Thermopylae fell silent and made no further sound.
Lumian continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and the general situation of the Church of Fools.
He therefore learned that there was a continent in this world called the God-Forsaken Land, a place cursed and exiled by the gods.
The gods abandoned that continent, but Mr. Fool did not. He sent out the angel of salvation, German Sparrow, to lead the surviving humans in the lost city-states out of the God-forsaken land.
The Church of Fools rebuilt their homes on the islands in the sea, so the current headquarters of the Church of Fools is in the New Silver City in the Sonia Sea.
The other two holy places are also located in that sea area, namely Crescent City and Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands.
Lumian listened with great interest and gained a preliminary understanding of the Church of Fools.
After the sermon, the bishop and the priest of the same name initiated the Holy Communion, which consisted of a cup of transparent colorless liquid and a giant fruit shell covered with charred marks.
Lumian picked up the glass first and took a sip. He felt that the liquid inside had a slightly sweet taste, very similar to dairy products, but more fragrant.
Then, he used a wooden spoon to scoop out the food from the giant fruit shell. As soon as he put the food into his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression: it was meat, this was too luxurious.
The Holy Communion of the Church of the Eternal Sun cannot do this; it is just red wine and unleavened bread.
Lumian perked up and began to chew with great interest. The food in his mouth tasted fresh, with the texture of meat and the sweetness and sourness of fruit.
It even exudes a unique aroma, which is completely different from the common dishes in Trier.
While eating, he listened to the bishop introducing the origin of the Eucharist: it was the favorite food of the Angel of Redemption, German Sparrow, when he was still walking on the earth, and she was the trumpet of the Lord, preaching the Lord's oracles.
The liquid is called Tyana, which is named after a giant fruit that is unique to the Rorsted Islands. It is made by squeezing its pulp. The Tyana fruit shell, which has lost most of its pulp, is stuffed with mashed lamb and fish and eventually baked into the holy communion Tyativa.
Of course, it is impossible for the Church of Fools to transport such giant fruits from the Rorsted Islands to Trier just for distributing Holy Communion. This would require crossing three oceans, and even the greenest fruits would ripen and rot, wasting money and resources.
With the help of a botanist, the Church of Fools cultivated an improved version of the Teyana tree that can grow and bear fruit in southern Intis, and has a stronger milk flavor.
It's a delicious maritime-style meal. If it weren't for Mr. Fool's church, which couldn't go out to preach and evangelize, I wonder how many people would dare to believe in such a holy communion.
That's not a good idea either. If too many people believe in Mr. Fool, the cost of Holy Communion will become an astronomical figure.
After worrying about the Church of Fools for a few seconds, Lumian, who had not yet had dinner, ate up all the Teyativa and finally gulped down the Teyana juice.
“Praise the Fool.” Lumian stood up with extraordinary sincerity, bowed, and slowly left the church illuminated by candlelight and walked into the night outside.
Under the light of gas street lamps, Lumian, wearing a linen shirt and a black vest with his sleeves rolled up, walked along the port area to the other side of the dock, intending to take a public carriage to the boulevard area.
At this time, Lavigne had become much quieter, with only groups of sailors passing by occasionally, singing or shouting.
Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away and someone screamed. As the scream echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed.
He turned sideways and made way for me, as if I were just a passerby.
However, if the other party is disgusting or has actually done something bad.
Being chased by his victim, Lumian didn't mind stretching out his right foot to trip him, if for no other reason than to enjoy the fun.
In just a few breaths, the figure had run to the edge of the street lamp. Lumian's eyebrows twitched when he saw it. The figure was running so fast, it didn't seem like an ordinary human being.
The next second, with the help of the gas street lamp, he saw the specific appearance of the figure: it was not a human, but a monster. It only had a wrinkled head, like a human. It was wearing a torn linen shirt and brown trousers. The exposed parts of its body were covered with dark green scales. Its feet were bare, and there was a thin and tough membrane between its toes. There was slippery dark green mucus flowing, and its palms and mouth were covered with blood.
Lumian, who had seen many monsters in the ruins of Cordu Village, could not panic. He just frowned slightly. This was very similar to the fishman mentioned in the occult magazine. Its dark green scales seemed to have strong defensive capabilities.
Lumian's thoughts raced, and the monster also saw it. He had retreated to the side of the road, his eyes bulging out, becoming more violent and crazy.
It suddenly turned sideways and pounced at Lumian. Lumian instantly arched his body, and instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the monster that looked like a fishman and rushing forward.
boom!
