Chapter 524: Useful Strategy

In the lively atmosphere, Lumian drank very happily, until it was close to midnight, before he left the bar with Batner and walked onto the street where the sea breeze had turned cold.

"You don't really want to hunt the 'Black Viscount', do you?" Batner asked hesitantly.

Wasn't Louis Berry's performance just now repeating the conspiracy of last night, wanting to let the "Black Viscount" Klass Kiz come to find him himself?

"Otherwise?" Lumian turned his head, his green eyes with a smile didn't have half the appearance of being drunk, "If he doesn't come to find me, where can I go to find him? Or, sneak onto the 'Kinniposs' and deal with a whole ship of people by myself?"

Also... Batner actually felt that what Louis Berry said had some truth.

Once the "Black Viscount" goes ashore, he will definitely disguise himself, not so easy to find. And if he is at sea, on his own ship, it is almost impossible for a single adventurer to hunt him. Lions are also afraid of wolves, not to mention that among those wolves, besides Klass Kiz, there are several leaders with supernatural abilities.

Every one of those leaders, Batner asked himself, would not be weaker than him.

After a few seconds, Batner discovered that the point was wrong and blurted out:

"Do you have the confidence to deal with the 'Black Viscount' and the two or three helpers he might have?"

Lumian curled his lips:

"Every adventurer who comes to the sea wants to recreate Gehrman Sparrow's great cause."

This sentence, it wasn't the first time he said it, but before it was in a joking tone, but this time it made Batner hear calmness and seriousness.

He doesn't really want to come for real, right?

Is he cunning and sinister, or reckless and crazy?

At this moment, Batner overturned his cognition of Louis Berry again.

His actions all had purposes, all carried traps, but his intentions and thoughts were unrealistic. Most importantly, he himself was very clear that it was unrealistic, but he still calmly and persistently chose to push it forward to realize his great dream.

How should I describe this person? Batner couldn't find suitable language for a while.

At this time, Lumian had walked to the stalls in the open-air market and spent 5 Felkins to buy fried banana slices, baked cakes, roast meat, roast oysters, roast fish, roast shrimp, and sugarcane sugar and other foods.

"You haven't eaten enough?" Batner asked in astonishment.

When drinking just now, they had ordered fries, fried fish, meat pies, and other things.

Lumian said with a smile:

"Bringing a late-night snack for my godson."

Godson... You have a godson at your age? Batner didn't quite understand this guy who spoke with a Sava province accent.

Perhaps, that mountain province is popular for finding young people to be godfathers?

After Lumian picked up several brown paper bags, Batner exhaled:

"Your plan might not have any effect. Adventurers who like to brag are everywhere. The people just now might not tell others about the words you proclaimed as a joke, this is too common."

Lumian smiled slightly:

"No, they will spread it very quickly. In a few days, the entire Faling Port will know that there is such a new adventurer who took a commission and wants to hunt the 'Black Viscount'."

"How is that possible? You can't control their mouths." Batner retorted subconsciously.

Suddenly, he was stunned there:

"You can't really, really control their thoughts..."

Lumian sneered, touched his head with the hand holding several paper bags:

"Use your brain to think carefully."

"They don't want to spread it, there are plenty of people who will help me spread it."

Batner was suddenly enlightened:

"You want to secretly ask a group of people to help you proclaim this matter..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a few seconds before saying:

"You don't need to ask, that big merchant Fidel will help you achieve your goal after knowing your performance. He has enough resources, but what if he doesn't know..."

"I will visit him tomorrow." Lumian responded calmly.

Very thorough, very feasible, just like a chain, one link buckled to another... Batner thought more and more that every detail of this plan was considered, but overall it presented a crazy temperament.

After a while, he instinctively evaluated:

"If the 'Black Viscount' leaves the Misty Sea, it might take a few months to hear this news. If he happens to be in Faling Port, maybe he will know in two or three days."

Faling Port, including passing travelers, has a population of just over 100,000—more people are distributed in those plantations on Saint Tick Island and the Andatna volcano mines.

"Hope he is in Faling Port." Lumian said with the comfort of a night stroll.

Batner fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Returning to the "Flying Bird," Lumian entered Room 5 of the first-class cabin, looked at Ludwig, who was eating the reserved late-night snack, and placed the brown paper bags he brought back on the dining table.

The fragrance of fried products and barbecue flew out and filled the air.

Ludwig looked up slightly surprised, then lowered his head and ate the food Lumian brought back quickly.

Lumian sat in the nearby armchair and rocked gently.

