Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and went up the stone steps.
Not long after, a light appeared in front of him, and noisy voices came.
For those who came out of the silence, it was like the whole world came to life.
Lumian quickened his pace and used his right hand holding the suitcase to twist the valve on the surface of the calcium carbide lamp, so that the water droplets from the upper cylinder would no longer drip into the calcium carbide pile below.
As the acetylene gas burned out, the flame of the metal bell mouth gradually went out.
At this time, the scene outside also came into Lumian's eyes:
The buildings, high and low, seemed to freeze at the moment when they were about to collapse, maintaining a state of tilting or crumbling, but also standing tenaciously.
The clothes of pedestrians on the street are either old or tattered, and people are arguing with each other and cursing unilaterally, and the resulting noise seems to never subside.
Lu Mian stood at the exit of the underground area, looked left and right, and found a five-story building called "Golden Rooster Hotel".
The top two floors of this brown-beige building seem to have been built later, which is completely different from the style of the lower three floors that liked to be decorated with columns, arches, large windows and patterns during the Russell period.
Lumian, carrying a suitcase and a calcium carbide lamp, passed between children squatting on the ground looking for orange peels and adults arguing loudly, and walked to the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
He looked up and found yellow phlegm on the floor of the hotel, shredded paper, spilled ketchup, stains smelling of alcohol, and a large number of bed bugs lined up on the ceiling and walls from time to time.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding something in his hand, Lumian would definitely have to applaud a few times for such a scene.
The old taverns in Kordu Village are much cleaner than this!
He looked for a route without any filth and came to the front desk quickly and slowly.
There sat a chubby middle-aged woman, her gray-white long skirt stained with a lot of oil, and her brown hair simply tucked back at the back of her head.
She raised her head and swept Lumian with her blue eyes, not surprised at all by the disgust and resistance he showed on his face:
"In the chaotic streets, in the market area, this is the best and cheapest hotel, but the boss is a disgusting miser, reluctant to hire a few regular cleaning maids, and only find someone to clean once a week."
"He's also stingy with your salary?" Lumian asked rhetorically in a youthful and curious tone.
The middle-aged woman was furious:
"Do you want to rent a house?"
"Yes." Lumian seemed to be frightened, and quickly spoke to express his attitude, "I want to know the price."
The middle-aged woman eased her emotions:
"Depending on what kind of room you want, the top two floors are 3 Felkin per week, and the lower two floors are 5 Felkin per week, if you still think it's expensive, you can go up and knock on the door one by one, ask who is willing to give you half of their bed, or sublet the empty space on the ground to you, about 1 to 1.5 Felkin a week."
"Give me a room on the second floor below." The reason Lumian chose this was that whether he jumped out of the window or took the stairs, it was easier to escape than the two floors above.
The fat woman looked at Lumian twice:
"If you choose to pay the rent for the whole month in one lump sum, you can only give 15 Fairkin."
"Why is it so cheap?" Lumian deliberately shows the ignorance of a country farmer who goes to a big city for the first time.
The middle-aged woman sneered and said:
"Because too many people have to move elsewhere or leave Trier after only one or two weeks.
"This is heaven and hell."
Lumian took out the stack of banknotes just now and pulled out three light blue bills from it.
They are all 5 Felkins, with a bust of Levanques, the first president of the Republic of Intis, and farmers and herders working on the front, and the Honachis Mountains on the back.
After receiving the rent for a whole month, the fat woman's expression was obviously relieved a lot, she took out the two brass-colored keys strung together and threw them upwards to Lumian:
"Room 207 on the second floor, there is a small restaurant on the first floor, the basement is a tavern, there is sulfur in the drawer of the room table, which can help you get rid of those damn bugs, my name is Firth, you can come to me if you have any questions."
"Thank you, Mrs. Firth." Lumian took the key, carried the suitcase and calcium carbide lamp, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.
On the way, he saw newspapers or cheap pink paper pasted on the walls in many places, pasting layer after layer, but some of the paper had come loose, revealing cracks covered by them and a large number of bed bugs.
On the second floor, there are eight rooms and two washrooms, each room is very narrow, on the right is the bed, the table by the window is against the edge of the bed, and the wall is next to the wall, and there is a chair in front of it with a broken leg.
There was no furniture other than these, but there were rows of bed bugs crawling around on the ceiling.
Following Auror, Lumian, who was accustomed to cleanliness and tidiness, put down his suitcase and calcium carbide lamp, opened the drawer, took out some sulfur, and lit them with matches.
In the strong and pungent smell, those bed bugs moved away from this room and moved to other places.
Within seconds, Lumian sniffed and smelled the same smell of sulfur coming from the next room.
Almost at the same time, some bed bugs returned to his room, looking for a safe pure land.
Lumian thought for a moment and probably understood what was going on:
He smoked the bed bugs into the next room with sulfur, and the tenants there tried to use sulfur to drive the bugs back.
