Chapter 522: Devil Wizard

Trier, Memorial Hall District, 9 Orosai Street, Apartment 702.

Franca slept until she woke up naturally, got up lazily, and planned to just gnaw on a slice of toast, waiting to eat a big meal at noon.

There had been no clues about the "Mirror Person" recently, and she was living very leisurely.

Thank heaven, thank earth, thank Mr. "Fool", that disaster star Lu Mian left Trier... Franca completed the pre-meal prayer in this way.

She was drinking milk when Jenna came back from outside and pointed to the coffee table:

"Xia Zuotu sent a letter this morning, Lu Mian's."

"Letter?" Franca's eyes narrowed, and her relaxed body suddenly tensed.

The source of the madness in Dadel Town hadn't been caught yet, what happened this time?

"Said that something happened in the capital of the Mist Sea Islands, and he wanted to ask about the specific situation. He hoped you would go and ask your partner in the officialdom. You and that partner only contact late at night, so I didn't wake you up. I read the letter first, anyway, I have to wait until night to ask." Jenna explained simply.

"How considerate. If it were that bastard Lu Mian, he would definitely knock on the door and wake me up!" Franca, who didn't know how many times she had been forcibly woken up by Lu Mian, was extremely moved.

She then laughed:

"He went to Falingang, and Falingang also had an incident?

"Although judging from his meaning, this has nothing to do with him, but..."

Speaking of this, Franca made a slight backward leaning posture and said:

"What kind of walking occult disaster detector is this?"

Since it wasn't an urgent matter, she planned to ask "007" in the telegram group late at night. After all, the other party was an official Beyonder in Trier and couldn't grasp what happened in the capital of the Mist Sea Islands in the first place. If he didn't take the initiative to ask, he wouldn't even know.

Based on the habit of loving instant chatting, Franca put down the bottle of milk and wrote a reply to Lu Mian, teasing him to the extreme:

"If you want to know what happened, investigate it yourself. You, this walking occult disaster detector, don't need clues or intelligence. Just stroll aimlessly on the streets of Falingang, and you might just run into the person involved!

"Hey, don't turn letter communication into work communication. Just talk about what happened, what help is needed, share interesting things on the sea, and report the bounty amounts of pirates, isn't that okay?

"Hehe, since you left Trier, the wind has calmed down and the waves have settled, and I can sleep in again. Go take your revenge well, don't rush back. Notify us in advance when you need our help..."

Jenna watched thoughtfully as Franca wrote a letter of nearly two pages.

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In Room 5 of the first-class cabin of the "Flying Bird" in Falingang.

Lu Mian, who couldn't go out, finished reading Franca's reply and couldn't help but sneer.

How many complaints did this guy receive from "007"? Between the lines, she was pushing the reason for the frequent occurrence of occult disasters onto me.

Folding the letter paper, Lu Mian brought it to Lu Dewei's mouth.

The little boy who had just finished his pre-meal dessert glanced at him and said:

"I'm not a paper shredder."

"I thought you ate everything." Lu Mian didn't care much, lit the letter paper, and watched it turn into ashes, turning into the sea breeze blowing in from the window.

Not long after lunch, Philip knocked on the door and entered with four soldiers in blue-bottomed gold-lined military uniforms.

The leading officer took the photocopy of the identity documents of Lu Mian and others, and compared the difference between the black-and-white photos and the real people.

"They are the same as you, both came from Gadi Port and only arrived yesterday evening?" The officer asked Philip, who had already confirmed that there was no problem and could be trusted.

"Yes, I watched them get on the ship, and we met frequently these past two days." Philip didn't expose the fact that the identity documents of Lu Mian and others were fake.

Quite wise... Otherwise, you would see what real major trouble is... Lu Mian joked in his heart.

Actually, if his disguise was really exposed, his choice would be to take Lu Jianuo and Lu Dewei and "teleport" away directly, rather than making a big scene and announcing the shining appearance of the adventurer Louis Berry in the world.

He only worshiped Gehrman Sparrow and was very happy to hunt pirates if there was a chance, but he never thought about really being an adventurer.

His purpose of going to sea was for revenge!

Confirming the situation of the three Lumians, the officer led the soldiers toward the next room, and Philip accompanied them.

Lu Mian could see that their search of the "Flying Bird" was not perfunctory but not invested either, only strictly following the steps to go through the process, and didn't ask a single extra word.

Thinking about it, this is also normal. The explosion in the Black Pearl District last night and the subsequent dead body abnormality couldn't be made in a day or two. Even if it was just an accident, it belonged to an accident that had been prepared for a long time, otherwise, it wouldn't have such a large range of influence, unless the person involved was a demigod. But wanting to rely on ordinary police and soldiers to search out the traces of a demigod is almost impossible.

This had nothing to do with the "Flying Bird" that just arrived in Falingang last night. Just confirm the identity of the passengers.

Of course, it doesn't exclude the possibility that the demigod was hit hard by the official last night and was seriously injured, unable to escape Falingang. In this case, large-scale searches are also useful, and there are no suspicious wounded people on the "Flying Bird" at present.

The search of the "Flying Bird" lasted for nearly two hours. After the officers took twenty or thirty soldiers off the ship, Lu Mian came to the deck and asked Philip:

"What happened last night?"

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

Philip immediately changed the question:

"Did you encounter any abnormalities?"

Only then did Lu Mian briefly talk 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?"