Chapter 521 Merchant's Commission Correas Street 16. Lumian stood not far from the door, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, looked at Fidel Gra who was sitting behind the desk, and smiled impolitely: "You made your decision faster than I thought." Fidel, who had some characteristics of a Fenaporter, glanced at Rody and sighed softly: "I didn't expect my waiter to be the leader of a fraud gang." "Perhaps the salary you gave him didn't match the life he saw every day, which led him step by step to the abyss." Lumian retorted habitually. Fidel did not mention the matter again. He looked at Lumian for a few seconds and said: "Your performance in the bar was just to trick idiots like this?" "Thanks to them for contributing nearly 1000 Felkin to me. It seems that the profession of fraud has a bright future in Farin Port." Lumian did not feel ashamed of his robbery at all. Hearing this made Roddy feel extremely regretful, as if countless small insects were gnawing at his soul.
Fidel nodded and said: "What do you want to buy from me?" "A bottle of colorful bearded horned lizard venom." Lumian acted nonchalant, as if he was testing the waters with this deal. Isn't it the brain of a lion? Rody, who was listening, was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he deeply doubted whether he was a scammer or the man opposite him. Fidel, who was wearing a white shirt and brown vest, thought for a moment and said: “I don’t have it right now, but I can get it for you, it might take two or three days. "I don't know the exact price, it depends on the seller. According to my experience, it ranges from 3000 to 4000 Felkin. How about it, do you need me to help you collect it?" "No problem." Lumian said, opening his arms slightly. "Praise the sun, you are such a kind person." Fidel frowned slightly, suspecting that the other party was mocking him. He responded without changing his expression: “I’m not a kind person, I’m just a businessman, why not do a deal that can make money? "Besides, I really like dealing with adventurers like you. There are some things that I can't do and can only give money and resources, but you can do it." At this point, Fidel smiled and asked: "Aren't you worried that what I sold you was a fake? Do you have a way to confirm the authenticity on the spot?" Lumian smiled: “I know you live here, and that’s enough. "It is not decent news that the big businessman Fidel was shot to death six times because of fraudulent transactions worth thousands of Fidel gold." He didn't say whether he could confirm the authenticity of the venom on the spot. Fidel stared at Lumian for a few seconds without any change in expression, then suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said: “I don’t know how long it’s been since someone threatened me in person like this. "Do you want to know what happened to those people?" “Do you want to know if I dare to do it now?” Lumian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although his smile remained, the atmosphere in the entire study room froze.
He looked Fidel in the eye without yielding. After a long while, Fidel sighed without anger: "Your style is very similar to that of a person, the legendary person, the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow." "Yes, I'm imitating him," Lumian admitted frankly. Fidel laughed: "Imitate his madness? In other words, you are actually a calm, rational, and cunning person?" “No.” Lumian shook his head and said with a smile, “If I don’t imitate him, I will become even crazier.” The atmosphere in the study froze again. Fidel picked up the bone china cup and drank a sip of the fragrant black tea: "You are indeed a young man, your vitality makes an old guy like me a little jealous. "Would you like to accept my commission? It can not only make you some money, but also help you become famous on the sea in a short time like Gehrman Sparrow." "What commission?" Lumian asked, pressing the golden straw hat on his head. "Kill a pirate, 'Black Lord' Kras Kizz, captain of the 'Ginnipos', bounty Felkins." Fidel introduced slowly, "He used to be the third mate of 'Twilight King' Bulatov, but later left the fleet and went out to plunder. Four months ago, he stole a batch of my goods at the private port of Saintik Island. The goods must have been sold now. I don't expect to get them back. I just want him to die, so that everyone on the sea will know that anyone who steals my goods must die." "Did the 'Twilight King' rob it?" Lumian asked in a joking tone. Fidele was silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he ignored Lumian's question and continued: “I will provide you with regular intelligence on Kizz, including his characteristics, his strength, where his ships appear, and his whereabouts on the shore, and I will pay you another Felgin as a reward. “If you can kill Kiz, I will use my channels to help you get the full bounty as soon as possible, help you spread your reputation, and all of Kiz’s relics will belong to you. "Well, as long as you kill Kiz, you will be one of the most famous adventurers on the sea." An additional reward of and intelligence support... Lumian thought about it and asked with a smile: "How many adventurers have you told this?" "Seven or eight, all of whom I am optimistic about." Fidel answered calmly, "There is no punishment for mission failure, as long as you can survive." In other words, it doesn't matter if I accept the mission or not? Lumian muttered to himself, then nodded and said: "Hunting pirates is every adventurer's business." Seeing that the deal had been reached verbally, Fidel opened the drawer, took out a brown paper document bag, and threw it directly to Lumian. Lumian caught it with one hand, untied the thin wire, pulled out the information inside, and briefly flipped through it. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Fidel: "Kiz is in Farin Harbor recently?" "Yes, I am very sure of this information, but I don't know where he is hiding." Fidel nodded slightly. After agreeing to go two days later to see if the venom of the colorful bearded lizard had arrived and to see if there was any new information on the "Black Lord", Lumian left No. 16 Correas Street and headed towards the port.
