Lumian put down his glass and said with a smile in Intis with a Leistonian accent: "I just arrived in Trier two days ago. I came to Lavigne to find a job."
Thanks to Aurore's teaching, he speaks normally without the accent of the Liège region of Leiden Province, and instead sounds more like a Trier native. However, he has lived in the village of Cordu for nearly six years, and his learning ability, imitation ability and action ability are quite strong, so the dialect is not difficult for him at all.
The bartender, who had bags under his eyes and looked as if he had not rested well, glanced around and said cautiously, "That's the big shot from the sea: Blazing Danitz."
“Never heard of it.” Lumian was very straightforward.
The bartender coughed and reminded Lumian to be careful with his tone and attitude: "Have you heard of the six pirate kings and nine pirate generals?"
“I’ve heard a little bit.” Lumian was quite honest.
His impressions of pirate kings and pirate generals all came from newspapers that published strange stories and various novels.
I knew that German Sparrow had hunted some, and I knew that the servant of this great adventurer, Dubois, had once been a pirate on Admiral Iceberg's ship.
I know that the Disease Girl is also known as the Disease Lieutenant General. I know that pirate generals are replaced relatively frequently, while pirate kings are relatively stable. Some of them have been famous for so long that no one can remember how many years they have been famous.
Seeing that the other party was not completely ignorant, the bartender secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "They were once pirates, and were recognized as stronger than all pirate generals, second only to the six pirate kings."
It was indeed very powerful. Lumian couldn't tell what the ranks of those pirate generals and pirate kings were.
But from the fact that they have been able to survive until now under the official crackdown and have not been very low-key, it can be seen that they are definitely not weak.
That Flame Danitz was ranked seventh among the pirates, almost a quasi-pirate king, so one could imagine his strength.
He must be extremely powerful, a saint? If he is a saint, then the pirate kings must be saints, not so many, the most powerful ones among Sequence 5.
Lumian keenly grasped the word the bartender said: once.
"Yes, he used to be. Now he's not a pirate, nor a treasure hunter. Look, there's no wanted poster for him on the wall." The bartender pointed around.
But there is a wanted poster for me. Fortunately, the reward is relatively low and I am in the farthest corner, so I don’t get much attention.
Lumian asked in confusion and curiosity, "He said he could stop being a pirate, and the authorities were very cooperative and revoked his wanted order?"
"Is this a surrender to some country or some Orthodox church?"
The bartender lowered his voice even more: "He is now a member of the Church of Fools, a messenger of the god."
“Mr. Fool’s messenger? Perhaps, the only messenger?” Lumian was quite surprised.
The bartender thought he didn't know about the Church of Fools, so he briefly explained: "That is a god recognized by all the orthodox churches."
Haha, how could a god give himself such a name
"The belief in the Fool is very popular at sea. Many merchants and sailors believe in it. They even raised money to build a Fool's Church in Lavigne."
"The bishop of the church is the messenger of God?" Lumian deliberately lowered his voice.
"No." The bartender shook his head.
But Lieyan Danitz often comes to Trier. He likes it here very much. Well, he is from Intis, and there is no Intis person who does not yearn for Trier.
Lumian was about to say something when the big man from the sea, the messenger of the Church of Fools, Flame Danitz, finished the remaining oatmeal beer, stood up, and walked towards the door of the Sea Breeze Bar.
Almost at the same time, the sailors who were playing cards, drinking, bragging, and fraternizing with the street girls stood up in an unusually orderly manner.
They did not make any noise, but followed Flame Danitz in silence and order, leaving the bar.
If he had not witnessed this scene, Lumian would have no idea that all the sailors in the bar were subordinates of Mr. Fool's messenger.
Flame Danitz, from the nickname it means he plays with fire, could he also be from the hunter path
Lumian drank a glass of Relangci and chatted with the bartender about the Church of the Fool: "What kind of god is the Fool?"
The bartender drew a triangle on his chest, shook his head and said, "I'm not his believer, how should I know?"
"Steam above." Lumian also drew a triangle of holy symbols on his chest.
The bartender looked around the empty hall and said, "But the Church of Fools is pretty good. Even if you're just a homeless person and don't believe in Fools, you can get Holy Communion if you enter their church."
"If you ask them for help, you can even get a dinner with meat and bread and a room to sleep in."
"Do I need to line up now?" Lumian asked with a smile.
The bartender shook his head again. "No, they can't go out of the church to preach and teach. Only the homeless people around know that they can go there to seek help. But they only go there once in a while because the Church of Fools is more willing to introduce them to jobs."
