"Governor of the Sea"

Injured? Injured by that Humanoid Lizard? Lumian made a casual guess after hearing Lugano's assessment.

At this moment, he was standing beside the carriage, his gaze naturally sweeping over the area around the "Governor of the Sea's " mansion.

It's very close to the fishing village's Dock, where you can see boats sailing Depths to the Sea and several fishing nets fixed to the rocks. In front of the nearby houses, many Women are processing the seafood they caught, turning it into salted fish, dried meat, and other products. Children run around the village's roads, playing various childish games.

This is a different landscape from Cordou Village, but the underlying essence is quite similar.

In front of the "Governor of the Sea" mansion was a sizable Square, where Lumian and the others stood, waiting for Madam Marta, Ruvio Paco, and the others to come out.

Several children ran over, occupied a corner, put down many seashells, and started playing Acting game.

The oldest among them, wearing Linen Shirt, proclaimed loudly, "I am the ' Governor of the Sea '!"

"I want to be a guard!" "I'm the mother!" the other children responded.

The youngest one skipped and hopped around, asking, "What about me? What about me?"

The child Acting the "Governor of the Sea" thought for a moment and said, "You Child of the Sea."

"Child of the Sea"? What is that? Lumian wasn't looking over there, but he was listening intently to what the children were discussing.

These little ones don't really understand what many terms and things mean, but that's precisely why they don't have any sense of secrecy. The adults in Milo Village also don't pay special attention to such young children, whose words might reveal some information that they remember and incorporate into their daily games.

One of the key reasons Lumian was able to uncover the secrets of many families in Cordou Village was by engaging the children in conversation and playing games with them. This would then lead them to "share" many things about their families from their own perspectives and understandings.

After listening to the children's discussion for a while and silently calculating the time, Lumian adjusted his golden straw hat and walked straight towards the gate of the "Governor of the Sea" mansion.

Lugano stared in surprise for a moment, then quickly followed.

At the entrance of the building, which resembled Church or shrine, stood two "guards" dressed in brown-green shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, looking towards Lumian.

"Stop!" the guards shouted.

Lumian continued walking, seemingly oblivious, and said in Intis language, "I don't understand what you're saying."

In a flash, two "guards" raised their rifles and aimed at the Outsider wearing Golden-yellow Straw Hat.

Lugano hurriedly translated, "They won't let you in."

Lumian ignored his guide and approached the white-and-gray-brick building, neither speeding up nor slowing down.

A cold glint flashed in the two "guards'" blue Eyes as they pulled the triggers.

Just then, the Outsider wearing the golden straw hat disappeared from their sight.

They disappeared into the shadows cast by the Sun over the Governor's Mansion.

The next second, behind them, Lumian's figure emerged from a shadow in the foyer and continued walking forward.

It's as if that middle section of the distance has been erased.

The two "guards" had keen senses and quickly turned around to look behind them, but by then, Lumian had already completely entered the building and left the foyer.

Lugano stood outside, unsure whether to risk following along and act as a translator, or prioritize his own safety.

After passing through the foyer, Lumian suddenly found that the space in front of him had become deep and dark. The Dome, which was only a dozen meters high, gave people a feeling that it was impossible to reach it. The surrounding light blue walls were covered with various reliefs. They were not the usual Statues of Angel, Saint or other religious figures, but rather the things in the Sea: starfish, coral, and many kinds of fish, lobsters and crabs.

Almost simultaneously, Lumian felt the reliefs come to life, casting dangerous glances at him.

No, it's not that they've come to life, but rather that the building itself seems to have come to life, instinctively repelling unauthorized intruders and exerting layers upon layers of pressure.

Lumian's steps suddenly became heavy, as if he were carrying hundreds of kilograms of grain.

Within his field of vision, Marta, the matriarch of the Paco Family, was kneeling diagonally on the ground with her legs together, while Ruvio Paco stood a little further away. The two maids were also kneeling, but their backs were turned to the foyer, as if they dared not look at a certain important figure.

Directly opposite the high Dome was a "carpet" made of fish skin, on which lay a young man, dressed in a retro white robe, propping himself up on his elbows, quietly gazing at Marta kneeling at an angle.

On that "carpet" were four beautiful young women, all dressed in brightly colored Long Dress. One knelt behind the young man, acting as his cushion; another slowly peeled a late-ripening batch of grapes, bringing the glistening flesh to his lips; and the other two stood on opposite sides, each holding a tray with drinks, food, and towels, their bellies clearly protruding, radiating maternal glow.

Seeing Lumian burst in, the young man seemed somewhat flustered. He sat up straight and leaned completely into the arms of That One woman behind him.

