Chapter 521: Daily Affair

Looking at the fire in the Black Pearl District, Lu Mian fell into deep thought.

As a "Conspirator", he subconsciously analyzed the potential possible reasons:

First, one can rule out the resistance army and national independence forces, because such organizations do not exist in the Mist Sea Islands. This is Intis's first overseas colony. Whether it is the erosion of religious culture or the absorption and accommodation of islanders, successive governments have worked hard. Coupled with the policies formulated by Emperor Roselle, this place is almost equivalent to an overseas province of Intis with looser laws and worse public security, and the islanders have long had no original faith and regard themselves as citizens of the frontier regions of Intis who are subject to discrimination.

This is no different in essence from the Lim people in the south of Intis and the Sawa people in the east being discriminated against. Anyway, Trier citizens look down on all outsiders equally, just relatively more vigilant against islanders who like to engage in scams and act as thugs.

Is it an infighting triggered by pirate trade, or did those organizations in the Southern Continent that want to overthrow colonial rule choose to make some trouble in the Mist Sea Islands? Or, did some ambitious guys follow evil gods? Lu Mian's thoughts turned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-giant over two meters five tall wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat coming out of the room on the side of the church.

He said to the prayer-goers and homeless people who were either blank or terrified:

"Don't worry, the Lord will protect everyone.

"You stay here, don't go out, wait for the riot to subside, there won't be any danger."

"Praise the Fool!" The believers of the "Fool" church found support, and they all put their hands on their chests and saluted.

Their expressions eased, and they clearly gained more sense of security.

The homeless people looked at each other, and none of them chose to leave.

—In the minds of most Intis people, the church is a safer place than the government, regardless of which church's church it is.

At this time, golden sunlight fell on the area where the explosion had just occurred and flames were rolling, and there was a continuous dense roaring sound, but it was not as huge as before.

It was clear that the Beyonders of the Viceroy's Mansion and the two major churches were dealing with the abnormality.

At the same time, Lu Mian saw that the sky illuminated by moonlight and starlight was a little darker. Obviously, there was no change in the weather, but the streets outside were shrouded in a layer of thin, dark mist.

He thought for a moment, ignored the shouting of the half-giant bishop, opened the door of the "Fool" church, and walked out.

The temperature outside had clearly dropped a lot, just like entering autumn in Trier.

Under the illumination of gas street lamps, Lu Mian returned toward the port.

Suddenly, a staggering figure walked out of the alley next to him.

That figure was wearing a thin shirt and trousers, had no shoes on his feet, his face was pale, and full of wrinkles.

His eyes were already more white than brown, and there were patches of corpse spots on the skin exposed to the outside.

Living corpse? Lu Mian raised an eyebrow.

That suspected living corpse old man was about to stagger toward the Black Pearl District, but as if he smelled the scent of spirituality and fresh blood, he suddenly turned sideways, looked at Lu Mian, and made a sound that was not human from his throat.

Lu Mian immediately condensed a fireball that was reddish and nearly white, letting it roar toward that living corpse.

Amidst the sound of the explosion, the living corpse's head cracked, its body was torn apart, and it died again.

It no longer had any movement.

"Just this bit of strength?" Lu Mian thought he had encountered the kind of undead creature that was relatively dangerous.

He continued to move forward, and condensed more than a dozen or twenty fireballs that were reddish and nearly white above his head, behind his brain, above his shoulders, and on both sides of his body, letting them follow his movement and maintain a relatively suspended state.

Just after turning the corner of the street ahead, Lu Mian saw a young couple screaming in terror and running away frantically.

Behind them, a living corpse with several bullet holes in its body was chasing, its dark red heart and pale intestines looming.

Around Lu Mian, a fireball that was reddish and nearly white flew out, passed over the couple, and exploded on the living corpse.

Boom, boom, boom, scorched corpse pieces with residual flames were scattered to the surroundings.

That young couple stopped in astonishment, looking at Lu Mian, who was surrounded by more than a dozen or twenty reddish and nearly white fireballs, their eyes full of confusion and trance, filled with disbelief.

"Are you waiting for death in a daze?" Lu Mian scolded while moving forward, "Go to the street behind, enter the 'Fool' church."

"Okay, okay!" The young man and woman, a man and a woman, answered instinctively, just like facing a policeman or adventurer with a gun.

The power of that fireball was obviously greater than a gun, much greater!

After the couple entered the street where the "Fool" church was located, Lu Mian, like a messenger of fire, continued to walk toward the port unhurriedly.

On the way, he encountered several more waves of people coming out of bars, open-air markets, and other places, bumping into living corpses.

Lu Mian didn't say anything, directly letting the reddish and nearly white fireballs around him shoot out, helping them solve the resurrected corpses, and then telling them to find the nearest church to hide.

The pursuit of living corpses and the deterrence of fireballs made his words extremely persuasive, and no one had to stubbornly find a way out for themselves.

If there really was one, Lu Mian couldn't be bothered to care.

