Chapter 315 hint
Although he did not fully believe in Thermiboulus, Lumian was still a little curious about the so-called fateful encounter.
Thermiporos used "encounter" last time to refer to the earth's blood ore, but this time it couldn't be the little boy Ludwig, right?
This guy has a problem, it's not normal enough, but after Lumian communicated with him for a while, except for confirming his origin, his IQ, and his superficial belief in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", there was no real gain, and he couldn't see the possible future development.
Thermiboros' magnificent cascading voice echoed in Lumian's body again:
"You will naturally know then."
"Can't you people make your words clear?" Lumian felt his blood pour into his head.
"I'm not human." Thermipolos answered Lumian's "question, 'I am a mythical creature.'"
"......" Lumian almost had nothing to say, and forced a sneer, "I doubt whether you can truly glimpse your destiny and predict the future, and every time you give a very vague reply with multiple explanations, what is the difference between you and those amateur players in the divination club? If you have the ability, tell me clearly where my next opportunity to play is!"
Thermibolos replied in a thick voice:
"Tonight at 11 o'clock, Lister Pier, Warehouse 3."
Oh? Lumian didn't expect Thermipolos to really give a hint.
This stunned him, and a lot of doubts arose reflexively:
"Is the angel of destiny so kind?
"As a high-ranking 'dervish monk', he should not be so easily provoked and provoked to interpret his fate......
"Have a hidden purpose?
"No matter what, let's consult Ms. 'Magician'."
Lumian quickly made a decision, stood up, left the Breeze Ballroom, and walked towards White Coat Street.
He had another relatively simple material level "arson", and he could initially digest the magic potion and consider obtaining the gift of the "Inherited One".
White Coat Street, inside the safe house.
Lumian wrote down the little boy Ludwig and Thermiporos' hints in detail on paper, then set up the ritual and summoned the doll-like messenger.
While waiting for the reply from Ms. "Magician", he looked through the pile of biological materials in the spirit world and found that just reading the descriptions involving certain knowledge would consume a lot of his spirituality, and some would even bring dizziness, nausea, irritability, headaches, burning and other feelings and certain hallucinations.
This is a bit similar to what Aurore said in his sorcery notes, "Detailed knowledge of gods and certain high-ranking creatures is inherently highly polluting and extremely dangerous"...... If the knowledge of chasing humans is like this, it is really scary, and after listening to it, it is likely that it is no longer yourself, or you will die on the spot...... Lumian had to watch for a while and rest for a while to avoid his mental state slipping to the brink of danger.
After looking at thirty or forty kinds of creatures in the spirit world, he found a familiar face:
"'Rabbit of Knowledge':
"Weak spirit creatures, friendly to humans, have a natural thirst for knowledge, and rarely refuse summons.
"Different 'knowledge rabbits' will have certain differences because of the different knowledge they are exposed to, and the common point is that they are proficient in multiple languages, can speak and write, have good reading skills, can extract key points from a large amount of knowledge, and the copying speed is extremely fast, better than mechanical typewriters.
"Problem: Poor communication skills, rigid thinking, and some 'knowledge rabbits' have been contaminated due to exposure to abnormal knowledge, making them quite dangerous.
The original full name is "Rabbit of Knowledge", and if this creature is summoned in the future, the direction will be clearer...... However, its abilities and characteristics are of little use, and if I were admitted to university according to Auror's expectations, "proficient in multiple languages" and "good reading ability" would be good...... Not describing the speed at which it travels through the spiritual world shows that it has no value in this regard, it is both slow and spiritually consuming...... Lumian put down the data, rubbed his temples on both sides, and began to rest for the third time.
At this time, the "doll" messenger finally sent a reply from Ms. "Magician":
"I'm also curious about what that boy named Ludwig can bring, I'm not sure what he came to Trier for, it remains to be seen, maybe important.
"What you need to do is watch out for him, and his very existence is a bit interesting.
"Go ahead, I also saw that opportunity to play."
Can't you say it clearly...... After reading the brief reply, the corners of Lumian's mouth twitched.
However, he could feel that the first words of the "magician" lady did not seem to respond to him, but were closer to a condensed embodiment of the self-thought process.
That is, the "magician" lady with astrological abilities could not see Ludwig's fate clearly and could only have a certain doubt.
And the fact that she "can't see her fate clearly" itself can explain a lot of problems.
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10:50 a.m., outside Lister Quay, Warehouse 3.
Lumian hid in the shadows, waiting for the so-called opportunity to play.
