Chapter 516: Giant Waves

Lumian thought about it again and felt that there might not necessarily be other major trouble.

Because Philip could only conclude that some major trouble was hidden on the ship based on the reaction of "Bone-Breaker" Luo Lei, and he knew which passengers or crew members might have problems and which were more suspicious, but he wasn't certain who the real major trouble was, nor did he dare to be certain. Therefore, his suspects were not necessarily the hidden major trouble; the person sitting next to him was more likely to be it.

In other words, it was more likely that the major trouble truly existed and was Lumian himself and his newly recognized godson, Ludwig, but Philip didn't know this and had excluded them, wrongly regarding others as suspects.

"Except for me and Ludwig, regardless of whether there is other major trouble, what Philip just said was indeed correct. Before the major trouble shows signs of erupting, it is best not to investigate, not to provoke, and to pretend to be blind, deaf, and mute, waiting for the other party to successfully reach the destination and leave the 'Flying Bird'..."

"Hmm, the premise for doing this is that there is currently no situation where abnormalities are spreading; otherwise, I still have to find a way to solve it as soon as possible. Sometimes, it's not that you pretend not to see it, and it won't worsen. The disaster in Cordu Village is a bloody lesson..." Lumian thought as he sighed softly.

He turned his body to the side, also reached out his right palm, shook hands briefly with Philip, and said with a smile on his face:

"I'm very glad we could reach a consensus."

Philip quietly breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his right hand, and gulped down more than half a glass of golden wheat beer.

He had previously been quite worried that a guy like Louis Berry, who used a fake identity and was a suspected wanted criminal, would have a stubborn personality and like to take risks, and would very likely not listen to his advice and insist on finding out what the major trouble that scared away the "Black Octopus" was.

It would be bad if such a guy died because of this and dragged everyone else into danger.

But now it seemed that Louis Berry was the kind of young person who could be communicated with.

While Philip drank the remaining beer, he kept finding reasons for himself to relax:

The Misty Sea Islands and the Republic were actually not far apart; otherwise, they wouldn't have become Intis's first overseas colony. The "Flying Bird" didn't need to stop at other ports for supplies midway and could arrive directly.

If the weather conditions were fine, then by tomorrow evening, the "Flying Bird" should be able to dock at the capital of the Misty Sea Islands, "Faling." If they encountered quite bad weather and needed to slow down or change routes to find another port to take shelter, they could arrive by noon the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Perhaps that major trouble would get off the ship at Faling Port?

In such a short time of about a day, even if abnormalities were spreading in the dark, they wouldn't erupt.

Just endure it and it will pass!

After admonishing Lumian, Philip put his arm around his lover, Gochia, stepped down from the high stool, and left the noisy, bustling bar.

Lumian continued to drink the Lie Lang Qi in his hand, his mood seemingly unaffected at all.

He asked the bartender, Francesco, with a smile:

"I heard that many Feynapotters are quite homesick. Even if they have to go out to make a living, they will often go back, or write letters, or send telegrams. You actually chose to go abroad, and it's to work on a ship that is very difficult to contact the outside world."

Francesco raised his left hand and gestured as he said:

"I love my home very much, but in this kind of family where several generations live together, there are always all kinds of problems and contradictions. My grandmother is a very wise woman who manages the family very well, but for young people, it is still too oppressive. There are too many elders who will teach you their life experiences."

"Moreover, my home is in Santa Port, and the 'Flying Bird' goes there almost every month. For me, this is both work and a journey home."

It's the same as what that book introducing Feynapotter customs and culture said... Feynapotters like to have several generations live together, forming a large family. And in such a large family, the woman with the highest seniority who has given birth to children is the natural matriarch, leading the affairs of the entire family, regardless of whether her husband is still alive... From a religious sense, such a woman is equivalent to the incarnation of the Earth Mother in the family... Lumian chatting with the bartender, Francesco, was not just for relaxation.

Firstly, he wanted to understand the situation of different passengers through the mouth of this bartender. After all, his final destination was Santa Port, and it would take five or six days to arrive. Paying attention to the various details of the "Flying Bird" was very important. Secondly, it was to verify the knowledge in the books and master the customs and culture of the Feynapotter Kingdom. Otherwise, when he arrived at Santa Port and really discovered contradictions that conflicted with local customs, he would miss them because of his lack of understanding.

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A peaceful night. Except for the child getting up twice in the middle of the night to eat and making chewing sounds, Lumian didn't hear any abnormal movements. The slight swaying of the ship and the sound of waves coming from outside the window created a very good atmosphere for sleep.

Just when he felt that the "Flying Bird" would successfully arrive at the capital of the Misty Sea Islands, Faling Port, in the evening, the weather suddenly changed.

The ocean, which had originally only been filled with thin mist, suddenly boiled, and giant waves like mountain peaks rose one after another.

The "Flying Bird" rose and fell in the waves, no longer having the feeling of a behemoth.

Now it was more like a leaf between the sky and the earth, a toy in the hands of the ocean giant, tiny, fragile, and likely to capsize at any time.

Corresponding to these giant waves was not a scene like a dark night, nor was there a downpour of rain. Except for the howling wind and the mist at high altitudes being blown away, it actually revealed a deep blue sky.

