"Ms. Hela? Do you know her?" Franka's first reaction was surprise and stunning.
She quickly remembered that Lumian's sister "Muggle" was also a member of the "Curly Baboon Research Society", and hurriedly added:
"Did your sister mention 'Hela' to you?"
Lumian nodded:
"Not only did he mention it, but he also gave me a spell to summon the messenger of Lady 'Hela'."
"Is she asking you to ask Ms. 'Hela' for help when you are in trouble?" Franka began to guess, "Are you going to summon Ms. Hela's messenger now to ask me if she is trustworthy?"
"I guess so." Lumian gave an affirmative answer, "I have actually established contact with Ms. 'Hela' and summoned her messenger, but I found today that in the disaster in Kordu Village, my sister's few behaviors were slightly abnormal, and it was suspected to be related to Ms. 'Hela'.
Seeing that Lumian still did not elaborate on the course of the disaster in Kordu Village, nor did he specifically mention Aurore's abnormal behavior, Franka understood his thoughts, did not ask any further questions, and replied thoughtfully:
"I personally am willing to believe in Ms. 'Hela', Zhen, you kid has established contact with Ms. 'Hela' silently, and you don't even mention a word to me!
"Hmm...... She is one of the people in the 'Curly Baboon Research Society' who has gone the farthest in the path of God, and is suspected of being a 'corpse collector' path.
"Not only is she happy to share her knowledge and insights with us, but she also helps when she can, and the items used to trade are only a little more than the cost price.
"For a large part of us, including me, including your sister, Ms. 'Hela' is a reliable sister who makes us less helpless, anxious and hesitant, and we all trust her."
"I understand." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, "I will communicate frankly with Ms. 'Hela', hoping to find out the true root of the problem."
Speaking of this, he changed the topic:
"Does your Major Arcana card know about the existence of the 'Curly Baboon Research Society'?"
"I didn't tell her, I just said that I participated in a secret organization in the form of mutual aid, but she obviously knew the situation of the research group." Franka lowered her voice unconsciously, "I suspect that there are still members of the 'Tarot Society' in the 'Curly Baboon Research Society', and I am not the only one."
Lumian had no psychological barriers at all, turned around with a smile, and waved his hand:
"I have gone to summon Ms. Hela's messenger."
"Hey, it's still early, do you want to fight evil for two hours before going back?" Franka, who doesn't like to go to bed early, struggles to find entertainment.
Lumian rejected her without hesitation.
Back in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian did not rush to summon the messenger of "Hela", but spread out the paper and wrote a letter to the "magician" lady again.
He briefly mentioned the "Curly Baboon Research Society" and told the demigod that Aurore was willing to get anonymous letters to ask the authorities for help when she was awake, but she didn't seem to have summoned the messenger of "Hela" to ask for advice, which did not match her performance in the dream.
Not long after, Ms. "Magician" replied, with only one very simple line:
"Judging from the information we currently have, 'Hela' is trustworthy."
Shout...... Lumian felt relieved and began writing a letter to Ms. "Hela".
In the letter, he frankly pointed out Aurore's abnormalities and asked the other party if he had missed certain letters.
Lumian, who was already very skilled, adjusted the altar slightly, replaced hydrosol and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of sterling silver.
Looking at the pale flames burning quietly in the eye sockets of the skeleton's head, "Arsonist" Lumian could feel the danger contained in the other party more than ever.
This is not much worse than the feeling that the puppet messenger of the "magician" lady gave him!
The sterling silver skull bit into the letter, returning to the thick darkness around it.
Lumian was not in a hurry to clean up the "altar" and waited patiently.
Time passed minute by minute, and there was suddenly an extra letter on the wooden table in front of him, and he didn't notice it until the end.
Of course, this was a lot of progress from before - in the past few times, after the sterling silver skull put the letter, he had a hunch.
Lumian unfolded the letter paper and took a quick look at the two yellow candles on the altar:
"Since February of this year, I haven't received a letter from a 'Muggle'.
"I know that one-sided statements lack credibility, but if you recall them carefully, you should be able to find some details to support this matter.
"I suspect that some force influenced the 'Muggle' to give up asking me for help for some reason, in fact, if I had written to me before the disaster completely broke out, I should have been able to arrive earlier than the official extraordinary person, and there was a certain possibility of saving the 'Muggle' and preventing that disaster.