Lumian couldn't help but smile, bent down to open the suitcase, and took out paper and pen.
With a strong smell of sulfur, he sat down at the wooden table and began to write:
"Dear Madam 'Magician',
"I have arrived in Trier as agreed, and I wonder if you can tell me what I need to do next, which organization to join, and how to reach them......
"Are those two psychologists available recently, and when will I be able to get treatment?
"For Guillaume. Benet and Madame Pualis, I don't know what new clues you have......"
After writing this short letter, Lumian took out an orange-yellow candle he got from his sister's room.
As he lit the candle with spirituality, the scent of citrus and lavender filled the air.
This made Lumian instinctively close his eyes, and his expression gradually calmed down.
After standing quietly for a minute or two, he took out a ceremonial silver dagger, sanctified, created a "spiritual wall", and dripped essential oils onto the candlelight.
After completing the prerequisites, Lumian placed the "Magician" card on the altar.
This is the medium for summoning messengers, allowing spells pointing to obscurity to be precise and unique.
Lumian took a step back, looked at the slightly hazy orange fire, and recited in a deep voice in ancient Hermes:
"Me!"
An invisible wind suddenly began to swirl inside the "Spiritual Wall", and the light in the room dimmed a little.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian switched to Hermis and said:
"I call in my name:
"Spirits that wander in vanity, creatures of the upper realm who are friendly to humans, belong only to the messengers of 'magicians'."
In the sound of the wind, the candlelight was dyed with a dark blue color, and the surroundings became eerie and cold.
Lumian stared intently at the candle, waiting for the messenger of the "magician"lady to appear.
He waited for several seconds, and there were no additional changes there.
At this moment, the letter he placed on the altar, that is, on the wooden table, floated up and into the air.
Lumian looked up in astonishment and saw an adult man's forearm-height "doll" sitting at the top of the carved window.
The "doll" had long golden hair, light blue eyes, pale skin and a delicate light gold dress, and its facial features looked very much like a real person, but it was also slightly exaggerated and quite weird.
The next second, the letter fell on the "doll's" smooth, shiny and skinless hand.
"You are the messenger of the 'magician' lady?" Lumian asked confirmingly.
The "doll" slowly lowered its head, and its light blue eyes without focus and spirit reflected Lumian's figure.
It said in a ethereal and angry voice:
"Next time, change to a cleaner environment!"
As soon as the words fell, the "doll" disappeared with the letter.
Lumian was stunned for two seconds and whispered to himself:
"Didn't Aurore just say that you just need to keep the altar neat and clean?"
Almost at the same time, he saw a large number of bed bug corpses lying on the ground.
There were no more insects in his room.
"It's better than brimstone......" Lumian touched his chin and ended the summoning ceremony.
He habitually cleaned the room, squatted next to the suitcase, and took out the toiletries from it.
Aurore's dark sorcery notes were lying quietly at the bottom of the box.
On the way to Trier, Lumian had already roughly flipped through them and found nothing suspicious, after all, Aurore was not a person who loved to keep a diary and record her mood and all kinds of trivial matters, her witchcraft notes were really just notes, full of all kinds of occult knowledge, and she copied many spells, symbolic patterns, and material selection principles.
It may be that Aurore loves to keep accounts, and most of these spells indicate when and where they were exchanged for how much money or what things were exchanged.
This made Lumian know that there should be multiple interest groups under the "Curly Baboon Research Society", Aurore most often attends the "Academy" gatherings, and many spells are exchanged from the members of the "Academy", in addition, she also participates in other group exchanges from time to time, for example, she gets some occult knowledge and spells from "April Fool's Day".
Given that these notes seemed to be fine, Lumian could only continue to pursue the truth from the two aspects of receiving treatment from psychologists and looking for the priest and Mrs. Puaris.
Of course, he also knew that his sister would never mention the notes for no reason at the last minute, and there must be some important information she wanted to convey.
Looking at the dark notes, Lumian decided to learn the things his sister recorded in reverse order starting tonight.
Although for the "hunter", even if he really masters a certain spell, it can hardly be applied to actual combat, but at least it can help him identify whether there are problems with the corresponding occult knowledge and whether there are any abnormalities.
Simply packing his luggage, Lumian heard a rumbling sound in his stomach.
He stood up, looked at the window, and vaguely saw his appearance through the glass at dusk:
His hair was dyed blonde, a little longer, and his facial features were not treated much, but with a white shirt, black vest, dark formal clothes and an indifferent expression, he had matured several years at once, even if the priest Guillaume . When Benet met him, he should only feel déjà vu.
Lumian patted his face, let a smile appear little by little, and then, opened the door and walked out.
ps: The double has started, ask for a monthly pass, and there will be an extra update tomorrow and the day after tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)