Chapter 597 Too Dirty

597 Too Dirty

Francas curiosity was piqued by Lumians words.

Is there anything we cant see?

Are you sure you want to watch? Im afraid it will deal a strong blow to your mind, Lumian asked in a teasing tone.

Amused, Franca pointed at herself and retorted, Me? Im not a minor. My mind is very mature. Why wouldnt I dare to look? Heh, Im much more knowledgeable than you, boy!

Jenna nodded in agreement, silently endorsing Francas claim.

Without further persuasion, Lumian left the apartment and headed to the room he had rented with a fake ID to monitor himself.

Lugano was staying there with Ludwig.

Franca followed with Jenna and Anthony, muttering, I thought it was something major. Isnt it just going to your G.o.dson? What impact on the mind

Lumian signaled for Lugano to retreat temporarily. Then, he retrieved two gruesome items from his Travelers Bag, forming a humanoid figure with them.

Maintaining an unchanged expression, Lumian looked at Ludwig and pointed at the two parts of Mad Ladys corpse.

Is it edible?

Edible Franca was taken aback.

Her gaze s.h.i.+fted between the repulsive corpse parts and Ludwigs boyish appearance. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea, as if her mind had been corrupted by the imagined scene.

Indeed, Lumians G.o.dson gained knowledge or abilities by consuming specific creatures, including humans. Memory, after all, was a form of knowledge!

Franca couldnt suppress her urge to retch, regretting her decision to witness the cannibalistic act.

To make matters worse, she knew the person who had been consumedMad Lady. She had interacted with her before.

Jennas face contorted, clearly struggling to contain her churning stomach acid. Anthony, a seasoned veteran accustomed to witnessing scenes of gore, subconsciously frowned.

Ludwig scrutinized the two b.l.o.o.d.y corpse parts in Lumians hands for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

Its too dirty.

Dirty? Could it be a reference to the severe corruption of the Celestial Worthy? Even you wont dare to swallow it for fear of something happening? Lumian threw Mad Ladys two corpse parts to the ground with regret, summoning a crimson fireball that was nearly white.

Rather than exploding, the fireball adhered to Mad Ladys corpse, burning and compressing it into charred dust.

Amidst the dancing flames and the burning fragrance, Franca and Jenna breathed a sigh of relief.

Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down, addressing Ludwig, who was nonchalantly nibbling on a cupcake, Wasnt that persons arm dirty?

He was referring to Loki.

Just a little. The dirtiest part isnt on the arm, Ludwig commented casually, as if discussing which fish were poisonous and how they should be consumed.

Only then did Lumian get to the point.

What did you gain from that persons arm?

Some knowledge, Ludwig replied, nonchalantly nibbling on a sponge cake covered in light cream, as if he preferred not to be disturbed while eating.

Lumian, feigning indifference, asked bluntly, What are they?

Ludwigs voice alternated between clarity and m.u.f.fled tones as he replied, Sequence Knowledge about his pathway There are two other terms One is Dylan and the other is Orville

Dylan? Is that the name of Lokis ancient castle? And whats Orville? Lumians curiosity peaked, prompting him to interrupt Ludwig.

Apart from the name itself, is there any relevant knowledge?

Ludwig seized the opportunity to take another bite of cake. After chewing and swallowing, he said, No, but these two terms seem to be connected. Orville should be the name of a place, and Dylan is the castles name.

Connected Name of a place Castle Dylan is in Orville? Where is Orville? Lumian turned to Franca, Jenna, and Anthony, realizing they were clueless, shaking their heads in ignorance.

After a moment of contemplation, Lumian spoke in a deep voice,

Our next priority is to find information about Orville and Dylan through our respective channels.

Getting nods of agreement from Franca and the others, Lumian asked Ludwig again, Anything else?

His spirituality is quite abundant, and his quality isnt bad. He doesnt like hard liquor or drinking freely. He only drinks champagne and occasionally has coffee. Hes a loyal advocate of tea leaves. Hes healthy, has good bowel movement, and urinates normally. He hates the smell of the washroom Ludwig shared the information obtained from the half arm.

Franca listened with keen interest, and just as Lumian was about to interject, Ludwig divulged another piece of valuable information:

He owns Castle Dylan, but he doesnt reside there. He only returns occasionally. Hes not the sole proprietor yet. Many areas there arent accessible to him. Recently, he unlocked a room and acquired a dark-gold mask.