Ruvio sensed something was wrong, turned around, and saw Louis Berri, the Great Adventurer he had hired.

His pupils dilated slightly, and he quickly asked in Intis language, "How did you get in?"

Lumian then stopped and smiled.

"I'm a very ethical adventurer. You've been in there for too long; I'm worried something might happen."

As he spoke, he felt as if gazes were being cast upon him from different parts of the building, carrying a sense of danger.

Ruvio paused for a moment and then said, "Don't worry, just wait for us outside."

"Alright." Lumian chuckled, turned around, and slowly walked towards the foyer.

He acted as if those dangerous stares didn't exist.

Upon returning to the lobby, he was greeted by the two "guards" and their rifles.

Lumian didn't even glance at them, and Past them.

The two "guards" Change a few glances, but ultimately did not fire, allowing Lumian to leave the "Governor of the Sea's " mansion.

Lugano breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was no longer being hunted down by the people of Milo Village.

Although he was Beyonder, he was still somewhat afraid when faced with armed soldiers, and more than one at that.

He glanced at Lumian, but didn't dare ask his employer why he insisted on barging in.

Lumian sat back down next to the Coachman, pulling both legs up, one tucked in and the other raised to rest her right arm.

Nearly ten minutes later, Ruvio Paco and his mother Marta, who was being helped, walked out of the Church -like building.

Ruvio gave Lumian a deep look and said, "Let's go. The ' Governor of the Sea ' has agreed to let my mother go to the Church for treatment."

Is that young man the current "Governor of the Sea"? He seems weak and acts quite panicked. What makes him capable of protecting the fishermen and Sea Merchants of Santa Port for a year? Or perhaps he has no real ability but possesses a special symbol? Or maybe the April Fool's Day's Day prank caused an accident during Last Year's Sea-Praying Ritual, preventing the "Governor of the Sea" from receiving the Sea's Gift and appointment. However, the members of the Fishing Guild, fearing panic, concealed the matter and continued to treat him as the true "Governor of the Sea"? He must know what happened back then... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

He smiled and asked Ruvio in Intis language:

"Should we thank the Mother Goddess for her protection, or the Governor's permission?"

Ruvio did not respond and followed his mother Marta, into the carriage.

Lugano quickly sat on the other side of the Coachman, watching the horses circle around a bit, turn around, and gradually move away from the "Governor of the Sea's " residence.

"Phew... "Lugano remarked sincerely, "This Commission doesn't seem too dangerous..."

Aside from the fact that the employer insisted on breaking into the "Governor of the Sea's " residence, there were no surprises.

Lumian chuckled and said, "That's because I'm here."

"If it were just you, those watching from the shadows might have already come looking for you."

Lugano fell silent and went downstairs with the book, then saw his employer point to the "Governor of the Sea" mansion, which resembled more of Church, and speak a Vocabulary in a Highland Language language, word by Vocabulary:

"If we blow it up, what will happen?"

Lugano shuddered upon hearing this, his hair standing on end.

He glanced at the bewildered Coachman and began to advise his employer in Intis language:

"They'll be hunted down by everyone in the entire Santa Port, along with the entire library."

Lumian smiled, looked away, and said nothing more.

Only then did Lugano suddenly realize:

The employer is testing us!

Otherwise, why would he insist on saying that sentence in the Highland Language, which he hadn't even learned yet?

This is a test of the Coachman's and Madame Marta's reaction inside the carriage!

Lumian listened intently to Marta and Ruvio's conversation and noticed that the mother and son barely spoke in the carriage, remaining silent for long periods.

Of course, this could also be because Marta is in poor health and only occasionally groans in Pain.

The carriage was heading away from Milo Village when suddenly the Coachman pulled on the reins, stopping the two horses.

This was because an elderly man with a black cane appeared in front of the vehicle.

His hair was dark black with graying hair, his Eyes were as blue as the sea, he wore the typical fisherman's clothes common in Milo Village, and his face was deeply wrinkled, as if he could trap a mosquito.

"Mr. Oro..." the Coachman murmured, his expression visibly tense, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Juan Oro, president of the Fishing Guild and former village chief of Milo Village, Lumian, subtly changed his posture.

Juan Oro, supported by a young man who bore a resemblance to him and aided by a cane, slowly approached the Paco Family's carriage.

Neither Ruvio nor Marta spoke inside the carriage.

Just then, a Revolver appeared on Juan Oro's forehead, its cold muzzle pressed directly against his flesh.

Lumian slightly raised his chin, looked at the president of the Fishing Guild, and calmly asked in Intis language, "Who gave you permission to approach this carriage?"