A useful scheme

In the lively atmosphere, Lumian drank to his heart's content until it was almost midnight, then he and Batna left Bar and walked to Sea Breeze's already cold street.

"You don't really want Hunting'Black Lord'?" Batna asked hesitantly.

Louis·Berri Wasn't the performance just repeated last night's conspiracy, and wanted "Black Lord" Claes Kizz to come to him on his own?

"Otherwise?" Lumian tilted his head, and the smiling green Eyes didn't look half drunk, "If he doesn't come to me, where can I find him? Or, sneak onto the 'Kinibos' and deal with a whole boatload of them by myself?"

That's right... Batna actually feels that what Louis·Berri said makes some sense.

Once "Black Lord" goes ashore, he will inevitably disguise himself and will not be easy to find. If he is at sea or in his own ship, it is almost impossible for a single adventurer to hunt him down. Lion is also afraid of a pack of wolves, not to mention that in the pack of wolves, in addition to Claes Kizz, there are several leaders with Extraordinary Ability.

Then every boss, Batna asks himself, will not be weaker than himself.

After a few seconds, Batna realized that the point was wrong and blurted out. "Are you sure you can deal with 'Black Lord' and the two or three helpers that may be there?"

Lumian raised the corner of his mouth:

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

This was not the first time he said this, but he had always said it in a joking tone before, but this time Batna heard it as calm and serious.

He wouldn't really think about it, would he?

Is he cunning and treacherous, or reckless and crazy?

At this moment, Batna overturned his understanding of Louis·Berri.

His actions have purposes and traps, but his intentions and ideas are unrealistic. The most important thing is that he himself knows that they are unrealistic, but he still calmly and persistently chooses to pursue them in order to realize his great dream.

How to describe this person? Batna I can't find the right words for the moment.

At this time, Lumian had already walked to the stalls in the open-air market and spent 5 Felkine to buy food such as Fried Banana Chips, Grilled Flatbread, Grilled Meat, Grilled Oysters, Grilled Fish, Grilled Shrimp and Cane Sugar.

"You haven't eaten enough yet?" Batna asked in shock.

When we were drinking just now, they had some French fries, fried fish and Meat Pie.

Lumian smiled and said, "Bring supper to my Godson."

Godson... You have Godson at your age? Batna doesn't quite understand this guy who speaks with a Savoie Province accent.

Maybe, that Mountain Province is popular and looking for young people to become Godfather?

After Lumian put up the brown paper bags, Batna breathed out and said, "Your plan may not be effective. Adventurers who like to brag are everywhere. Those people just now may not regard the words you preached as a joke and tell others. This is too common."

Lumian smiled slightly and said, "No, they will spread it quickly. In a few days, the whole Falin Port will know that there is such a new adventurer who picked up Commission, thinking Hunting'Black Lord'."

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

Suddenly, he froze:

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

Lumian sneered, raised his hand holding several paper bags and touched his head:

"Use your brain and think about it.

"They don't want to spread it, but some people help me spread it."

Batna suddenly realized:

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

Having said this, he paused for a few seconds before saying, "You don't need to ask. After that big businessman Fidel knows 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's very thorough and feasible, just like Iron Chain, one link after another... Batna The more I think about it, the more I feel that every detail of this plan has been taken into consideration, but overall it has a crazy temperament.

After a while, he instinctively evaluated. "If 'Black Lord' produces Sea of Fog, it may take several months to hear the news. If he happens to be in Falin Port, then maybe he will know in two or three days."

Counting the tourists coming and going, Falin Port has a population of just over 100,000, which may not even be comparable to Trier - more people are distributed in Saint Tique Island, Plantation and Andatna Volcano Mine.

"I hope he is here Falin Port." Lumian said with a comfortable expression of walking at night.

Batna fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Returning to "Flying Bird", Lumian entered room No. 5 of First Class, looked at Ludwig who was eating the reserved late night snack, and put the brown paper bags in his hands on the dining table.

The aroma of fried food and barbecue spread quickly.

