The rchant responded cautiously to Camus's translation, "Sir, we don't really have any special folklore festivals. We only celebrate two festivals every year. One is the Sun Sacrifice in December, and the other is the New Sun Festival in June."
The Sun Sacrifice was a recurring festival for the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, marking the day with the longest daylight of the year when the sun reached its zenith at noon.
In the Northern Continent, it took place in mid-to-late June, while in the Southern Continent, due to the reversed seasons, it occurred in mid-to-late December.
The New Sun Festival, originating from the believers of the Southern Continent's Eternal Blazing Sun, involved celebrations during the longest night and shortest days, welcoming the return of the sun and anticipating more light and warr weather.
This celebration often coincided with the New Year in many parts of the Southern Continent, gradually rging the two festivities.
The rchant explained that the citizens of Tizamo Town solely celebrated festivals connected to the Eternal Blazing Sun, having abandoned the traditions related to Death.
He reflected for a mont and added, "It's been like this for a long ti—since my grandfather was born."
Matani, particularly Port Pylos and the gold mine city of Devise, had been Intis's colony for nearly a century. The native population was compelled to convert generations ago, becoming followers of the Eternal Blazing Sun. This, however, was limited to areas effectively managed by colonial institutions in the past.
When Lumian arrived in Port Pylos, his first impression was: at the docks, in the heart of the city, it resembled the port cities of Intis. Yet, the workers' skin was darker and browner. The streets frequented by Intisians and Feynapotterians were sparsely populated and desolate. After passing Hotel Orella and exploring other areas of Port Pylos, various buildings with West Balam characteristics erged. More pedestrians populated the streets, and the echoes of Dutanese filled the air.
Lumian sought further details, indirectly confirming the rchant's words. Interrogator Camus discerned no signs of deception.
"What things have left a deep impression on you since you were young that you still rember from ti to ti?" Lumian shifted the conversation.
Recalling, the rchant replied, "Grand funerals… Newly built coffins…
"The primitive tribe that clashes with us every year… The occasional scream at night because of them…
"Everyone's hardworking, calm, and well-educated. We get angry, but we don't argue on the spot or shout. We choose to find the padre, officers, and judges to determine who's right and who's wrong…"
Camus translated the rchant's words to Lumian, adding a few comnts.
"That's indeed the case. I've been to Tizamo. The people there are very docile. Even if they're treated unfairly, they rarely resist violently. The manor owners of the surrounding plantations love to hire them, reducing the cost of buying slaves.
"Of course, it's not that they're emotionless and won't resist. Instead, they tend to abide by order and follow the official processes to resolve problems. I-I guess they can be considered outstanding believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun?"
The honorific na of the Eternal Blazing Sun contained the description "Embodint of Order."
As a mber of the Feynapotter royal lineage, Camus undoubtedly believed in the Earth Mother. He knew that Louis Berry hailed from the Intis Republic and was likely a believer of the Eternal Blazing Sun.
Lumian stood up, extending his arms with a smile. "Praise the Sun!"
"Praise the Sun!" The rchant hastily followed suit.
Lumian settled back into his seat, contemplating for a few fleeting monts.
"Have you experienced any strange dreams?"
The rchant nodded, then shook his head.
"Many, but they slip away from mory. Do you not encounter such dreams?"
Indeed. Dreams often elude the control of one's consciousness. They can reveal spiritual insights, mirror suppressed desires, or reflect events from the day. Sotis, these elents intertwine, resulting in strange and unpredictable dreams. I, too, frequently encounter such dreams. In the past, when I battled the Demon corruption, they were even more bizarre and exaggerated… Lumian sensed that the rchant's response was impeccable.
If the other party could pinpoint a specific strange dream, that might raise suspicion.
Either the dream was exceptionally strange and unforgettable, or the rchant was abnormal and had prepared in advance before coming.
After discussing other matters, Lumian escorted the rchant out of the master bedroom.
The responses of the other two Tizamons were similar to the rchant's, only supplenting the details they observed at their level and sharing encounters with their own characteristics.
Lumian found no traces of the Dream Festival.
If the Dream Festival is genuinely linked to Tizamo, there's only one possibility: When the townsfolk fall asleep, they enter a dream world to celebrate the festival. Upon waking, they forget everything…
Or, there's another possibility. Two factions may be involved in Hisoka's Tizamo Town prank. First, the citizens of Tizamo. Second, the primitive tribe in the nearby forest. Could the Dream Festival be a celebration for that primitive tribe?
