Lumian nodded and asked instead:
"You say you are highly inspired?"
Aosta was in a trance for a moment, gradually revealing an expression of fear and fear.
He slowed down for a while before saying:
"This should be a characteristic of the 'Secret Prayer Man', I can sense those unknown creatures hidden in the depths of darkness, and I can also sense that the real world is surrounded by a thick curtain, behind which are a pair of emotionless eyes looking at us......"
Speaking of this, Aosta gasped.
Lumian didn't rush and waited for the fake wizard to calm down on his own.
After nearly a minute, Aosta let out a long breath and said:
"It's okay in the market area and the observatory area, but in the underground trier, I can often feel the end of some road, where my eyes can't see, some kind of creature is calling me to pass.
"I don't know what I will end up like if I really go into those darknesses."
Good occult sensor...... On the one hand, Lumian laughed at himself for the spiritual vision of the "hunter", and on the other hand, he felt that the "secret prayer" was not as useless as Aosta said.
Aosta continued:
"Sometimes, when I see those visitors holding white candles into the catacombs, I have some almost delusional thoughts that this is a ritual that has a wonderful connection with a hidden being to help the corresponding visitors not be swallowed up by darkness and not taken away by the deceased."
Lumian was quite surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh two sentences in his heart:
"In the occult sense, the 'Secret Prayer Man' is very powerful...... I'm just not good at fighting......"
According to Aosta's description, he suspected that holding a lit white candle to enter the catacombs was really a ritual, with the aim of allowing visitors to avoid the dangers hidden there.
The keepers of the tombs should be well aware of this, but in order to make money, not only did they not say anything, but they also encouraged those above to include visiting the catacombs as a tourist item.
Thinking of this, Lumian remembered something that her sister Aurore often lamented:
"The alienation of money to people."
I don't know who can bring about alienation of people at a lower level, magic medicine, gifts or money...... Lumian muttered silently in a teasing manner.
He turned to Aosta:
"Do you sense where there is danger hidden in the dark in the market area?"
Aosta's expression changed a few times, and he said in a low voice:
"I don't dare to approach the burned house in the honest market."
On the edge of the Honest Market, near White Coat Street, there is a house that has been burned to a charred surface due to a fire and is uninhabited, and the district councilors have been calling for it to be demolished and converted into a commercial building, but for some reason, the corresponding bill has never been paid attention to by the city hall, so that more than ten years later, the six-story building that looks like a scar from the city is still standing in place.
I didn't feel anything when I passed by in the morning...... Lumian turned sideways and walked towards the door:
"I will visit you again, I hope you don't disappoint me."
Aosta, who had bandaged his shoulder wound, smiled and said:
"No matter what, I will give you an answer."
Leaving Aosta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, his figure flashed, and he squatted in the shadow of the stairs leading to the rooftop, silently staring at the closed wooden door.
After nearly half an hour and confirming that there was no change on the other party, he took the "Little Trier" and slowly went down the stairs.
At this time, he finally heard his stomach rumbling.
Looking at the pile of stones, logs, clay boards and debris in front of him, but a road barricade had been cleared in the middle, Lumian found a nearby bakery and bought half a kilogram of croissants for 3 ricks.
He also tried Trier's unique juice soda.
The liquid kept bubbling, and the red currant syrup spread out like a cloud after melting, worth 13 coppes.
If you drop the soda bottle, it will be returned to 3 copets.
…………
Messy street, "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Before Lumian could walk into the bar in the basement, he heard a frolicking and noisy sound.
On a night just after 9 o'clock, there were nearly 20 people squeezed into the small space, either sitting at the counter or drinking around a few small round tables, but they all turned their attention to the bartender.
The bartender with a ponytail and a very artistic temperament was introducing the machines placed on the bar to a male customer with a smile:
"This is called a fool meter, which can test your intelligence quotient.
"Do you want to try it?"
The male customer wearing a dark jacket asked quite excitedly:
"How to try?"
The bartender pointed to the exposed rubber soft pipe with a serious expression:
"Blow on here until bubbles pop out of the glass jar on top.
"Whether you can blow bubbles and how big you can blow them is related to the final test results."
Without hesitation, the male customer picked up the rubber hose and started blowing.
When the pale green bubbles emerged from the glass jar above the machine, everyone in the bar stood up and shouted happily while clapping wildly:
"Welcome, stupid idiot!"