The trembling Roddy thought his master would give him a severe punishment, but Fidel just waved his hand and said: "Go back to your room and repent first." "Yes, Mr. Gra." Roddy breathed a sigh of relief, left the study, and returned to the second floor along the dimly lit stairs. As he walked, he suddenly felt a chill and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. The darkness around him suddenly became thicker. In the dim light, he saw something coming out from behind his shadow. Roddy opened his mouth in horror and tried to call for help, but he could no longer make any sound. ………… Lumian did not go back to the "Virgo" directly. Instead, he walked towards a street he had just passed in the gradually cooler night. There is a very simple church there, which is the church of "fools". Lumian had seen the holy emblem of the Fool on the bell tower from afar and decided to pray on his way back. As expected, Mr. Fool’s beliefs were mainly spread on the sea. As an Intis colony, Farin Port also had a church, and it seemed that there was more than one... Lumian stared at the yellowish light in the church for a while, took off the golden straw hat on his head, and walked in. He saw at a glance that there were twenty or thirty people who looked like homeless people sleeping at the edge of the wide hall. Some of them brought their own tattered quilts, while others curled up and kept warm only with their clothes. The foggy sea islands in this season will not freeze the homeless to death, but there is plenty of rain and it may fall at any time. Having a place to sleep in the wind and rain is the dream of many homeless people, and the "Fool" Church seems to allow homeless people to come in and rest. When I was wandering, if I encountered bad weather or couldn't find food for several days, I would try my luck in the churches of the two major churches. If the bishop or priest was a good person, he would not only provide a dinner, but also give me a place to sleep for the night. However, I had to leave quickly after dawn, otherwise I would be sent to a bad relief center... Lumian recalled the past, found a place to sit down, and prayed attentively. The "Fool" Church is very quiet at night. Sometimes people come in, pray for a while and leave. Some of them are dressed like businessmen, some like sailors, and some have a vague pirate temperament, but none of them destroys the peaceful and quiet atmosphere. Lumian actually didn’t know what to pray for. When he occasionally went to the “Eternal Sun” Church in the past, he would just repeat part of the content of the holy book in his mind, make one wish after another, and ask for corresponding blessings. What if one of them came true? But now he knows that this is of no use and meaning, and he doesn't have so many wishes anymore. The most important thing is that Lumian has only heard the sermons of the clergy of the Church of the Fool two or three times, and the only content of the holy scriptures he can recall is the part about the eight angels and the description of Mr. Fool's authority. He can't think about these things now, right? Finally, Lumian chose to recount the entire journey, from leaving Trier to arriving at the port of Farin. His mood gradually calmed down and became peaceful. “May Mr. Fool bless me, may all disasters be resolved, may Auror be resurrected…” About a quarter of an hour later, Lumian finished his prayer and made a simple wish. He had just stood up when a loud bang was heard in the distance. All the glass in the Church of Fools shattered, and the house clanged and shook a few times. Lumian raised his eyebrows, and amid the confused expressions of the awakened homeless people, he walked to the door and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He saw thick smoke and flames rising from the area where the Governor's Palace was located, rushing high into the sky and illuminating the surroundings. Lumian couldn't help but raise his right hand, touched his chin, and said silently to himself: "This should have nothing to do with my arrival, right?" It seems that something big has happened in Farin Port. (End of this chapter)