The true purpose

The young man supporting Juan Oro on the other side suddenly raised his head and looked at Lumian, who was sitting next to the Coachman with one leg dangling down and the other bent and propped up, his body slightly leaning forward. His eyes Burning with undisguised anger.

The Coachman was startled and frantically tried to create distance between himself and Lumian, but with horses in front of him and Lugano to his left, he had no way to avoid them in his haste.

Lugano swallowed hard, complaining that his employer's style of doing things was too aggressive.

Is this Imitation of Gehrman Sparrow?

But the employer didn't seem this crazy before; on the contrary, he seemed quite shrewd!

Juan Oro, the elderly man with graying black hair, seemed unaware of the gun barrel in front of his forehead. He turned his head to the side, moved aside from the Revolver, and continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Lumian pulled the trigger without even blinking.

Bang!

A bright yellow bullet was fired from the Revolver, heading straight for Juan Oro's head.

A hand suddenly appeared, blocking the bullet's trajectory. The bullet instantly lost speed, slowing down and landing in the palm with a spinning motion. It was caught in the palm, as if sinking into a thick swamp.

The broad, bronze-colored hand belonged to the young man supporting Juan Oro. He stared at Lumian, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips, before roaring:

Are you crazy?

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes were already filled with Reddish-White Fireball, which rained down on him from a distance of less than a meter.

Almost simultaneously, Lumian felt himself being pulled out of this world. He was no longer in a carriage, and the earth was no longer in his eyes. An endless darkness floated in the void.

Guided by an invisible force, the Reddish-White Fireball plummeted downwards, deviating from their intended course.

Rumble!

They piled up and blasted to the roadside dozens of meters away, creating a deep and large crater.

Startled, the horses all raised their front hooves and neighed in fear. The Coachman instinctively pulled on the reins, trying his best to control the animals' reaction.

Lumian's "hallucination" vanished with the explosion, and the images of Juan Oro and the young man reappeared in his eyes.

Juan Oro, his face deeply wrinkled and his hair and beard bristling, raised his black cane and reprimanded in a voice neither loud nor soft, "Have you made enough of a scene?"

Lumian smiled and raised his right hand holding the Revolver again, aiming at the Fishing Guild president once more.

Just then, Ruvio Paco's voice came from the back of the carriage:

"Let them come over."

This is in Intis language.

Lumian then lowered his arm and said with a smile in Intis language, "My employer has given you permission to Past."

He looked as if he hadn't understood a word Juan Oro and the young man had said in the Highland Language.

Juan Oro glanced at him for a few seconds, then looked away, leaning on his cane, and walked around to the side of the carriage. The young man supporting him continued to glare at Lumian, but didn't know what to say, because the other man couldn't understand him at all.

Juan Oro looked out the car window and asked in a calm voice, "Marta, I heard you're sick?"

"Yes," That One old lady replied weakly through the glass.

Juan Oro nodded:

"Has the Governor granted you permission to seek treatment? Do you need me to plead your case?"

"It has been permitted," Ruvio answered on behalf of his mother.

"That's good." Juan Oro nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

He then turned sideways, leaning on his cane, and slowly walked toward the building where the "Governor of the Sea" residence was located.

The young man supporting him glared at Lumian resentfully before turning his attention back to the old man.

Lumian adjusted himself back to his original sitting position as if nothing had happened, and said to Lugano, "The carriage can continue forward."

Lugano suddenly came to his senses, as if he had just come to his senses, and quickly instructed the equally frightened Coachman to Soothing the horses and leave Milo Village as soon as possible.

They made it back to 21 Saint Lana Street without incident.

Lumian retrieved Ludwig, whose lips still glistened with oil, from Giorgia and smiled at Ruvio Paco, saying, "Remember your promise."

"Otherwise..."

He smiled but didn't say anything more.

"Don't worry," Ruvio replied to Intis language.

After watching Louis Berri and his Godson and translator leave, Giorgia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her husband, saying, "I've never seen a child eat so much; he must be abnormal!"

"Otherwise, Louis Berri wouldn't have felt so comfortable leaving him in our house." Ruvio showed no surprise.

Aquinas Street, Solo Hotel.

After closing the door, Lugano couldn't help but ask Lumian:

"Why are you being so radical? That's the president of the Santa Port Fishing Guild, a famous and important figure, and besides, that's Milo Village!"

He believed his employer must have Concealment motives.

Lumian glanced at his guide, smiled, and said, "What else? Why not take advantage of the public setting, when it's unlikely the conflict will escalate to a life-or-death struggle, to test them, to gauge their strength? Waiting until late at night, when everyone is less concerned about the authority of the ' Earth Mother ' Church and the Feynapotter government, is too dangerous."