After chatting for a while and finding out the time for the sermon by the Bishop of the Church of Fools, Lumian finished the Relangci in his glass and took a careful walk around the surrounding streets while there was still time.
He found many commanding heights guarded by troops, with cannons and giant guns that required water cooling mounted on them.
The government is still not very confident about the sailors and merchants at the docks who have worked as pirates part-time.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and entered the Church of Fools before it got dark.
The church is simply decorated, without any gold foil or complicated mechanical systems. Its most notable feature is its large and numerous windows.
Before night falls, there is no need to light candles or oil lamps. Like most religious sites, there is a giant mural of Fu Fu on the wall, but the colors are not warm enough and tend to be dim.
Lumian took a general look at the contents of the mural in the light of dusk and found that it mainly depicted a wilderness and humans struggling to move forward in the wilderness.
Some of those humans were abnormally tall, like the giants in legends compared to the others, some had three eyes, some had no noses, and only two black holes, closer to monsters than normal people.
The pain and despair on their faces were vivid, but there was a glimmer in their eyes.
Walking ahead of these strange humans are many guides with fuller and more concrete images.
Some of them had gray hair and carried two straight swords on their backs; some held huge dark blue hammers and radiated the sun's light; some wore dark black armor and had silver-gray curly hair.
Before these guides, there was a figure with a back. The figure was wearing a black windbreaker, a half-high silk hat, with a straight back and holding a lantern.
Ahead of that figure was a ball of light, the altar of the Church of Fools, a silver-white holy object that shone brightly under the sunlight from high above.
Lumian shifted his gaze to the few pieces of stained glass, which used a rather exaggerated style to portray angels and saints. Some of them had appeared in the murals, while some had not. Those with wings and halos were angels, while those with only halos were saints.
After carefully walking around and observing for more than half an hour, Lumian found a place to sit down and wait for the sermon at six o'clock in the evening.
As time went by, many people entered the church. Some of them were dressed as businessmen, some were typical sailors, some were dock workers who had just finished a day of hard work, and some seemed to be street girls.
Amid the sound of bells, candlelight lit up and the bishop came to the altar.
His hair and eyes were golden yellow, and he was at least two meters five or six feet tall. He wore a specially made black windbreaker and a half-high silk hat, and did not look like a clergyman at all.
After a slight adjustment, the rough-faced bishop placed his hand on his chest and shouted in a loud voice: "Praise the fool."
"Praise the Fool." The believers present responded with the same action, and Lumian was very sociable.
The bishop then opened the black-and-silver scripture in his hand and spoke in a voice that could echo in the church hall: "My Lord calls himself the Fool. In the past, present, and future, he is the great ruler of the spirit world, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck, and the beacon for every living being to pursue eternity."
"He is merciful, He is merciful, He is the Savior of this world, and He allows us to refer to Him instead of Her."
"Our Lord resides above the physical and spiritual worlds, His mercy fills heaven and earth, and there are eight angels standing beside His throne."
"The Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate and the angel most favored by my Lord. The Angel of Death is the one who has followed my Lord the longest and is the archon of the underworld."
"The Angel of Redemption is the horn of our Lord. He once incarnated as German Sparrow to convey his oracles."
"The angel of life is the crystallization of wisdom and the indelible spirit in every human body. The angel is a symbol of destiny and comes from that stable fortress."
Gehrman Sparrow? That great adventurer was Mr. Fool's angel? Lumian was shocked and stunned.
The giant bishop continued, "Beside the throne of the Lord there is also the Angel of Punishment. She is the thunder of the Lord, the wrath of the Lord, the palm of the Lord, and the judge and punisher of all the fallen and unclean."
"Next to the Angel of Punishment is the Angel of the Holy Spirit. She is the king of all spirits and governs the spiritual world on behalf of our Lord. Opposite to them are the Angel of Time and the Angel of Stars."
"The Angel of Time is an angel from ancient times, who finally submitted to our Lord and rang the bell of heaven for him."
"Star Angels are witnesses, recorders, and the eyes and ears of our Lord."
Lumian listened very carefully. He couldn't believe it. There were eight angels beside Mr. Fool's throne. Isn't this too powerful? This is really not much different from the Orthodox Church.
Suddenly, he heard Thermopylae's voice, "Do you want to believe it?"
“Why don’t you believe it?” Lumian asked in a very low voice, as if reciting a sentence from the scriptures.
Even if there are some exaggerations in the scriptures of the Church of Fools, the scriptures of all righteous churches are like this. After removing the exaggerations, they are definitely amazing.