Chapter 521: One Thing a Day

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

As a "Conspirator," he subconsciously analyzed the potential causes:

First, resistance armies and national independence forces can be excluded, because such organizations do not exist in the Misty 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 lost their original faith and regard themselves as citizens of the border areas of Intis who are subject to discrimination.

This is no different in essence from the Lim people in the south of Intis and the Sava 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 internal strife triggered by pirate trade, or did those organizations in the Southern Continent that want to overthrow colonial rule choose to do something in the Misty Sea Islands? Or, did some ambitious guys follow evil gods? As Lumian's thoughts turned, he saw out of the corner of his eye a half-giant over two and a half meters tall wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat coming out of a 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."

"Stay here, don't go out, wait for the riots to subside, there won't be any danger."

"Praise the Fool!" Those believers of the "Fool" church found support, and one after another, they pressed 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, churches are safer places than the government, regardless of which church's church it is.

At this time, in the area where the explosion occurred and flames were rolling, golden sunlight fell, and dense roaring sounds rang out one after another, but not as huge as before.

Obviously, the Viceroy's Mansion and the Beyonders of the two major churches were dealing with the abnormality.

At the same time, Lumian saw that the sky illuminated by moonlight and starlight became a little darker. Clearly, there was no change in the weather, but the street outside seemed to be shrouded in a 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 the gas street lamps, Lumian 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, with no shoes on his feet, his face was pale, and full of wrinkles.

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

Living corpse? Lumian raised an eyebrow.

The old man suspected to be a living corpse 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 Lumian, and made a sound that was not human from his throat.

Lumian immediately condensed a fireball that was red and close to white, and let it whistle toward that living corpse.

Amidst 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?" Lumian thought he had encountered a relatively dangerous kind of undead creature.

He continued to move forward, and condensed more than a dozen or twenty fireballs that were red and close to 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 street corner ahead, Lumian saw a young couple screaming in terror and running away wildly.

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

Around Lumian, a fireball that was red and close to white flew out, passed over the couple, and exploded on the living corpse.

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

That young couple stopped in astonishment, looking at Lumian, who was surrounded by more than a dozen or twenty red and close-to-white fireballs, their eyes blank and trance-like, full of disbelief.

"Stunned and waiting to die?" Lumian scolded while moving forward, "Go to the street behind, enter the 'Fool' church."

"Okay, okay!" That young man and woman, the two young people, 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, Lumian, like a messenger of fire, continued to walk toward the port unhurriedly.

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

Lumian didn't say anything, directly letting the red and close-to-white fireballs around him launch, helping them solve the resurrected bodies, and then letting them find the nearest church to hide.

The pursuit of the living corpse and the deterrence of the fireball made his words very convincing, and no one had to stubbornly find a way out for themselves.

If there really were, Lumian wouldn't bother to care.

After several similar things, Lumian gradually figured out some rules:

Those living corpses were not changed from living people, they all came from the original dead. The dead in the entire Faling Port 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 on the way, they would be attracted by flesh and blood and spirituality, chasing, killing, and gnawing.

Combining these rules, Lumian no longer let the passers-by he encountered seek shelter in churches far away, but just told 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 launching the red and close-to-white fireballs until only the last two were left, Lumian returned to the port and boarded the "Flying Bird."

Philip was standing by the ship's rail on the port side, looking at the area of the Viceroy's Mansion.

"What happened?" He asked Lumian.

"How would I know?" Lumian answered with amusement.

Philip immediately changed the question:

"Did you encounter any abnormalities?"

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

"Awakening living corpses?" Philip frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

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

"This voyage only had no trouble on the first day. On the second day, we encountered 'Bone-Breaker.' At noon on the third day, we were attacked by 'Death Navigators.' At night, no, in the early morning of the fourth day, Faling Port had a living corpse disaster..."

"We still have six days to reach Santa Port..."

Lumian felt a burst of guilt.

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. If that were the case, "007" would have died suddenly long ago.

Encountering one or two disasters during the entire 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, and that is it? Lumian thought more and more that 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 that major trouble on the ship. This means it has left the 'Flying Bird,' and our subsequent journey will become peaceful." Lumian 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!"

Lumian didn't rush back to the first-class cabin and stood by the ship's rail, looking at the situation in Faling Port.

The Misty Sea Islands officially tacitly allowing pirate trade brought a certain amount of chaos and evil, 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 the official Beyonders spread out to deal with the riots in other streets.

"Very good, no big incident happened, and it was controlled in time." Philip withdrew his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

You can say this, but I can't... Lumian smiled self-deprecatingly.

Until this time, Philip had the mood to chat:

"Did you go into Faling to drink?"

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

"What commission?" Philip asked casually.

"Hunting pirates, a pirate called 'Black Viscount'." Lumian didn't hide it.

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

"Are you sure you are stronger than 'Black Viscount'? 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 Viscount' Klass Kiz now. Is this the name?" Lumian 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!

Philip saw that Louis Berry had just taken a mission casually and would consider whether to do it if there was a chance, so he didn't continue this topic.

The next morning.

This security chief had just finished breakfast when he heard his subordinate sailor tell him:

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

Philip resisted 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.

Lumian 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:

"Faling Port on Saint Tick Island in the Misty Sea Islands seems to have had an incident. Ask that person to see if he knows the specific situation."

Writing to here, Lumian raised his right hand, pressed it 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 =====