He took off his sunglasses and spoke in Dutanese with a weary look, âMy gut tells me I shouldnât look directly at them. I can only take a quick glance at most.â
âWhyâs that?â Rhea asked curiously, her wildness evident as she carried her hunting bow.
âJust intuition,â Kolobo replied firmly, unsure of the reason but convinced he shouldnât stare.
Loban, the Feysacian, wore a pensive expression.
âWhatâs on your mind?â Maslow, his face painted white, turned to him and asked.
The three had worked together in Tizamo Town for a year and understood each other well. Maslow could tell Loban had thought of something from his look.
Observing Camus and the othersâ gazes, Loban pondered for a moment before saying, âWhile adventuring across the Five Seas, I came across this saying: âDonât look directly at God.'â
âDonât look directly at GodâŠâ Camusâs forehead twitched as he whispered the phrase.
As a Castiya family descendant, albeit from a collateral branch, he had more extensive mystical knowledge than most Beyonders.
Could it be that Louis Berry and his godson were actual gods, unable to be gazed upon?
No, that couldnât be right. Kolobo avoided looking at Twanaku directly, yet Twanaku was merely a Sequence 5 Beyonder of the Prisoner and Criminal pathwaysânot even a demigod!
âIâve heard that before during the padreâs sermons. Itâs about respecting and worshiping God, right?â said Rhea, a devout Eternal Blazing Sun believer.
âNo, itâs not from the Church scriptures. Itâs recorded in a mystical text,â Loban shook his head, rejecting her explanation.
Maslow let out a deep chuckle.
âSurely the great adventurer canât literally be a deity walking among us?â
âMaybe not a true deity,â Loban recalled, âBut the bookâs notes state it refers to a âMythical Creatureâ. Iâm unsure what exactly that means, but if it contains the word âgodâ, it must have at least some level of godhood. Could that adventurer be a demigod?â
âIt doesnât seem that way currently,â Camus said, gradually forming a new idea. âPerhaps the adventurer is simply one of a deityâs Blessed, carrying a divine item or aura bestowed upon him. So itâs true we canât directly look at âGodâ, but that âGodâ isnât referring to him, only something he possesses.â
This could explain the situation with Twanaku very well.
âYou mean like the most famous adventurer?â Loban the Feysacian realized.
Adventurers, treasure hunters, pirates and merchants across the Five Seas now knew Gehrman Sparrow had been The Foolâs Oracle before becoming an Angel.
âPrecisely.â Camus nodded.
Simultaneously, he inwardly cursed.
Dogsh*t, why was I sent to watch over matters involving a deityâs Blessed?
This was undoubtedly perilous. A moment of carelessness could lead to death!
Camus hadnât wanted to accept Vice-Captain Reazaâs order the day before, but over the past five years, Reaza had saved him from the brink of death three times. He couldnât refuse.
Otherwise, with the prestigious âDonâ prefix and Castiya family name, he could have declined his superiorâs orders. At worst, he could leave the patrol team and seek opportunities elsewhere. After all, he had already digested the Sequence 7 Interrogator potion. He had saved enough funds for his subsequent advancement thanks to Louis Berryâs two commissions. Even returning to his family, he wouldnât be the type brushed aside.
But to repay Reazaâs kindness, Camus reluctantly agreed to come to Tizamo Town and monitor Louis Berryâs every move. Feeling upset, he couldnât help but inwardly curse.
As a devout and educated believer in Mother Earth, Camus wouldnât curse with vulgar phrases like âson of aâŠâ From his view, mothers were greatâbirth and nurturing equally important, just as the earth nurtured all thingsâ growth.
After discussing the adventurer Louis Berry, Loban the Feysacian turned to Camus and Kolobo, saying, âWhen we transferred to Tizamo, we were told we could return after a year, that we wouldnât stay forever. Now, nearly a year has passed, and youâre here too. Does that mean we can return to Port Pylos?â
As a Feysacian, you appear tall, robust, boorish, and unintelligent, but youâre actually dishonest⊠Did you discover that Louis Berryâs matter might be a huge problem and want an excuse to slip away early? Camus acutely sensed Lobanâs hidden thoughts and joked, âThereâs still a week left! Donât even think about returning to Port Pylos early. Weâre not here for your rotation.â
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At the Brieu Motel.