After several similar things, Lu Mian gradually figured out some rules:

Those living corpses were not turned from living people; they all came from the original dead. The dead in the entire Falingang urban area were resurrected due to some unknown reason;

Living corpses would instinctively approach the place where the explosion occurred before, but if they encountered living people midway, they would be attracted by flesh and blood and spirituality, chasing, killing, and gnawing.

Combining these rules, Lu Mian no longer let the passersby he encountered seek shelter in churches far away, just telling them to avoid hospitals, cemeteries, and other places, and find bars, dance halls, or houses where no one had died recently nearby to stay for two or three hours.

Walking and stopping, after firing the reddish and nearly white fireballs until only the last two were left, Lu Mian returned to the port and boarded the "Flying Bird".

Philip was pressing his hand on the ship's rail, looking at the area of the Viceroy's Mansion.

"What happened?" He asked Lu Mian.

"How would I know?" Lu Mian answered with a laugh.

Philip immediately changed the question:

"Did you encounter any abnormalities?"

Lu Mian then briefly talked about the explosion in the direction of the Viceroy's Mansion and the suddenly resurrected corpses.

"Arouse living corpses?" Philip frowned slightly, talking to himself.

Without waiting for Lu Mian to express his opinion, he sighed and said:

"This trip to sea was fine on the first day. On the second day, I encountered 'Bone-Breaker'. On the third day at noon, I was attacked by 'Death Navigators'. At night, no, in the early morning of the fourth day, Falingang had another living corpse disaster...

"Next, we still have six days to reach Santa Port..."

Lu Mian felt a little guilty listening.

Theoretically speaking, his attraction to disasters, or the attraction of disasters to him, shouldn't be so frequent. When he was in Trier, he didn't encounter occult events every day, right? If that were the case, "007" would have died suddenly long ago.

Encountering one or two disasters during the whole journey is understandable, but counting the madness in Dadel Town, this is really every day... Could it be that there is something unclean following me, these are all brought by it, triggered by it, aggregated by it, and the disaster I encountered is essentially only one, that is it? The more Lu Mian pondered, the more he felt it was necessary to write a letter to ask Ms. "Magician" to see if such frequent disasters were hiding any problems.

"Perhaps the living corpse disaster just now was caused by the major trouble on the ship before. This means it has left the 'Flying Bird', and our subsequent journey will become peaceful." Lu Mian casually comforted Philip.

He himself didn't have much confidence in this sentence.

"Hope so." Philip opened his arms slightly and prayed devoutly, "Praise the Sun!"

Lu Mian didn't rush back to the first-class cabin, standing by the ship's rail and looking at the situation in Falingang.

The official tacit approval of pirate trade in the Mist Sea Islands brought a certain amount of chaos and sin, but it also made the number of Beyonders here much larger than in ordinary Intis cities. They quickly organized resistance, cleared the living corpses in different streets, and effectively reduced the casualties of citizens and travelers.

Whether there were pirates or adventurers who took advantage of the chaos to rob banks and gold shops, or killed enemies, or bullied innocent people, that was unknown.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the various movements in the area where the explosion occurred subsided, and official Beyonders spread out to deal with the riots in other streets.

"Very good, nothing big happened, it was controlled in time." Philip withdrew his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

You can say this, I can't say it... Lu Mian laughed at himself.

Only then did Philip have the mood to chat:

"Did you go into Falin to drink?"

"Yeah." Lu Mian said with a smile, "By the way, I took a commission."

"What commission?" Philip asked casually.

"Hunting pirates, a pirate called 'Black Baron'." Lu Mian didn't hide it.

Philip's eyes condensed, and he frowned and asked back:

"Are you sure you are stronger than 'Black Baron'? He also has a ship and hundreds of subordinates!

"Moreover, even if you can really find a chance to assassinate him, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the 'Twilight King'? That is one of the Kings of the Sea!"

"Taking a commission doesn't mean I will definitely do it. I don't even know where to find 'Black Baron' Klass Kitz now. Is this the name?" Lu Mian didn't care about the possible revenge of the "Twilight King" at all.

There is more than one saint who wants to deal with him!

Seeing Louis Berry's appearance of having casually taken a task and considering whether to do it if there is a chance, Philip didn't continue this topic.

The next morning.

This security chief had just finished breakfast when he heard the sailor under his command tell him:

The Viceroy's Mansion ordered that the port be temporarily closed, and no ships were allowed to leave!

Philip endured the urge to stand up directly and said in a deep voice:

"What are those soldiers in the port doing?"

"Searching ship by ship." The sailor who was asked answered truthfully.

Lu Mian in Room 5 of the first-class cabin looked at the port where the army had entered and chaos had appeared, and continued to write a letter to Jenna and Franca:

"Something seems to have happened in Falingang, Saint Tick Island, Mist Sea Islands. Ask that person to see if he knows the specific situation."

Writing to this point, Lu Mian raised his right hand, clicked four times in the order of up, down, left, and right on his chest like Mr. K, and whispered sympathetically:

"Poor '007'."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 522 =====