Chapter 520: The Merchant's Commission

16 Coreas Street.

Lumian stood not far from the door, pressed the golden straw hat on his head, looked at Fidel Gra sitting behind the desk, and smiled impolitely:

"The speed at which you made your decision is faster than I imagined."

Fidel, who had some characteristics of a Feynapotter, turned his head to look at Rodi and sighed softly:

"I didn't expect my servant to be the leader of a scam group."

"Perhaps the salary you paid him didn't match the life he saw every day, leading him step by step toward the abyss." Lumian habitually retorted.

Fidel didn't mention this matter again and examined Lumian for a few seconds:

"Was your performance in the bar just to trick such a fool?"

"Thanks to them for contributing nearly 1,000 Felkins to me. It seems that the profession of scamming has a bright future in Faling Port." Lumian didn't feel ashamed of his robbery at all.

This made Rodi extremely remorseful, as if countless small insects were gnawing at his soul.

Fidel nodded and said:

"What do you want to buy?"

"A bottle of venom from a Colorful-Bearded Horned Lizard." Lumian put on an indifferent attitude, as if he was using such a transaction to test the waters.

Isn't it the human-lion brain? Rodi, who was listening, was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he deeply doubted whether he was the scammer, or the man opposite him.

Fidel, wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, thought for a moment and said:

"I don't have it now, but I can help you get it. This might take two to three days."

"The specific price, I don't know, it depends on the seller. According to my experience, it ranges from 3,000 to 4,000 Felkins. How about it, do you need me to help you collect it?"

"No problem." Lumian opened his arms slightly, "Praise the Sun, you are really a kind person."

Fidel frowned slightly, suspecting that the other party was mocking him.

He responded with an unchanging expression:

"I am not a kind person, I am just a businessman. Why not do a transaction that can make money?"

"Moreover, I like dealing with adventurers like you. Some things, it's not convenient for me to do, I can only provide money and resources, but you can do it."

Speaking of this, Fidel asked with a smile:

"Are you not worried that what I sell you is fake? Do you have a way to determine the truth on the spot?"

Lumian laughed:

"I know you live here, that's enough."

"Big merchant Fidel being shot to death with six shots for faking a transaction of a few thousand Felkins is not a decent news."

He didn't say whether he could determine the truth of the Colorful-Bearded Horned Lizard venom on the spot.

Fidel watched Lumian for a few seconds with no change in expression, and suddenly curled his lips:

"I don't know how long it has been since someone threatened me like this to my face."

"Do you want to know what happened to those people later?"

"Do you want to know if I dare to do it now?" Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly. Although his smile didn't decrease, it made the atmosphere of the entire study freeze.

He stared at Fidel without any retreat.

After a long while, Fidel sighed without anger:

"Your style is very similar to someone, the legendary person, that great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow."

"Yes, I am imitating him." Lumian admitted frankly.

Fidel laughed:

"Imitating his madness? In other words, you are actually a calm, rational, and cunning person?"

"No." Lumian shook his head and said with a smile on his lips, "If I didn't imitate him, I would be 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:

"Sure enough, it's a young man. The vigor makes even an old guy like me a little jealous."

"Do you want to take a commission from me? It can both let you earn a sum of money and help you become famous at sea in a very short time like Gehrman Sparrow."

"What commission?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on his head.

"Kill a pirate, 'Black Viscount' Klass Kiz, captain of the 'Kinniposs,' bounty 65,000 Felkins." Fidel introduced slowly, "He used to be the third mate of the 'Twilight King' Bratov, later left the fleet, and came out to loot by himself. Four months ago, in the private port of Saint Tick Island, he snatched a batch of goods from me. That batch of goods must have been sold by now. I don't hope to find it back, I just want him to die, let everyone at sea know that those who snatch my, Fidel's, goods must die."

"What if the 'Twilight King' snatched it?" Lumian asked in a playful tone.

Fidel fell silent instantly.

After a few seconds, he ignored Lumian's question and continued:

"I will regularly provide Kiz's intelligence, including his characteristics, his strength, where his ship appears, and his whereabouts on shore, and pay an additional 25,000 Felkins as remuneration."

"If you can kill Kiz, I will also help you get the full bounty as soon as possible through my channels, help you spread your name, and all of Kiz's belongings will belong to you."

