Chapter 140 is lively
Wearing gloves and checking the letterhead, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No problem this time!
Performing three consecutive rituals to summon creatures in the spirit world made him feel a little tired.
After thinking about it, Lumian said to the rabbit-like creature in the spirit world:
"Can you do me a favor again?"
The "rabbit" thought seriously for a few seconds and nodded slowly.
Lumian pulled open the pockets of the gray-blue worker's uniform:
"Then you follow me first."
The illusory and transparent "rabbit" jumped in mid-air to Lumian's side, posing to follow.
Lumian sighed silently and said:
"I mean, you can hide in my pocket first, so as not to be seen by any extraordinary person with high inspiration."
"Rabbit" maintained a blank expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrank his body.
Because it itself does not have thickness and weight in the true sense, the pockets of clothes close quickly without leaving any traces.
After putting the letter in the same pocket, Lumian opened the "Spiritual Wall", took off his gloves, and left Room 207.
He turned all the way to Market Avenue, near the Suhit steam train station.
At this time, it was just before five o'clock, many people had not finished their work, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but not few, and people leaving the station passed by in droves, either to the public horse station sign, or to the subway entrance, or to carry luggage, relying purely on their feet, to the nearby streets, looking for a temporary place to stay tonight.
Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed to the mailbox dozens of meters away, and said in a low voice:
"Do you see that green metal tube?"
He immediately felt the vibration of his pocket, and the "rabbit" answered in this way.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Put the letter next to you into that metal tube."
After saying that, Lumian pinched his temples on both sides and turned on his "spiritual vision".
He saw the "rabbit" float out, wrapped in a "letter of help", and passed through the crowd to reach the green metal tube.
Just when Lumian thought that the "rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, the guy got into it with the letter.
After a moment, it broke away from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, where the letter remained.
Lumian closed her eyes and comforted herself:
"It's also included......"
He immediately left the market avenue with the "rabbit", found an uninhabited alley, and told the other party in Hermitic that the summons was over.
This thing was draining his spirituality every moment.
When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt relieved.
For Charlie's help, he planned to stop here, and it would be up to the official extraordinary to deal with it.
"If this matter wasn't interesting enough, I wouldn't be too lazy to help him, would I have to do it for him and Susanna. Matisse, that weird creature that looks very strong at first glance, has a fight?" Lumian muttered silently.
He then laughed a little:
In Kordu Village, if the vulgar guys knew about Suzanne. Matisse's traits will surely make you vaguely ask if you are fighting in bed or in a haystack?
Of course, when facing them, Lumian can be just as vulgar.
On the way back to the chaotic streets, he found a meatloaf shop and bought a "red fish hot beef patty" for dinner.
Paired with soda sold by street vendors, Lumian ate while shuttling through the crowd, avoiding a few hands quietly reaching for his wallet from time to time.
Compared with the Rouen meatloaf, the "Red Fish Hot Beef Patty" is less greasy, the refreshing and delicate fish, the mellow and crispy beef, the light sweet chewiness of the dough, and the fragrance of the mixture of spices and fats, with a very layered texture that opens Lumian's taste buds one after another.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he carried a glass bottle with a third of the light red liquid and said with sincere emotion:
"No wonder Triers love meatloaf......
"After a while, I have the opportunity to go to Rue Richelieu in the library district to try the first restaurant that makes red fish hot beef patties......"
According to the newspapers and magazines he has read before, he can name several famous meatloaf based on his impressions:
Tokuoka patty, Perrigue patty, Tudan cashew tart, bolognese pie......
Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the chaotic streets.
What caught his eye was a chaotic scene, with suspected gang members either holding knives and axes or holding sticks, confronting each other on the streets.
Pedestrians moved away, and the vendors withdrew from the streets one by one, and the residents in the houses on both sides slammed their windows shut.
Lumian didn't go deeper, took a few steps back, found a pilast to block it, and observed the situation ahead with great interest.
After Magot, who he suspected to be the Stinger Gang, was killed by himself, it aroused suspicion among several gangs in the market area, and eventually developed into a fire merger.
After waiting and waiting, nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Lumian still didn't wait for a large-scale conflict broke out among the gang members.
This made him a little disappointed because he wanted to watch the excitement, and scolded in a low voice:
"Aren't you all good, occupying the street and not doing anything, standing there as a penalty, thinking you have too much time, right?"
