exposed parts of its body were covered with dark green scales. Its feet were bare. There was a thin and tough membrane between its toes, which oozed slippery dark green mucus. Its palms and mouth were covered in blood. Lumian, who had seen many monsters in the ruins of Cordu Village, did not panic, but only frowned slightly: This is very similar to the fishman mentioned in the occult magazine. Its dark green scales seem to have strong defensive capabilities... As Lumian's thoughts raced, the monster also saw him retreating to the side of the road, and his bulging eyes became more violent and crazy. It suddenly turned sideways and pounced on Lumian. Lumian instantly arched his body, and instead of retreating, he advanced and rushed in front of the monster that looked like a fishman. boom! His right hand, clenched into a fist, struck the target's abdomen hard with sparks. Then he lowered his body and crawled under the armpit of the monster covered with dark green scales and oozing disgusting liquid, avoiding the opponent's counterattack and successfully changing his position to come behind the attacker. Lumian turned around quickly, swung his arms, and punched the fish-man-like monster from behind with his fists emitting sparks of fire, knocking it to the ground. The sound of clanging echoed, and Lumian put away his hands, stopped attacking, and looked quietly at the body that was still struggling and leaving many corrosion marks on the ground. A dull "faint" explosion sounded, and a few red sparks spurted out of the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the monster that looked like a fishman. Its body surface swelled a little and then sank inward, and a lot of dark green scales fell off. After its body twitched a few times, it completely lost movement. Lumian withdrew his gaze and cast his eyes on the figures chasing after him, and casually swung his hands to relieve the corrosive pain caused by the dark green liquid. He was only slightly injured. After all, he was bombarded with heavy punches continuously, and each contact with the opponent's dark green scales and sticky liquid was very short. Soon, the figures arrived at the gas lamp pole. They were all dressed like sailors, and the leader was a mixed-race kid from the Southern Continent with pigtails and a brown complexion. He was in his thirties, with thick lips. He first glanced at the fish-man-shaped monster lying silently on the ground, then looked at Lumian with surprise, suspicion and fear. After a few seconds of silence, the sailor with pigtails looked alert and said in a deep voice: "This is the fishman we caught at sea. It injured one of our buddies, but he escaped." It really is a fishman... Did they really catch it? Why not just turn it into various materials and transport it to Trier, instead of risking it alive? Lumian muttered silently, then asked with a smile: "Are you going to apologize on its behalf and give me compensation for mental damage to comfort my frightened heart?" 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 orderly running came from the distance, mixed with the noise of guns rubbing and colliding. Those were patrolling soldiers who came over after hearing the screams. The sailor with many braids felt nervous and subconsciously tried to grab the monster's body while observing Lumian's reaction, intending to stop trying if the other party showed dissatisfaction. At the same time, he kept saying:
"No problem, we have no problem." He meant that we would pay compensation for mental damage. Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the Beyonder characteristics extracted from the fishman, but the monster was too weak, and he was not interested in taking the risk to discuss the distribution plan with these guys. It doesn't even deserve to be called "Shadow Branch"! If these guys who do things in a rough way and don't care about traces are lucky enough to escape the official pursuit and meet them again, we can just charge them some compensation for mental damage. Lumian watched as the sailors carried away the fish-man monster, and then he walked forward a little, just like 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 the sailors left with unusual candor: "I heard screams and saw a group of people running in that direction. They were wearing what looked like sailors' clothes." The sergeant leading the patrol nodded with satisfaction and said: "thanks for your cooperation." "You're welcome. This is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian responded with a smile. Soon, the remaining soldiers discovered traces of corrosion and scales on the ground, as well as drops of sticky liquid that had not completely evaporated. They followed them and chased into the dock. Lumian uttered a "tsk" and continued walking towards the stagecoach stop. Clap, clap, clap. He heard a not-so-enthusiastic applause. Lumian turned his head nervously and saw that a person had sat on a cargo box piled not far away. The man had burnt yellow eyebrows and hair of the same color. His eyes were deep blue but bright. He wore a linen shirt and a brown waistcoat, with a pair of black leather boots hanging from his dark brown trousers. Lumian was startled and recognized the other party's identity: “Flame” Danitz, a great pirate second only to a few pirate kings! Lumian calmed down immediately, because the other party had another identity: He is no longer a pirate, but now is Mr. Fool's messenger! As the holder of the Minor Arcana, Lumian believed that as long as he revealed his identity, the other party would definitely not make things difficult for him. “Flame” 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: "You were able to choose the most effective, targeted, and likely most effective way to kill your prey in a very short period of time, and perfectly avoided the enemy's body defenses that were reinforced by its scales. Your combat wisdom is quite good, and I admire it. "How about it, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?" PS: All the updates for today are here, please give me your guaranteed monthly pass~ (End of this chapter)