"How about it, as long as you kill Kiz, you will be one of the most famous adventurers at sea."

25,000 extra remuneration and intelligence support... Lumian thought for a while and asked with a smile:

"How many adventurers have you said this to?"

"Seven or eight, all of whom I think highly of." Fidel answered frankly, "There is no penalty for mission failure, as long as you can survive."

In other words, it doesn't matter if you take the mission and don't do it? Lumian muttered in his heart and nodded:

"Hunting pirates is the cause of every adventurer."

Seeing that the transaction had been reached verbally, Fidel opened the drawer, took out a cowhide file bag, and threw it directly to Lumian.

Lumian caught it with one hand, bypassed the thin thread, pulled out the information inside, and flipped through it simply.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Fidel:

"Is Kiz in Faling Port recently?"

"Yes, I am very sure about this intelligence, but I don't know where he is hiding yet." Fidel nodded lightly.

After agreeing to come and see if the Colorful-Bearded Horned Lizard venom had arrived and if there was any latest intelligence on the "Black Viscount" in two days, Lumian left 16 Coreas Street and walked toward the port.

Rodi, who was trembling and very scared, thought his master would give him a severe punishment, but Fidel just waved his palm:

"You go back to the room to repent first."

"Yes, Mr. Gra." Rodi breathed a sigh of relief quietly, 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 couldn't help but tremble.

The darkness around him instantly became thick.

Through the dim light, he saw something seemingly crawling out from behind his shadow.

Rodi opened his mouth in horror, trying to call for help, but he could no longer make a sound.

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Lumian didn't return directly to the "Flying Bird," but walked toward a street he had just passed in the night that was gradually cooling down.

There was a very simple church there, the Church of the "Fool."

Lumian had seen the "Fool" holy emblem on the bell tower from afar before and decided to come and pray when he returned.

Sure enough, the faith of Mr. "Fool" mainly spreads on the sea. Faling Port, as an Intis colony, also has a church, and it seems there is 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 twenty or thirty people suspected to be homeless were sleeping on the edge of the spacious hall. Some of them brought their own tattered quilts, and some curled up their bodies, relying only on their clothes to keep warm.

The Misty Sea Islands in this season wouldn't freeze homeless people to death, but the rain was abundant and could fall at any time. Having a place to shelter from the wind and rain to sleep was the dream of many homeless people, and the "Fool" church seemed to let the homeless people come in to rest.

When I was homeless before, if I really encountered bad weather, or couldn't find food for several days, I would also go to the churches of the two major churches to try my luck. If the bishop or priest was not bad, they would not only provide a dinner but also give a place to sleep for a night, but I had to leave quickly after dawn, otherwise I would be sent to that kind of bad relief center... Lumian recalled the past, found a place to sit down, and prayed attentively.

The "Fool" church at night was very quiet. Sometimes people came in, prayed for a while, and left. Some of them were dressed as merchants, some looked like sailors, and some vaguely revealed the temperament of pirates, but none of them destroyed this peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

Lumian actually didn't know what to pray for. When he occasionally went to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church before, he just repeated parts of the scriptures in his heart, made one wish after another, and asked for corresponding protection. What if it came true?

And now he knew that this had no effect or meaning, and he didn't have so many wishes.

Most importantly, Lumian had only heard the preaching of the clergy of the "Fool" church two or three times. The scripture content he could recall was only the eight angels part and the description of Mr. "Fool's" authority. Now he couldn't think of these, right?

Finally, Lumian chose to recount the journey of this period, starting from leaving Trier until arriving at Faling Port.

His mood gradually calmed down and became peaceful.

"May Mr. 'Fool' protect, may all disasters be resolved, may Aurora be resurrected..." After about a quarter of an hour, Lumian ended his prayer and made a simple wish.

He had just stood up when a loud bang came from afar. The glass of the "Fool" church all made a clattering sound, and the house rattled and swayed a few times.

Lumian raised his eyebrows. Amidst the blank expressions of the awakened homeless people, he walked to the door and looked at the direction the sound came from.

He saw rolling smoke and flames rising in the area where the Viceroy's Mansion was located, rushing into the high sky, illuminating the surroundings.

Lumian couldn't help but raise his right hand, touch his chin, and whisper silently:

"This shouldn't have anything to do with my arrival, right?"

Faling Port seems to have had a big incident.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 521 =====