Finally, Ludwig sighed comfortably:

"It's tiring to always eat cheese, bread, cakes, and biscuits for late-night snacks."

A person who can even eat live mice doesn't have the qualification to say this sentence... Lumian slandered, and said with a smile:

"This proves that I haven't forgotten you, this godson."

"By the way, how long do you plan to follow me? I have already taken you away from the Church of Knowledge."

Ludwig thought seriously:

"Follow until I can make money to support myself. Now, now I am still a child!"

Also, if this guy doesn't have money to buy food, I'm afraid something very terrifying will happen... Also, before I go to the 'City of Exile,' the Church of Knowledge shouldn't allow Ludwig to leave me... Lumian laughed at himself:

"I, an unmarried and underage man, actually have to raise a child like you for a long time."

"Not necessarily a long time..." Ludwig muttered in a low voice.

Meaning, you can recover to the level of supporting yourself within this year or next year? Lumian pretended not to hear Ludwig's muttering and pointed to the servant room with his chin:

"Is that guy quiet?"

Ludwig, who was acting as a little spy, asked back in confusion:

"For an Intis person, going to the deck and into the bar, using helping people see a doctor as an excuse to chat up women, does that belong to the quiet category?"

"Belongs." Lumian sighed helplessly.

You Intis people.

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The next afternoon, amidst the rumors that the port might end the blockade tomorrow, Lumian got off the "Flying Bird" and went straight to Coreas Street in the Black Pearl District, visiting the big merchant Fidel Gra in advance.

He had already received the letter returned by Franca through Jenna's Xazo Rabbit last night. The description of the Faling Port explosion in the letter was basically the same as the intelligence obtained by Philip, only with a few more details:

When the official Beyonders arrived at the scene, the "Devil Wizard" Bulman had already fled;

The official Beyonders were dealing with the product of a failed experiment, an undead monster composed of many limbs and corpse pieces that could awaken all the deceased in Faling Port;

Many patients in that hospital were killed by the monster...

Lumian still saw Fidel Gra in the study. This middle-aged man of Intis and Feynapotter descent was smoking a cigar and said with a smile:

"Did you come by smelling the scent? I just received the venom of the Colorful-Bearded Horned Lizard."

Just received? I'm afraid it has always been there. Seeing that I am working hard to try to fish out the "Black Viscount" and complete your commission, I didn't say I hadn't received the goods yet... Lumian smiled with speculation:

"This shows that luck is favoring me. How many Felkins?"

"3,800 Felkins, I don't earn much." Fidel said sincerely.

Lumian didn't bargain and directly took out a stack of banknotes, counting out 3,800 Felkins.

Seeing this, Fidel called in a servant and ordered him a few words.

Not long after, the servant brought back a brown glass bottle.

"Can't use a metal container, it will cause corrosion and change the nature of the venom." Fidel let the servant be responsible for collecting money and handing over the goods, while he himself always kept a distance of about ten meters from Lumian.

Lumian nodded lightly, glanced at the brown glass bottle, and tucked it into his clothes pocket.

After the servant went out, Fidel smiled again:

"I heard that you repeated your performance from the night before last in the bar last night?"

This big merchant showed his well-informed side.

"Useful strategies should of course be used more." Lumian defaulted to the other party's words.

Fidel nodded:

"I like young people with sharpness like you. I will help you spread your words and strive to let Klass Kiz hear them in the shortest time."

"Hehe, the few adventurers I commissioned before were all too steady."

"No problem, I came here today actually for this matter." Lumian said and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his body, and said thoughtfully:

"You say, could the 'Devil Wizard' Bulman be hiding here with you?"

Fidel was stunned:

"What are you talking about?"

"What does the 'Devil Wizard' have to do with me here?"

"Nothing, just guessing." Lumian smiled lightly, "Coreas Street is very close to where the explosion happened last night, and your place is very suitable for hiding."

Without waiting for Fidel to respond, he stepped forward again and left the building slowly.

Fidel looked at his back, frowned slightly, as if wondering why he said that.

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In the dead of night, the sound of waves echoed from afar, and the "Flying Bird" swayed gently with it.

Lumian lay on the big bed in Room 5 of the first-class cabin, covered with a swan velvet quilt, his eyes closed, his breathing long, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a cloud seemed to drift outside the window, covering the red moon and stars in the high sky.

The room with the curtains became even darker. Even if he just looked at his own hand, he could only barely distinguish five fingers.

In the large areas of shadows, something seemed to have come alive.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 525 =====