Hisoka's prank impacted the Dream Festival, leading the primitive tribe to suddenly attack Tizamo, resulting in significant casualties and concealing the traces of his advancent ritual to Desire Apostle. Lumian pondered as he walked Camus and the three Tizamons to the door.
Upon returning to the master bedroom, he stood before the desk and gazed at the stone wall in front of him. His eyes flickered with anticipation and unease.
His decision to stay in the Southern Continent and actively pursue Hisoka's inheritance was indeed to grow amid blood, fire, chaos, and conflict, securing more acting opportunities. He aid to open the door to godhood and advance to Sequence 4 as soon as possible.
The reason for his impatience was: he saw a glimr of hope in reviving his sister!
The state of the Naboredisleys on Hanth Island provided him with that glimr of hope.
This hope stemd from the belief that a high-ranking figure of the Earth Mother Church might possess the ability to divide another person's soul. This would allow each soul fragnt to grow into a relatively separate individual through rebirth.
Aurore's soul fragnt was sealed within Lumian's body.
Perhaps a high-ranking mber of the Church of Earth Mother could use one or more soul fragnts to resurrect Aurore in a new form!
Lumian wasn't certain if such a plan could be realized or if it constituted true "resurrection," but it was the most plausible thod he had encountered so far. He was determined to give it a try.
Of course, he couldn't experint with Aurore's soul fragnt directly. His plan was to deliberately create so soul fragnts in future cullings and seek help from the Church of Earth Mother to see if they could be reborn and if the person who returned was the sa individual.
Once all the details were confird, he would revive Aurore.
Lumian didn't believe he had the qualifications to collaborate with the Church of Earth Mother. Only by becoming a demigod and relying on the secret organization, the Tarot Club, could he gain the Church of Earth Mother's attention and fulfill the transaction conditions proposed by the other party.
For this, Lumian couldn't wait to obtain godhood and advance to Sequence 4.
At tis, Lumian wished his sister were also a Blessed of Celestial Worthy and had inherited the ancient castle. This way, her resurrection might be more straightforward.
Yes, to extract Aurore's soul fragnt, I must undo Mr. Fool's seal. To undo his seal, I have to wait for Termiboros to beco very weak. For Termiboros to weaken, I need to continuously extract his power at a higher level. And to withstand the power of a higher level, I have to possess godhood and advance step by step… Lumian's thoughts gradually clarified, and he unprecedentedly yearned for an advancent.
…
Trier, Quartier de la Cathédrale Commémorative, Apartnt 702, 9 Rue Orosai.
Franca lay on the bed beneath a velvet blanket, her cheeks still flushed, eyes moist, and her expression unusually complicated.
Beside her, Jenna rested under the sa velvet cover. She had slipped into a deep slumber, her brows furrowed with a mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, resistance, and nostalgia. Her outstretched arms and exposed fair skin still bore traces of the recent fervor.
Franca gazed at Jenna and let out a sudden sigh.
The experience had exceeded her expectations, yet a sense of emptiness lingered in her heart.
It was beautiful in the mont, but what would transpire after the digestion of the Pleasure potion?
Could physical intimacy and emotional distance coexist?
Did overwhelming pleasure pave the way for sorrow? Was it the agony of sinking into oblivion while resisting salvation?
Sigh… Franca released another soft sigh.
She sensed that her Pleasure potion had been substantially digested.
…
Matani State, Port Pylos.
Lumian, sipping a glass of Gwadar, looked up and spoke to Lugano as if discussing the weather.
"We're heading to Tizamo Town today. Will you join Ludwig and , or will you stay here and wait for us?
"Let warn you in advance. The situation in Tizamo Town might be very dangerous."
Very dangerous… He wanted to say he'd stay in Port Pylos, but mories of Father Montserrat flashed in his mind.
Gritting his teeth, he replied, "I'm with you."
If danger lurked in Tizamo Town, he could rely on his boss to bail him out. But here? Only himself!
Lumian nodded slightly and didn't say more.
After checking out and hitting the street, he chuckled at Lugano and Ludwig, "Do we take a coffin to Tizamo, or should we grab a carriage?"
Before Lugano and Ludwig could answer, a four-wheeled, four-seater carriage rolled up from under the shade.
The carriage's driver, a young man, kept his head low, not daring to look away.
Coming to a stop, Camus Castiya erged. He forced a smile and said to Lumian, "Thanks for your help these past days. I'll escort you to Tizamo."
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