Chapter 29 Holy Communion

Thermiporos fell silent and did not make any more sounds.

Lumian continued to listen to the bishop's sermon and the general situation of the Fool's Church.

He learned that there was a continent called the God-Forsaken Land in this world, which was cursed and exiled by the gods.

The gods abandoned that continent, but Mr. Fool did not. He sent the Angel of Redemption, Gehrman Sparrow, to lead the surviving humans in the lost city-states out of the God-Forsaken Land.

They rebuilt their homes on the islands in the sea, so the current headquarters of the Fool's Church is in the New Silver City in the Sonia Sea.

The other two holy places are also located in that sea area, namely Crescent City and Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands.

Lumian listened with relish and had a preliminary understanding of the Fool's Church.

After the sermon, the bishop and the priest of the same name initiated the Holy Communion, which was a cup of transparent and colorless liquid and a giant fruit shell covered with burnt marks.

Lumian first picked up the glass and gulped down a sip. He felt that the liquid inside tasted slightly sweet, very similar to dairy products, but more fragrant.

Then, he used a wooden spoon to dig out the food in the giant fruit shell. As soon as he put the food into his mouth, Lumian showed a surprised expression: it was meat, this was too luxurious.

The Holy Communion of the Eternal Sun Church could not do this, it was just red wine and unfermented bread.

Lumian was refreshed and chewed with interest. The food in his mouth felt that it was both delicious and had the texture of meat and the sweetness and sourness of fruit.

It even exuded a strange fragrance, which was completely different from the various common dishes in Trier.

While he ate, he listened to the bishop introduce the origin of the Holy Communion: it was the favorite food of the Angel of Redemption, German Sparrow, when he was still walking on the earth, and she was the trumpet of the Lord, preaching the oracle of the Lord.

The liquid is called Tyana, which is named after a giant fruit that is a specialty of the Rorsted Islands. It is squeezed from its pulp. The Tyana fruit shell, which has lost most of its pulp, is stuffed with mashed lamb and fish, and finally baked into the Holy Communion Tyativa.

Of course, the Fool Church cannot transport that giant fruit from the Rorsted Islands to Trier specifically for the distribution of Holy Communion. This requires crossing three oceans, and even the greenest fruits will ripen until they rot, wasting money and resources.

With the help of a botanist, the Fool Church cultivated an improved Tyana tree that can grow and bear fruit in the south of Intis, and it has a stronger milk flavor.

It is a very maritime delicacy. If it were not for Mr. Fool's church, it would not be possible to go out to preach and preach. Otherwise, I don't know how many people would dare to believe in such a Holy Communion.

That is not good either. Too many people believe in Mr. Fool, which will make the cost of the Holy Communion astronomical.

After worrying about the Church of Fools for a few seconds, Lumian, who had not yet had dinner, ate up the Teyativa and finally gulped down the Teyana juice.

"Praise the Fool." Lumian stood up with extraordinary sincerity, bowed, and slowly left the church illuminated by candlelight, and walked into the night outside.

Under the light of the gas street lamps, Lumian, wearing a linen shirt and a black vest, rolled up his sleeves, walked along the port area to the other side of the dock, intending to take a public carriage to the Boulevard area.

At this time, Lavigne was much quieter, with only a few groups of sailors passing by occasionally, singing or shouting.

Suddenly, there was a commotion not far away, and someone screamed. As the screams echoed, Lumian saw a figure running towards him at high speed.

He turned his body to get out of the way, looking like a pedestrian who had nothing to do with him.

However, if the other party is disgusting or has done something bad,

Being chased by the victim, Lumian didn't mind stretching out his right foot and tripping him, not for anything else, but mainly to watch the excitement.

In a few breaths, the figure had already run to the edge of the street lamp light, and Lumian's eyebrows moved. The speed was so fast, it didn't look like an ordinary human.

The next second, with the help of the lighting of the gas street lamp, he saw the specific appearance of the figure: it was not a human, but a monster. It only had a wrinkled head, like a human, wearing a torn linen shirt and brown trousers. The parts of the body exposed to the outside were covered with dark green scales. There were no shoes on his feet, and there was a thin and tough membrane between the toes. The slippery dark green mucus flowed on his palms and mouth. There was blood.

Lumian, who had seen many monsters in the ruins of Cordu Village, couldn't panic, but just frowned slightly. This was very similar to the fish man mentioned in the occult magazine. Its dark green scales seemed to have strong defensive capabilities.

Lumian's thoughts raced, and the monster also saw him. He had retreated to the side of the road, his eyes bulging out, becoming more violent and crazy.