The male customer was stunned for a moment, and then figured out the reason, his face turned red.
He glared at the bartender viciously, then at the nearly twenty guests, and finally restrained his anger and muttered:
"It's really interesting, this prank is really interesting, I'll bring a few friends to try it tomorrow."
Is this what friends do? Lumian secretly sneered, pulled over a high stool and sat down, and said to the bartender:
"Give me a glass of anise vermouth."
The bartender showed a friendly smile:
"I'll treat you to this cup, your machine is great, many people have heard about its magic, and they came here to drink, and my business is twice as good as before.
"By the way, my name is Pawar. Neeson, the owner of this bar and an amateur painter, what do you call him?"
"Charles." Lumian didn't hide his smile.
He once again felt the difference between the Triers and the villagers of Kordu Village.
In Kordu Village, if anyone encounters this kind of prank, they will only think of finding an opportunity to beat them back, and the citizens of Trier like to find new "victims" and watch them be fooled under the premise that they cannot retaliate for the time being, in order to eliminate the pain of being hurt.
"You have a very good mind, and you are better at pranks than many Triers." For the native bartender Pavar. For Nissen, such praise is the highest evaluation.
He immediately pushed the slender goblet filled with pale green psychedelic liquid to Lumian.
Lumian took the absinthe and took a sip gently, only to feel that the faint bitterness stimulated some nerves and made him feel alive.
He closed his eyes and felt for a while:
"I have a few friends who came to Trier earlier than me, but I don't know their contact information, is there a way to find them?"
Pawar. Neeson wiped the wine glass:
"If you are particularly rich, you can find a search advertisement in the Trier Daily, and if you don't have much money, you can find a bounty hunter or intelligence dealer, and see if they are willing to accept such a commission.
"Do you have a good introduction, a trustworthy bounty hunter or intelligence dealer?" Although Lumian has no money worries for the time being, and may receive "donations" from well-wishers at any time, it is really not something he can afford to advertise in big newspapers, so at least 3,000 Felkin - a newspaper with a small circulation is cheap, but it has no effect.
Moreover, the priest Guillaume. Benet and Madame Pualis are not unfamiliar with reading newspapers, which must alarm them.
Pavard nodded and said:
"Anthony, who lives in room 5 on the 3rd floor of the hotel. Red, you can visit him tomorrow.
"He was originally a retired soldier, but later became an intelligence dealer and has a good reputation."
Lumian remembered the corresponding room number and name, raised the absinthe, shook it gently, and greeted the bartender.
…………
Back in room 207, Lumian didn't let himself rest.
After drawing the tattered curtains, he danced the "dance of recruitment" in a cramped environment.
He wanted to see what strange creatures could be recruited in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and in the chaotic streets, so as to prepare for future attacks, pursuits, or uninitiated raids.
According to Aosta, there are no particularly dangerous places in the market area except for the burned building, and it is quite far from the chaotic streets, and it is impossible to be affected by the "dancers" who are only equivalent to Sequence 9, after all, this is not the ruins of Cordu Village, and there is no fateful force everywhere.
Excluding the more dangerous ones, excluding the parts that the "dancer" character can't conquer, Lumian believes that the strange creatures that appear next, even if they are stronger than himself, are almost impossible to force himself to possess himself—the blue-black symbols representing great beings and the black thorn patterns from fate are enough to deter them from acting rashly.
In the sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted dance, Lumian's spirituality combined with the pryed natural force spread out to the surroundings, very hidden.
Not long after, he felt eyes watching him, and several transparent or blurred figures floated around the room.
Some of them are like humans, and they seem to belong to the obsessions that remain after death, and some are strangely shaped, or like bottles, or like cascading flesh balls, suspected to come from the corresponding spirit world.
Lumian didn't know any of them, and he couldn't tell what qualities and abilities they had.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the surface of the tattered curtains.
It is slightly transparent, it is a woman, with long turquoise hair mixed with green leaves, wrapping the body and covering important parts, while the rest of the area is directly exposed to the white and smooth skin, which makes people's hearts beat faster and their thoughts are full of imagination as soon as they see it.
This figure had green eyes, rosy lips, and a delicate and charming face, but just a glance at Lumian made him inexplicably excited.
ps: During the double period, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)