That mask will grant him immense power, but once he wears it, hell face terrifying matters.

Could that dark-gold mask be a relic from the original owner of Castle Dylan? Perhaps a memento from the previous leader of the Secret Order? Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

To him, this information wasnt particularly crucial as the dark-gold mask had already been handed over to Mr. K. Thus, he had no reason to be concerned about it.

Franca, Jenna, and Anthony prepared to return to Trier after the Q&A session with Ludwig, having confirmed that they had gleaned all they could.

Of course, Lumian took responsibility for their return journey. Franca couldnt bring herself to use one of the Seven-Stone Bracelets at the moment.

By the way, Lumian looked at Franca, pondering for a moment. Contact the Eternal Blazing Sun Church and see if theyre willing to exchange information about the humanoid Sealed Artifact and its corresponding story. Well make efforts to facilitate this transaction.

Upon Bards mention that he was uncertain about his human status, Lumian realized his resemblance to the humanoid Sealed Artifact. However, Bard retained his rationality and clarity, possessing a relatively independent fate. Otherwise, he could be deemed a walking Grade 0 humanoid Sealed Artifact. This sparked Lumians curiosity about the humanoid Sealed Artifact, wanting to uncover what had happened to her and why she had transformed in such a manner.

Franca nodded and instinctively said, But, uh, that lady only mentioned the possibility of returning it, nothing definite.

Were merely striving to facilitate the transaction. Its not guaranteed either. Lumian chuckled.

He quickly sent Franca, Jenna, and Anthony back to Trier Quartier de la Cathdrale Commmorative before entering Aquina Street. Strolling among the citizens still immersed in the afterglow of the celebration, he made his way towards Solow Motel.

Half of the motels fifth floor had collapsed, and the fourth floor was severely damaged. Otta, the owner, observed the scene with sorrow and helplessness. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldnt come.

At a certain point, Noelia of the Fertility Order approached Louis Berry, the adventurer overseeing Solow Motel. She spoke in a formal tone, Your partner said youd be responsible for the compensation.

Lumian retrieved 10,000 gold risot from his Travelers Bag and handed it to Noelia.

Noelia glanced at his black coin bag and sighed with emotion.

Thats good stuff.

The combat nun then counted the compensation.

10,000 risot? Thats enough to build two motels like this!

How generous. Just as expected from an adventurer who recently bagged a bounty of 300,000 gold risot.

Lumian brushed off Noelias teasing and continued, This is the reward from the Paco familys commission.

The Paco family Noelia fell silent.

The Paco familys matriarch, the current family head, and his wifeall perished in this conflict.

Lumian pressed on, weaving through the crowd as if on a leisurely stroll.

In the dusks afterglow, he heard singing, seabirds chirping, and citizens animatedly discussing the past few days.

Did you see that? In the morning, seabirds came to pay their respects to the Governor of the Sea!

Is this years sea prayer ritual that successful?

Thats right. Back then, many vines grew crazily. Many people fainted from joy. This is Earth Mothers recognition of the sea prayer ritual!

No, thats not right. It represents a b.u.mper harvest. It means this years fish harvest will fill s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p!

Praise the Earth, praise the Mother of All Things!

Praise the Governor of the Sea!

Though Lumian wasnt privy to the Church of Earth Mothers method to make citizens view the morning mysticism roundup as a miracle, he sensed joy and delight in everyones hearts.

Leisurely, he thought, I wonder if the remaining committee members of the Fisheries Guild have finalized the choice for the fake Governor of the Sea. Sure, the real Simon Guiaro is the top contender. However, it doesnt matter who takes the role this year. The power leaked by the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p is now in my possession. In the next year or even two, there wont be frequent catastrophes in these waters. The sea creatures will reproduce faster thanks to the watering

Heh heh, from a certain perspective, Im the true Governor of the Seafor just a week

In the midst of the lively parade and numerous street vendors, Lumian casually located a bar and ordered an undiluted Manzan and a large cup of locally brewed dark-gold malt beer.

Placing the Manzan gla.s.s across from the small round table, he lifted his beer, clinking it. Then, he muttered with a smile, Did you see that? Did you hear that? Their dance, their singing, and the sound of fish multiplying.

Isnt this the future you desire?

With that said, Lumian downed a mouthful of dark-gold beer.