If it turns out that Juan Oro possesses Divinity power, then we'd better hurry and summon our helpers!

"Yes..." Lugano suddenly realized.

Sure enough, the employer's apparent madness was all a facade; every act of radicalism had a hidden purpose!

But did he come to Santa Port to do something at the Sea-Praying Ritual? Otherwise, why is he always targeting the people from the Fishing Guild?

That would be very dangerous!

Should I resign early and forgo the final payment?

Lumian smiled as he looked at the silent translator, walked to the Armchair in the living room, and relaxed down.

He only told Lugano one of the purposes behind those previous actions, the most superficial one.

His most important purpose was to convey a message through those radical actions:

He's here to investigate the Sea-Praying Ritual. He's not afraid of the Fishing Guild or the people from Milo Village; he has the strength and the guts!

Whether it was Forced Entry the "Governor of the Sea's " residence or pointing a gun at Juan Oro's head and firing it without a second thought, it was all to convey these messages.

He believed there must be people in Santa Port who were not entirely satisfied with the Fishing Guild's dislike of the Sea-Praying Ritual, since the main beneficiaries were fishermen, Sea Merchants, and those in related industries; they did not represent the entirety of Santa Port.

For example, although the "Earth Mother" Church and the Santa Port government were previously reluctant to handle such issues for various reasons, allowing the Fishing Guild to govern itself and even preventing Outsider from participating in related matters, if someone showed a strong, reckless, and fearless investigative tendency, wouldn't they be tempted? Would they tacitly approve or even secretly support this person in stirring up trouble for their own benefit?

Similarly, the beneficiaries are not monolithic; some are in power, while others are disillusioned; some are high and mighty, while others are envious. They may not necessarily want the Sea-Praying Ritual to disappear from the historical stage, but most would like to see those in power fall from grace, making room for themselves.

In this way, Lumian, who had established the banner of investigating the Sea-Praying Ritual and being decisive, strong, and outstanding, no longer needed to run around, ask questions, or distinguish traces. He could receive all kinds of information, whether overt or covert, while sitting at home and compare them to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

For an Outsider with limited time, this is the quickest and most effective way to figure out the entire process of the Sea-Praying Ritual and the truth behind Last Year's accident.

This is also a reasonable strategy to draw the attention of the adventurer Louis Berri and arouse suspicion from the Core Member the "April Fool's Day" group who may be lurking in the shadows and have set a trap.

At that time, combining the intelligence gathered and the clues discovered, Lumian will have a chance to find them by exploiting the target's trap.

Of course, the biggest problem with this plan is that it is quite dangerous, since it would put him in the spotlight. But what Hunting doesn't involve risks? Besides, Lumian has many helpers.

In a flash, Lumian realized that becoming a "Conspirer" had given him a clearer grasp of the situation and the conflicts between various groups. Now, using the term Aurora liked to employ, he gained a deeper understanding of intrigue:

The most ingenious conspiracy is an overt one!

This is also one of the key roles he Acting later.

A little after two o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian saw his Messenger, "The Penitent" Bainfel, emerge from the void and hand him a letter.

He asked, somewhat puzzled, "Whose?"

Didn't we already communicate and exchange ideas before?

"It's the tall Witch's," Bainfel replied.

Franca has something else to do? Lumian took the letter and began to read it.

"The man she and Jenna encountered on the Fourth Level of the Catacombs seems to be from the world of the ' Celestial Master,' the world she Transmigration before?" Lumian's pupils dilated slightly.

This seems to be different from the members of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society; they are soul Transmigration, while this person brings their body directly!

Surprised, Lumian grasped a problem:

Why would someone like that go to the Fourth Level of the Catacombs?

Is it because the ' Samaritan Woman Spring ' is sealed there, sealing the overflowing waters of the River of the Underworld that connects the two worlds?

Have similar people come to our world before? If so, why didn't they leave any traces like Emperor Roselle and other Transmigrator?

"Franca and Jenna's trip to the Fourth Level of the Catacombs seems to have too many coincidences... Not only did they discover new ' Mirror World Fragment,' but they also encountered that one person..."

After writing back to Franca with all the questions he had in mind, Lumian was about to ask Lugano to translate today's newspaper when he heard footsteps in the corridor.

He twitched his eyebrows slightly, pulled over a chair with a backrest, and sat down facing the door.

Knock, knock, knock. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of their Suite.

"Who?" Lugano asked.

A mature and gentle voice came from outside the door:

"I am Noelia of the Order of Abundance."

Upon hearing the name, Lumian leaned back slightly and smiled.

He felt that his "Conspirer Potion" had been digested a little more.