The sailor in the lookout tower slid down directly along a rope and raised the telescope in his hand toward Philip on the deck:

"Boss, these waves aren't right!"

"Only our area has such big waves; everywhere else is very calm!"

"There's no downpour here either!"

Philip, hugging Gochia, who was scared pale and trembling by the power of heaven and earth, instinctively frowned.

Abnormal waves?

Caused by that major trouble?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the "Flying Bird" was thrown into mid-air by a giant wave and then fell onto another wave.

This brought extremely terrifying jolts and swaying, and many passengers screamed in fear and cried out.

They felt that the "Flying Bird" was about to capsize and that they were about to encounter a shipwreck.

Lugano, in Room 5 of the first-class cabin, grabbed the window frame and watched the dining table slide to the other side, his expression quite determined.

What he thought was that if the "Flying Bird" really couldn't hold on, Lumian Lee would definitely take him and Ludwig and "teleport" directly to Faling Port.

Lumian looked at the calm blue ocean beyond the several giant waves and smelled an abnormal aura.

He didn't hesitate and took out the "Spectator's Glasses" from the "Traveler's Bag" to see what hidden problems had brought about this "natural disaster."

After the tea-colored gold-rimmed glasses were placed on Lumian's nose bridge, he felt a familiar dizziness and saw various scenes around him concentrated in front of his eyes in a chaotic way:

Philip, who was thrown up by the giant wave on the deck and urgently grabbed a rope, fell heavily with Gochia. In order to protect his new lover, this security chief took the initiative to let himself be underneath, falling with a bang, while his palm was rubbed raw by the rope, with blood seeping out;

In the restaurant, plates and knives and forks flew up, and several customers were thrown to the surroundings;

In a certain room, a female figure sat by the window, seemingly sobbing, but she was blurry overall, and her specific appearance couldn't be seen clearly;

The boiler room was covered with spilled coal, and a large number of shellfish-like creatures were crawling on the bottom of the ship, dense and heart-palpitating;

And under the blue seawater, a strange fish was looking up at the rising and falling "Flying Bird"!

It was the size of a common shark, its gray-black body surface was not covered with scales, but replaced by one round meat ball after another. Some of those meat balls flickered with starlight-like micro-light, connected to each other, forming strange symbols. There was a pair of eyes on each side of its face, and its extended mouth was as sharp as a flagpole.

Surrounding this strange fish were many similar fish, as if forming a group.

Lumian suddenly took off the "Spectator's Glasses," and while stuffing it into the "Traveler's Bag," he panted heavily.

He initially suspected that the strange fish had created this giant wave natural disaster without obvious weather—it was hard to say whether the raging wind was brought by the giant waves that kept rising and falling, or if it was the cause of all this.

Considering that the strange fish was submerged under the water, Lumian gave up the idea of using a giant fireball to guide the "Flying Bird's" artillery group to bombard that sea area.

He directly activated the black mark on his right shoulder and "teleported" to the nearby sea area he had just seen.

During this process, he took out the blackened bone flute with multiple dark red holes.

This is the "Hateful Movement" from General Philip!

Lumian's figure was outlined in mid-air, and while falling downward, he brought the blackened bone flute to his lips.

When he was in Cordu Village, he had learned how to play the flute from the shepherds, and he had been recalling and reviewing it these past few days. At this time, he steadily played a melody that drifted melodiously, as if missing his hometown.

This was the tune that the shepherds who changed pastures liked the most.

The fireballs that kept exploding dully stirred up wind and waves, slowing down Lumian's fall, and amidst the flute sound, the movement that seemed to ring from the depths of the river of fate penetrated the seawater and drilled into the "ears" of the strange fish below and its companions.

Suddenly, the strange fish froze, and the giant waves like mountain peaks fell, but no new ones were generated.

Bang, bang, bang, the smaller fish surrounding the strange fish either had their heads burst, or crazily besieged their companions, or died directly and floated to the water surface.

Lumian's falling speed suddenly accelerated, and his feet, legs, and body were submerged into the cold seawater one after another.

He was still playing the shepherds' melody of longing, feeling the seawater reach his neck, about to submerge his mouth.

The next second, dark red fresh blood flowed out from the shark-sized strange fish's four eyes and different lumps.

The terrifying giant waves quickly subsided.

Lumian, with only half his head above the water surface, put down the bone flute, smiled, and used "Spirit World Traversal" again.

Cough, cough, cough! When his figure returned to Room 5 of the first-class cabin, he kept spitting out fishy and salty seawater from his mouth.

In order to make the effect of the music good enough, he finished playing too late and inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of seawater. At the same time, he was worried that too much movement would affect the "teleportation," so he endured it until he returned before choking it out.

Is this also a manifestation of bad luck? Lumian thought naturally.

Lugano looked at him, who was soaking wet, and was stunned for a moment before saying:

"Solved?"

"Looks like it." Lumian responded with a smile.

His shoes and trouser legs had many broken and charred marks, and seawater kept dripping down.

Just at this time, the passengers and crew members who discovered that the giant waves had subsided burst into cheers all over the "Flying Bird":

"Praise the Sun!"

"Steam is above!"

"Thanks to the Mother of All Things!"

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 517 =====