It suddenly turned sideways and pounced on Lumian. Lumian instantly arched his body, not retreating but advancing, grabbing the fish-like monster with one step forward.

Bang!

His right hand, clenched into a fist, hit the target's abdomen with a few sparks.

Then, he lowered his body and drilled under the armpit of the monster covered with dark green scales and flowing with disgusting liquid, avoiding the opponent's counterattack and successfully changing his position.

After coming behind the attacker, Lumian turned around quickly, raised his arms, and alternately hit the fish-like monster from behind with fists emitting sparks, knocking it to the ground.

The sound of "clang, clang, clang" echoed. Lumian put away his hands and stopped attacking. He looked at the body that was still struggling and had many corrosion marks on the ground.

A dull and weak explosion sounded, and several red sparks were sprayed from the eyes, nose, ears and mouth of the monster that looked like a fishman. The surface of the body expanded a little and then sank inward, and a lot of dark green scales fell off.

After its whole body twitched a few times, it completely stopped moving. Lumian retracted his sight and cast his eyes on the several figures chasing after him, and casually swung his hands.

In order to relieve the corrosive pain caused by the dark green liquid, he was slightly injured, after all, he was constantly bombarded with heavy punches just now.

Each time he came into contact with the opponent's dark green scales and viscous liquid, the time was very short.

Soon, the figures arrived at the gas street lamp pole. They were all dressed as sailors.

The leader was a mixed-race child from the southern continent with pigtails and brown skin.

He was in his thirties, with thick lips. He first glanced at the fish-man monster lying silently on the ground, and then looked at Lumian with surprise, suspicion and fear.

After a few seconds of silence, the sailor with a pigtailed head said in a vigilant voice: "This is the fish-man we caught at sea. It injured a fellow and escaped."

It is indeed a fish-man. Did they really catch it? Why not just turn it into various materials and move it to Trier, but have to take the risk of keeping it alive?

Lumian muttered silently, and asked with a smile: "Are you going to apologize for it and give me mental damages to comfort my frightened heart?"

The leading sailor and his companion looked at each other, unable to grasp the true thoughts of the young man in front of them. At this moment, the sound of neat running came from a distance, mixed with the friction and collision of guns.

It was the patrol soldiers who heard the screams and rushed over.

The sailor with many braids felt nervous. He subconsciously tried to grab the body of the monster while observing Lumian's reaction. He planned to stop trying as soon as the other party showed dissatisfaction.

At the same time, he kept saying, "No problem, we have no problem." He meant that we would pay for mental damages.

Lumian felt that what they wanted to take away was mainly the extraordinary characteristics extracted by the fishman, but the monster was too weak. He was not interested in discussing the distribution plan with these guys at the risk of it. It was not worthy of the shadow branch at all.

This group of guys who did things roughly and ignored the traces, if they were lucky enough to get rid of the official tracking, and they could still catch up with them when they came back, they would just charge some mental damages.

Lumian watched the group of sailors carry away the fishman monster, and he walked forward as before.

Not long after, a few patrol soldiers caught up with him, examined his condition, and asked him if he had encountered anything unusual.

Lumian pointed in the direction where the sailors left with unusual frankness: "I heard screams and saw a group of people running in that direction. They looked like sailors."

The sergeant leading the patrol nodded with satisfaction and said: "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome. This is what a qualified citizen should do." Lumian smiled in response.

Soon, the other soldiers found the corrosion marks and scales on the ground, and found drops of sticky liquid that had not completely evaporated. They followed them and chased into the dock.

Lumian sighed and continued to walk towards the public carriage station. Clap, clap, clap, he heard a not-so-warm applause.

Lumian turned his head nervously and saw that a person sat on the cargo boxes piled not far away.

The man had burnt yellow eyebrows, the same color hair, and dark blue but bright eyes. He wore a linen shirt and brown waistcoat, and a pair of black leather boots hanging on his long trousers.

Lumian was startled and recognized the other party's identity: Flame Danitz, a great pirate second only to several pirate kings.

Lumian calmed down immediately, because the other party had another identity: he was no longer a pirate, but now was the messenger of Mr. Fool.

As the holder of the Minor Arcana card, Lumian believed that as long as he revealed his identity, the other party would definitely not embarrass him.

Flame Danitz looked at Lumian for a few seconds, and easily jumped from the top of the wooden box pile to the ground.

He laughed twice and said leisurely: "You can choose the most effective, most targeted, and most likely to quickly solve the prey in a very short time. You can perfectly avoid the chaos and the surface defense strengthened by the scales. Your war head wisdom is quite good. I admire it."

"How about it, are you interested in joining my team and becoming my subordinate?"

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