Chapter 525 A Useful Strategy
In the lively atmosphere, Lumian drank to his heart's content. It was almost midnight when he and Bartner left the bar and walked to the street where the sea breeze had turned cooler.
"You don't really want to hunt the 'Black Lord', do you?" Butner asked hesitantly.
Wasn't Louis Berry's performance just now a repetition of last night's conspiracy, trying to make "Black Lord" Kraus Kizzee come to him himself?
"What else?" Lumian tilted his head, his green eyes full of smiles, not even a hint of drunkenness. "If he doesn't come to me, where can I find him? Or, sneak onto the 'Gnipos' and take on a whole ship of them by myself?"
That’s right... Butner actually felt that what Louis Berry said made some sense.
Once the "Black Lord" comes ashore, he will certainly disguise himself and will not be easy to find. However, if he is at sea, in his own ship, it is almost impossible for a single adventurer to hunt him. Even a lion is afraid of a pack of wolves, not to mention that in that pack of wolves, in addition to Kras Kizz, there are several leaders with extraordinary abilities.
Batner believed that each of these leaders was no weaker than himself.
After a few seconds, Bartner realized that the point was wrong and asked:
"Are you confident that you can handle Lord Black and the two or three possible helpers?"
Lumian raised the corner of his mouth:
"Every adventurer who comes to the sea wants to repeat the great cause of Gehrman Sparrow."
This was not the first time he said this, but previously he always said it in a joking tone. This time, Butner heard it as calm and serious.
He doesn't mean to do this for real, does he?
Is he cunning and treacherous, or reckless and crazy?
At this moment, Butner overturned his own understanding of Louis Berry.
His actions all have purpose and carry traps, but his intentions and ideas are unrealistic. Most importantly, he himself is well aware that they are unrealistic, but he still calmly and persistently chooses to carry them forward in order to realize his great dream.
How to describe this person? Butner couldn't find the right words.
At this time, Lumian had walked to the stalls in the open-air market and spent 5 fil gold to buy fried banana chips, flatbreads, grilled meat, grilled oysters, grilled fish, grilled shrimps, sugar cane and other foods.
"Are you not full yet?" Butner asked in surprise.
While they were drinking just now, they ordered some chips, fried fish and meat pie.
Lumian smiled and said:
"Bringing a midnight snack for my godson."
Godson... You have a godson at your age? Butner didn't quite understand this guy who spoke with a Savoyard accent.
Maybe it's popular in that mountain province to find young people to be godfathers?
When Lumian brought up the brown paper bags, Bartner exhaled and said:
"Your plan may not work. There are adventurers who like to brag everywhere. Those people just now may not tell others what you said as a joke. This is very common."
Lumian smiled and said:
"No, they will spread the news quickly. In a few days, the whole of Farin Port will know that there is a new adventurer who has accepted the commission and wants to hunt the Black Lord."
"How is that possible? You can't control their mouths." Butner retorted subconsciously.
Suddenly, he froze:
"You can't really, really control their thoughts..."
Lumian sneered, raised his hand holding a few paper bags and touched his head:
"Think carefully with your brain.
"They don't want to spread it, but there are people who help me spread it."
Bartner suddenly realized:
"You want to secretly ask a group of people to help you spread the word..."
Having said this, he paused for a few seconds before saying:
"You don't need to ask me. Once the big businessman Fidel knows about your performance, he will help you achieve your goal. He has enough resources. But what if he doesn't know..."
"I will visit him tomorrow," Lumian responded calmly.
It was very thorough and feasible, just like an iron chain, with one link connected to another... The more Butner thought about it, the more he felt that this plan had taken every detail into consideration, but the overall plan had a crazy quality.
After a while, he instinctively assessed:
"If Lord Black leaves the Misty Sea, it may take several months before we hear the news. If he happens to be in Farin Port, we may know in two or three days."
Including the passengers coming and going, the population of Port Farin is just over 100,000, which may not even be comparable to that of a district of Trier - more people are distributed in the plantations on Saint-Tique Island and the Andatna volcanic mine.
“I hope he’s in Farin Port,” Lumian said with a comfortable expression as if he were taking a night stroll.
Butner fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Back on the "Flying Bird", Lumian entered the first-class room No. 5, looked at Ludwig who was eating the reserved midnight snack, and placed the brown paper bags in his hands on the dining table.
The aroma of fried food and grilled food filled the air quickly.
Ludwig looked up with a hint of surprise, then lowered his head and quickly ate the food that Lumian brought back.