This was the favorite accommodation for the gentlemen who came to Tizamo Town to hunt. Although it couldnât compare to Hotel Orella, it was at least relatively clean.
Lumianâs sole reason for choosing this place was the availability of a suite.
Otherwise, he would have to rent two adjacent rooms and utilize his Hunterâs precise grasp of structures to blast through the adjoining wall without affecting the overall load-bearing walls. When departing, heâd get Lugano to replace the stone bricks and repair the opening.
The ground floor was equally open, supported by stone pillars. However, the three-story building above bore a distinct Intisian flair. The beige walls, recessed statuary niches, arched windows, and venetian curtains made Lumian feel as if he had returned to Trier.
When Lugano lit the mosquito repellent candle and used its slightly pungent smell to chase away the poisonous insects and mosquitoes, it became even more reminiscent.
This is very similar to Trieriens using sulfurâs smell to repel bedbugs⊠Lumian recalled his initial arrival in Trier.
After using sulfurâs smell to chase the bedbugs into the neighboring room, playwright Gabriel ignited it and drove them back. After this back-and-forth, most bedbugs went elsewhere, leaving only a few that the doll messenger eliminated.
He walked to the window and gazed at the street below.
The gentlemen in hunting attire and their servants on unicorns weaved through the dark-brown or light-brown townspeople, flowing into Brieu Motel, jungle restaurants, and other establishments like rivers.
Under the noon sun, Tizamo Town was scorchingly humid this season, making it unsuitable for outdoor activities.
On the second floor, Lumian focused his attention and observed the passersby directly below.
He attempted to discern any potential issues with Tizamo Town from their fortunes.
He was prepared for backlash or corruption.
These passersbyâs fortunes are normal. Some seem to have romantic encounters looming, some would lose money, and some might encounter a bloody calamity, but nothing too seriousâŠ
Lumian averted his gaze and said to Lugano, âTake Ludwig to rest. Iâll take a walk outside.â
âAlright.â Knowing the trip to Tizamo Town might be dangerous, Lugano had no intention of wandering out unless his boss asked him to prepare food for Ludwig.
He had no choice but to go along. Otherwise, he would be the one eaten!
Tizamo Town wasnât small with streets spanning out in two directions. Lumian strolled leisurely, hands in pockets, donning a golden straw hat.
He no longer wore the straw hat to enhance Louis Berryâs persona, but to shield himself from the sunlight. He had intended to do so many times before.
This was because an adverse effect of Shadow Transformation was a greater fear of sunlight than ordinary people.
Although Lumian could endure relying on his Ascetic abilities, this would impact his condition to some extent. Why make things difficult when he could resolve it with a straw hat?
Moreover, with the appearance of Louis Berry wearing a golden straw hat, the enemy wouldnât think he was afraid of sunlight.
As his gaze casually shifted, Lumian spotted a girl.
She was a typical Northern Continent native, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, a few sparkling bows adorning her head. Her azure-tinged eyes accentuated her sharp, delicate nose. An unmistakable youthful aura radiated between her brows.
The girl wore a light, lace-trimmed, pleated white dress, but instead of high heels, she donned a pair of brown leather boots. As she conversed and laughed with companions, she danced, seemingly unconcerned about passersbyâs opinions.
Lumian glanced at her again.
It wasnât because she was beautiful. Although quite lovely, her appearance and bearing couldnât compare to a Demoness or truly beautiful humans.
Lumian simply sensed her personality differed from Trierâs ladies.
In Trier, no matter how open-minded respectable middle and upper-class women were in private, they still publicly cared about image and othersâ opinionsâa product of their upbringing.
This girl exuded an air of freedom. She could laugh loudly or spin around whenever she pleased.
This was distinct from an improperly raised lower-class womanâs demeanor. This girlâs attire, speech and aura indicated good education and upbringing.