Not long after, two figures approached the warehouse and walked to a place only five or six meters away from Lumian.
One of them suppressed his voice and said very anxiously:
"Hector, the people from the accounting firm are coming to audit the accounts tomorrow, what should we do?
"Do you want to find a thief and steal all the ledgers?"
"What's the use of that? When they went to the warehouse, they knew that we had a problem, and the remaining was less than one-tenth of what it should be." Hector's tone gradually became fierce, "Since you want to do it, why don't you be more thorough and burn down the entire warehouse? In that case, who can know if there is a problem with the accounts?"
I see...... Lumian, who listened attentively, probably understood where the opportunity to play was.
Seeing his companion's hesitation, Hector said again:
"There are frequent fires in Trier, everyone is used to it, and we don't have to set fires ourselves, there are many gangsters in the market area, when the time comes, give them a sum of money to let them leave Trier.
"Honoré, you can't delay any longer, you have to make a decision now."
Honoré was silent for a while, and said viciously:
"Okay! Let's go find Guy now and let him go with us!"
The two quickly walked around the warehouse, checked the specific situation, and then walked in the direction of entering the dock to find the colleague named Guyi.
After walking out a few dozen meters, they suddenly felt that the sky had brightened and turned red, and they also heard a crackling burning sound in their ears.
Honoré and Ector subconsciously turned around and looked back, only to see the area just now igniting raging flames, and the crimson flames bared their teeth and claws, constantly leaping upwards, devouring the building.
"It's on fire, it's on fire......" Hector muttered to himself first, then with a happy face, "It's a fire, there's really a fire! Praise the sun, there really is a fire!"
Honoré had a similar reaction, he raised his right hand, drew the Triangular Emblem on his chest, and muttered words in his mouth.
After a brief moment of ecstasy, Honoré sensed something was wrong.
He said in a trembling voice:
"It's not the warehouse that caught fire, it's our office!"
Their office is a few meters away from the warehouse, a gray two-story simple house.
And there is a blank space between the building and the warehouse, and there are no combustibles.
"......" Hector showed a look of fear, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go set the warehouse on fire now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion occurred where the crimson flames burned.
The explosion was not great, but the rumbling sound still came out, attracting the attention of the sailors and firefighters on the dock.
"It's on fire! It's on fire!" Voices suddenly came and went, and people began to run in this direction - as the city with the highest number of fires in the North Continent, the firefighters of Trier have a very mature process for handling similar things.
Before they could get close to Warehouse 3, Ektor and Honoré saw this, and collapsed on the side of the road, losing all their strength.
Marina entrance area.
Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed a little red, took his gaze back from the fiercely burning flames and turned to the middle-aged man standing beside him:
"Mr. Guyi, your colleague is more anxious than you."
The man named Gu Yi turned pale and shook his head blankly:
"It's not the warehouse that burns......"
Albus was silent for a moment, then sneered and said:
"I just reminded you that hesitation will only bring surprises.
"You can now think about how to escape, I hope you don't hesitate any longer."
Lumian stood beside the simple two-story house, looking up slightly, looking at the exaggerated flames that had devoured wood and other combustibles into illusory dragons, his face reflected bright red, and his eyes were full of jumping light.
He smiled and walked towards the fire step by step.
The purpose of the two people who set fire to the warehouse and destroy the evidence of the crime was to create a movement and attract attention, so that the investigators could discover the abnormalities in the warehouse!
This is what a qualified citizen should do.
Lumian's body surface immediately rose with a layer of flames, and they tamely fit against the clothes, barely igniting a little.
With such a cloak of flames, Lumian entered the crackling fire.
The fire mingled with fire, the smoke was repelled, and he easily passed through the building, leaving the dock in the opposite direction.
After this arson, Lumian initially mastered the power of the magic potion and was able to complete the containment well, and no longer had abnormal manifestations such as burning sensation on the skin and inner anxiety.
Although this is still a long way from truly digesting the magic medicine, at least he has adapted to his own state and can withstand further gifts of fate.
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After doing several counter-tracking in a row, Lumian returned to the safe house on White Coat Street.
He was very happy to be able to preliminarily digest the "arsonist" magic medicine before tracking down the priest of the parish, and he had a smile on his face all the time, but after seeing the heavy information with thousands of pages in the tin cabinet, his expression collapsed little by little.
If you want to finish watching them, it is impossible to do so in a month or two!
How can he find a suitable contract creature in a short period of time?
(End of this chapter)