His right hand, clenched into a fist, struck the target's abdomen hard with sparks.
Then he lowered his body and crawled under the armpit of the monster that was covered with dark green scales and flowing with disgusting liquid, avoiding the opponent's counterattack and successfully changing his position.
Arriving behind the attacker, Lumian quickly turned around, raised his arms, and punched the fish-man-like monster from behind with fists that emitted sparks, knocking it to the ground.
The sound of clanging echoed. Lumian put down his hands and stopped attacking. He looked quietly at the body that was still struggling and had many signs of corrosion on the ground.
A dull and faint explosion sounded, and a few red sparks spurted out from the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the monster that looked like a fishman. Its body surface swelled a little and then sank inward, and a lot of dark green scales fell off.
After its body twitched a few times, it completely stopped moving. Lumian withdrew his gaze and looked at the figures chasing after him, and waved his hands nonchalantly.
In order to alleviate the corrosive pain brought by the dark green liquid, his injuries were minor. After all, he was bombarded with heavy punches just now.
Each contact with the other party's dark green scales and sticky liquid was very brief.
Soon, the figures arrived at the gas lamppost, and they were all dressed as sailors.
The leader was a mixed-race girl from the Southern Continent with pigtails and a brown complexion.
He was in his thirties, with thick lips. He first glanced at the fish-man-shaped monster lying silently on the ground, and then looked at Lumian with surprise, suspicion and fear.
After a few seconds of silence, the sailor with pigtails in his hair said in a deep voice with a vigilant look in his eyes: "This is the fishman we caught at sea. It injured one of our guys, but he escaped."
It really is a fishman. Did they really catch it? Why not just turn it into various materials and send it to Trier instead of taking the risk of keeping it alive
Lumian muttered something silently, then smiled and asked, "Are you going to apologize on its behalf and give me compensation for mental damage to comfort my frightened heart?"
The leading sailor and his companions looked at each other, unable to grasp the true thoughts of the young man in front of them. At this moment, the sound of orderly running came from a distance, mixed with the noise of guns rubbing and colliding.
Those were patrolling soldiers who came over after hearing the screams.
The sailor with many braids felt nervous and subconsciously tried to grab the monster's body while observing Lumian's reaction, intending to stop trying if the other party showed dissatisfaction.
At the same time, he kept saying, "No problem, we have no problem." What he meant was that we would pay compensation for mental damage.
Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the Beyonder characteristics extracted from the murloc, but the monster was too weak. He had no interest in taking the risk to discuss the distribution plan with these guys. It was not worthy of the Shadow Branch at all.
This group of guys who do things in a rough manner and don't care about traces, if they are lucky enough to escape the official pursuit and come back again, they can just be charged some mental damages.
Lumian watched the group of sailors carry away the fish-man monster, and then he walked forward in the same way as before.
Not long after, a few patrolling soldiers caught up with him, examined his condition, and asked him if he had encountered anything unusual.
Lumian pointed in the direction the sailors left with unusual frankness: "I heard screams and saw a group of people running in that direction. They were wearing what looked like sailors' clothes."
The sergeant leading the patrol nodded with satisfaction and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."
"You're welcome. This is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian responded with a smile.
Soon, the rest of the soldiers discovered traces of corrosion and scales on the ground, as well as drops of sticky liquid that had not completely evaporated. They followed them and chased into the dock.
Lumian clicked his tongue and continued walking towards the public carriage stop. He heard a round of not-so-enthusiastic applause.
Lumian turned his head nervously and saw that a person had sat on a cargo box piled not far away.
The man had burnt yellow eyebrows and hair of the same color, and his eyes were deep blue but bright. He wore a linen shirt and a brown waistcoat, and a pair of black leather boots that hung on his long trousers.
Lumian was startled and recognized the other party's identity: Flame Danitz, a great pirate second only to several pirate kings.
Lumian immediately calmed down, because the other party had another identity: he was no longer a pirate, but now was Mr. Fool's messenger.
As the holder of the Minor Arcana, Lumian believed that as long as he revealed his identity, the other party would definitely not make things difficult for him.
Flame Danitz looked at Lumian for a few seconds, then easily jumped to the ground from the top of the pile of wooden boxes.
He laughed twice and said leisurely, "You were able to choose the most effective, targeted, and most likely way to kill your prey in a very short time, perfectly avoiding the intruders and using your scales to strengthen your body's defense. Your battle wisdom is quite good, and I admire it."
"How about it, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?"