"Many times, writing letters and communicating does not inspire us, and it is difficult to discuss more broadly and deeply, I will be in Trier recently, if you want, we can make an appointment to meet at a time and place to talk in detail about what happened to your sister and the disaster in Kordu Village, and then I may be able to give you some useful advice."
Lumian pondered for a few seconds and remembered a detail from the dream:
Aurore, who tried to summon the messenger of "Hela", ultimately did not do so, fearing that the cycle would trigger a cycle that would cause the village of Kordu to restart frequently.
This should symbolize that she also gave up on summoning the messenger "Hela" in reality, or tried but failed for some reason.
After understanding this, Lumian replied to "Hela"'s proposal:
"No problem, when you arrive in Trier, we will agree on a time and place."
After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and tidying up the altar, Lumian saw that it was getting late, so he quickly washed up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
At six o'clock the next morning, he woke up naturally and heard the church bell ringing.
Lumian first went to the bathroom, and then, as usual, started a morning run along familiar areas such as chaotic streets and market avenues to completely wake up his body.
During this process, he also found a no-man's place in the square outside the church of St. Robles and practiced martial arts for nearly an hour.
On the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel with meatloaf and sour wine, Lumian passed by the Suhit Steam Train Station.
There are already new vendors selling photos of "street preppy beauties".
In the blink of an eye, Lumian saw Baron Brignel.
The leader of the Sava party, wearing a diamond ring and holding a peach pipe, still dressed like a gentleman, wearing a half-height silk top hat, and did not follow any thugs.
He was leading a seven or eight-year-old child out of the steam train station, crossing the square and walking towards the carriage parked on the side of the road.
The child was wearing a caramel-colored jacket with brass buttons, a black and white plaid shirt and linen coat inside, black strapless leather shoes and white stockings on his feet, and a dark red hard schoolbag that looked a bit heavy behind him.
He has yellow hair and brown eyes, a strong body, obvious baby fat on his face, and a bit of honest temperament.
"Baron Brignel's child? Usually living in other provinces, going to Trier in the summer? No wonder it doesn't feel too close......" Lumian muttered a few words, retracted his gaze, and continued his stroll.
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11 Spring Street, belonging to Gardner. Inside Martin's gray-white three-story villa.
Lumian arrived in a carriage exclusive to the Breeze Ballroom, passing through a hall filled with various weapons and various armor, and arrived at a room full of bookshelves.
Gardner has a friendly temperament, deep facial features, and brown eyes. Martin was sitting on a back chair at the back of the study, and in front of him stood the "mouse" Crystal, who was short, with gray and black hair, dark blue eyes, and two mustaches, and Simon, a "giant" who was over 1.9 meters tall, with light yellow hair close to his head and an unusually tight black formal attire.
Sensing Lumian walking into the study, "Giant" Simon and "Mouse" Crystal both turned their bodies and looked at the colleague.
"Giant" Simon's eyes were wary and dissatisfied, and his head raised a little unconsciously.
He not only felt that Ciel, who could kill "Hammer" Aite, should not be underestimated, but also thought that he must be stronger than that fool and might not lose to Ciel.
"Mouse" Crystal himself had no obvious emotions, but the pocket on the right side of his dark brown bolero suddenly moved, as if it contained something alive.
Christo inserted his right hand into his pocket, and his expression changed suddenly.
His gaze towards Lumian suddenly became a little more fearful, and a flattering smile unconsciously piled up on his face.
This...... Lumian was a little uncomfortable.
After a little thought, he suspected that the "mouse" Christo had "seen" that he had been promoted to sequence 7 and became an "arsonist" with the help of the object in his pocket.
In comparison, "Giant" Simon is obviously not strong in intuition and lacks a sensitive perception of subtle changes in his colleagues.
"Good morning, boss." Lumian was very energetic and took the initiative to greet Gardner. Martin.
A few days ago, he told the boss of the Sava Party that he had taken magic potions and was promoted to "arsonist".
Gardner. Martin nodded slightly, his gaze moving from Lumian's face to "Mouse" Crystal and "Giant" Simon.
After nearly ten seconds, he said in a low voice:
"I have a task for you.
"At twelve o'clock at noon, go somewhere in the underground Trier to pick up something and bring it to Spring Street."
Task? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he smelled the scent of a trap.
As an extraordinary person who had just joined the Sava Party, he and Gardner. Martin's trust should still be a long way off, this kind of thing is very important and must be kept secret as soon as it is heard, why did he arrange for him to join?
In the blink of an eye, Lumian had two guesses:
Cannon fodder, or a test.
(End of this chapter)