Ludwig looked up in surprise, then buried his head and quickly ate the food Lumian brought back.

Lumian sat on Armchair nearby and shook it gently.

Finally, Ludwig sighed comfortably, "You will get tired of eating cheese, Bread, cakes and biscuits all the time as a late-night snack."

A person who can even eat a living Rat is not qualified to say this... Lumian cursed and said with a smile, "This proves that I have not forgotten you Godson."

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

Ludwig thought about it seriously:

"Until I can make money to support myself, now, now I'm still a little kid!"

Also, if this guy doesn't have money to buy food, something terrible might happen... Also, before I go to 'Banishment City', Church of Knowledge probably won't allow Ludwig to leave me... Lumian laughed at himself and said, "I, an unmarried underage man, have to raise a child like you for a long time."

"It doesn't have to be long..." Ludwig muttered softly.

Does this mean that you can 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 servant room with his chin:

"Is that guy okay?"

Ludwig, who was acting as a little spy, asked in confusion, "For Intis people, does it fall within the scope of law and order for Intis people to go on the deck and in Bar and chat with Women under the pretext of helping people see a doctor?"

"Belongs." Lumian sighed helplessly.

You Intis people.

On the afternoon of the next day, amid rumors that the port closure might end tomorrow morning, Lumian checked out "Flying Bird" and went straight to Black Pearl District Coreas Street to visit the big businessman Fidel Guerra in advance.

He had received a letter from Franca last night via the Chazot Rabbit of Jenna. The description of the Falin Port explosion in the letter was basically the same as the information obtained by Philip, with just a few more details:

When Official Beyonder arrived at the scene, "Devil Warlock" Bourman had already escaped;

Official Beyonder is dealing with the product of a failed experiment, an undead Monster composed of numerous limbs and corpses that can awaken all Seer in Falin Port;

Many Patient were killed by Monster in that hospital...

Lumian is still the Fidel Guerra we saw in Study. This middle-aged and middle-aged man of mixed race Intis and Feynapotter smoked Cigar and said with a smile, "Did you come here because of the smell? I just received Venom from Rainbow-Bearded Horned Lizard."

Just received it? I'm afraid I've always had it. Look at me trying hard to fish out "Black Lord" and complete your Commission. I didn't say that I haven't received the goods yet... Lumian smiled guessingly, "This means that luck is favoring me. How many Felkine?"

"3800 Felkine, I don't make much." Fidel said sincerely.

Lumian did not bargain, he directly took out a stack of Banknotes and counted 3800 Felkine.

Seeing this, Fidel called in a Waiter and gave him some instructions.

Not long after, Waiter brought back a brown Glass Bottle.

"Cannot be packed in metal containers, as corrosion will occur and change the properties of Venom." Fidel asked 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 into his pocket.

When Waiter went out, Fidel smiled again:

"I heard that you repeated your performance the night before last night at Bar?"

The big businessman showed his well-informed side.

"A useful strategy must be used often." Lumian acquiesced to the other party's words.

Fidel nodded:

"I like you as an energetic young man. I will help you spread your words and try to be heard by Claes Kizzi in the shortest possible time."

"Haha, those adventurers Commission before me were too stable."

"No problem, that's actually why I came here today." Lumian finished speaking and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned sideways, and said thoughtfully, "Tell me, 'Devil Warlock' Bourman will be hiding here with you?"

Fidel was stunned for a moment:

"What are you talking about?

"What does 'Devil Warlock' have to do with me?"

"Nothing, just take a guess." Lumian smiled softly and said, "Coreas Street is very close to the place where the explosion last night, and your place is very suitable for hiding."

Without waiting for Fidel to respond, he took another step and slowly left the building.

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

In the dead of night, the sound of crashing waves echoed far away, and "Flying Bird" gently swayed.

Lumian was lying on the big bed in room First Class, covered with a velvet quilt, his eyes were closed, his breathing was long, and he was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a dark cloud seemed to float outside the window, covering Crimson Moon and the stars in the sky.

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

In the vast expanse of shadow, something seemed to come alive.