Lumian sat down in a nearby easy chair and rocked gently.
Finally, Ludwig sighed comfortably:
"You'll get tired of always eating cheese, bread, cakes and biscuits for midnight snacks."
A person who can even eat a live mouse has no right to say this... Lumian muttered inwardly and said with a smile:
“This proves that I haven’t forgotten you, my godson.
"By the way, how long are you going to follow me like this? I have already helped you escape from the Church of Knowledge."
Ludwig thought about it seriously:
"Until I can earn money to support myself, now, now I am still a child!"
Yes, if this guy has no money to buy food, something terrible might happen... Also, before I go to the 'City of Exile', the Church of Knowledge will not allow Ludwig to leave me... Lumian laughed at himself and said:
"I, an unmarried, underage man, have to raise a child like you for such a long time."
"Not necessarily long..." Ludwig muttered quietly.
You mean, can you recover to the point where you can support yourself within this year or next year? Lumian pretended not to hear Ludwig's muttering and pointed to the servants' room with his chin:
"Is that guy well behaved?"
Ludwig, who was acting as a little spy, asked doubtfully:
"For the Intis people, is it considered as being in a peaceful state to go to the deck and the bar and chat up women under the pretext of helping people with medical treatment?"
"It belongs." Lumian sighed helplessly.
You people of Intis.
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The next afternoon, amid rumors that the port blockade might be lifted the next morning, Lumian got off the "Flying Bird" and headed straight to Correas Street in the Black Pearl District to visit the wealthy businessman Fidel Guerra in advance.
He had received a letter from Franca last night through Janna's hare. The description of the explosion in Farin Harbor in the letter was basically the same as the information Philip had obtained, except for a few more details:
When the official Beyonders arrived at the scene, the "devil wizard" Boorman had already fled;
The official Beyonders were dealing with the product of a failed experiment, an undead monster made up of numerous limbs and corpses that could awaken all the dead in Farin Harbor;
Many patients in that hospital were killed by monsters...
Lumian met Fidel Guerra in the study. This middle-aged man of mixed blood of Intis and Feynet was smoking a cigar and said with a smile:
"Are you here by smell? I just received the venom of the painted horned lizard."
Just received it? I'm afraid it has always been there. Seeing that I'm trying hard to catch the "Black Lord" and complete your commission, I didn't say that I haven't received the goods yet... Lumian smiled and guessed in his heart:
"This shows that luck is on my side. How much Felkin?"
"3800 Felgin, I don't make much," Fidel said sincerely.
Lumian didn't bargain, but took out a stack of bills and counted out 3800 Felkin.
Seeing this, Fidel called in a waiter and gave him some instructions.
Not long after, the waiter returned with a brown glass bottle.
"You can't use a metal container. It will corrode and change the properties of the venom." Fidel asked the waiter to collect the money and deliver the goods, while he always kept a distance of about ten meters from Lumian.
Lumian nodded slightly, glanced at the brown glass bottle, and put it in his pocket.
When the waiter left, Fidel smiled again:
"I heard that you repeated your performance last night at the bar?"
The big businessman showed himself to be well-informed.
"Of course we should use more useful strategies." Lumian agreed with the other party's words.
Fidel nodded:
"I like young people like you who are full of vigor. I will help you spread your words and try to let Kras Kizz hear them as soon as possible.
"Haha, those adventurers I commissioned before were too steady."
"No problem, I came here today just for this matter." Lumian said, turned and left.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned sideways, and said thoughtfully:
"Do you think the 'devil wizard' Boorman is hiding here?"
Fidel was stunned for a moment:
"what are you saying?
"What does the 'devil wizard' have to do with me?"
"Nothing, just a guess." Lumian smiled softly, "Coreas Street is very close to where the explosion happened last night, and your place is very suitable for hiding."
Without waiting for Fidel's response, he took another step and slowly left the building.
Fidel looked at his back and frowned slightly, as if wondering why he said that.
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In the dead of night, the sound of crashing waves echoed far away, and the "Flying Bird" swayed gently.
Lumian was lying on the big bed in Room 5 of the first class cabin, covered with a velvet quilt, his eyes closed, breathing deeply, and sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, a dark cloud seemed to float in from the window, covering the red moon and stars in the sky.
The room with the curtains drawn suddenly became darker. Even if I just looked at my own hands, I could only barely make out five fingers.
In the vast shadows, something seemed to come alive.
(End of this chapter)