In a flash of thought, Lumian looked at the five-story gray-white building next to him.
He seriously considered whether to find a room and throw the finished soda bottle between the two gangs, making them mistakenly think that the other party's leader had sent a signal to start fighting.
That way, Lumian will have something to watch.
Just as he was about to put his idea into practice, a large number of police officers in black uniforms appeared on both sides of the street.
The front rows were riding tall brown or black horses, holding shields and clubs, pressing the horse's steps and approaching the gang members step by step.
This brought a great sense of oppression, and many gang members began to waver.
When the mounted police launched a charge, the gang members gathered in the chaotic streets scattered, some escaped and some were knocked to the ground.
Lumian just wanted to applaud when he saw it, and his heart seeking liveliness was greatly satisfied.
He has only seen such scenes in novels and news, and the latter is often taken with him!
It didn't take long for the chaotic streets to return to their usual hustle and bustle.
Lumian drank the last sip of pomegranate soda and returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" for a walk and entered room 207.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he recalled the whole process of writing and sending letters to see if there were any omissions, so as not to be targeted by the official extraordinary.
After a while, Lumian sighed in a low voice:
"If only I had a messenger, I wouldn't need to be so troubled at all."
Unfortunately, the Messenger is not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Auror.
So far, Lumian only knows that two people have messengers:
One is the "magician" lady, and the other is "Hela", the vice president of the curly baboon research association mentioned by Aurora.
"Hela......" Lumian's expression gradually fell.
If Aurore in his dream is really partially affected by the soul fragments, it can be seen that Aurore still trusts the vice president of "Hela", and when he encounters problems, he can immediately think of summoning the other party's messenger to ask for help.
"I don't know if 'Hela' knows Aurore's real identity, has it passed through that obituary, and I know that Aurore has passed away......" Lumian muttered to himself silently.
While he was pondering, he suddenly thought of something:
He may actually summon the messenger of "Hela"!
There are only three summoning spells, the last sentence of which Lumian can be sure to be "the messenger of Hela", and the first two sentences have a fixed format and requirements, he can always find the right combination as long as he tries a few more times!
Moreover, in this case, even if the previous combinations go wrong, Lumian will not encounter any danger, because the description "messenger belonging to Hela alone" rules out other possibilities.
In other words, either it cannot be summoned, or it must be the messenger of "Hela".
"Do you want to write a letter to 'Hela' and tell her what happened to Aurore?" Lumian was a little embarrassed for a moment.
Considering that her sister said "my notes" when she pushed her away, and that a lot of occult knowledge in her notes came from the Curly Baboon Research Society, if she could establish contact with this organization, it would help her find out the important information hidden in the wizard's notes, Lumian quickly made a decision.
He plans to summon the messenger of "Hela" now!
Although he still didn't trust the vice president of the Curly Baboon Research Society, he didn't feel that he was worthy of the other party's covetability, and Aurore still believed in "Hela" during his lifetime.
Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write:
"Dear Ms. Hella,
"I took the liberty to write this letter to you, I am the younger brother of the 'Muggle', and I am very reluctant to tell you that she has suffered misfortune and has passed away.
"This involves a disaster brought about by believing in an evil god, and only me and a few people escaped.
"I'm not sure you're not emotionally interested in this, so I won't go into detail so as not to waste your time.
"What I want to know is what the 'Muggles' have said to you in the last year?
「……」
After staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian exhaled slowly and folded the paper.
Then, he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination:
"The spirit that hovers in vanity, the friendly creature that can be driven, belongs only to the messenger of Hela."
After reciting the spell, Lumian looked at the candle flames dyed green and patiently waited for the messenger to appear.
Time passed minute by minute, and nothing happened inside the altar.
Lumian was not disappointed and spoke again:
"Me!
"Calling in my name:
"The spirit that roams in the upper world;
"Friendly creatures to be driven by;
"The Messenger of Hela......
The dark green candle suddenly shook and became much bigger.
At this time, not only was it not illuminated, but it became darker and darker.
In the darkness, something quickly outlined.
It was a skull head shaped like a human skull, as if made of sterling silver, with its own soft light that dispelled the darkness around it.
Pale flames burned in the eye sockets of the skeleton's head, which made Lumian suddenly feel that the other party was in danger.
After staring at Lumian for a few seconds, the sterling silver skeleton head opened its mouth and bit the flying letter.
It then returned to the darkness of reunion.
(End of this chapter)