Chapter 376 Summon "Armor Shadow" again
After a quarter of an hour, Ms. "Magician" replied with a relatively short letter:
"The 'Iron-Blooded Cross' investigation of the reasons for the decline of the Sauron family is obviously contradictory to some of my previous speculations, it seems that what they claim may not be the same as what they actually have, maybe they just have some key intelligence that allows them to achieve the desired goal after meeting the corresponding conditions, and one of the important conditions cannot avoid the Sauron family."
Ms. "Magician" seemed to have said a bunch of things, but the key parts were always vague, and she could read every word of her own, and she couldn't figure out what it meant when put together:
What does the "Iron Blood Cross" actually have, and what does it claim?
Lumian rubbed the corner of his forehead and continued reading:
"For you, this is both a danger and an opportunity, and it is also what I look forward to to investigating the truth about the decline of the Sauron family, this is the long-term task given to us by Mr. 'The Fool' to give us the 'Tarot Society', just like 'Two of Cups' contacting the Witch Sect and confirming the state of the 'Primordial Witch', don't worry, take your time, even if you use the year to complete it, it doesn't matter."
"......" Lumian was stunned for a moment.
Franca's Major Arcana "Judgment" lady agrees to her contact with the Witch Sect in Lumian's expectations, but what is the terrible task of confirming the status of the "Primal Witch"?
That is a real god!
According to the knowledge Lumian learned from various channels during this time, not only could the gods not look directly, but it was also very dangerous to understand His specific situation.
As for those evil gods in the name of fate, knowing their existence more clearly is tantamount to pollution.
Long-term missions...... A task that can only be completed when Franka becomes a demigod? Lumian thoughtfully turned his gaze to the last paragraph of the reply:
"Your focus is on this matter, when you need help and there is no other way, you can write to me in advance, as for the 'Aurora Society', you should not participate in other tasks, focusing on the line of 'Iron Blood Cross Society', I believe Mr. K can understand."
The ultimate goal of the "Magician" lady was to join the "Aurora Society" and gain Mr. K's trust step by step...... Lumian interpreted a very important signal from this reply letter.
Crimson flames burst out, and after burning the letter in his hand, Lumian carried his satchel, put the "torture" gloves inside, and then went straight to White Coat Street.
He found a café there and had breakfast.
It wasn't until almost nine o'clock that Lumian slammed on the door of Apartment 601.
Franka didn't complain about being woken up this time, she didn't look asleep yet, her expression was bleak and worried.
As soon as she saw Lumian, she grabbed her long flaxen hair that had not yet been tied into a ponytail and said:
"You would never have imagined that I took on a death mission!"
"Confirm the status of the 'Primordial Witch'?" Lumian laughed.
After feeling that Franka was voluntary, he didn't worry about the other party at all.
"How do you know?" Franka looked surprised.
"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie, the lie was divined by me, the truth is that I just reported the recent situation to my Major Arcana card, and she mentioned your choice." Lumian walked to the sofa and sat down relaxed, "Where's Jana?"
Franka suddenly realized and said casually:
"Go to the old pigeon cage.
"Since she wanted to get back her father's compensation, she has been addicted to abetting others, and yesterday she dug my corner and instigated a supporting actress whose contract expired to transfer to a theater in the memorial parish.
She didn't really complain about Jianna, because Jianna had asked her opinion in advance and got her permission, she thought that such instigation was good, and taking a supporting role could also give those actors a chance to apprentice, such as Jianna, such as those dancers in the past.
After briefly talking about this, Franka sighed and said:
"Ms. 'Judgment' just let me get in touch with the Witch Sect, under the premise of controlling my own desires and mental state, use their resources to improve myself, and pay attention to their movements, grasp their recent plans, and wait until I truly have divinity and become a saint, and then consider confirming the state of the 'Primordial Witch'.
"Aren't you a trouble task?" Lumian raised his eyebrows.
Franka "Hey":
"It's a troublesome mission, but the trouble is that in that case, I have to be a witch in Sequence 4 and can't turn back into a man."
"You can wait for sequence 3." Lumian said with a relaxed face.
"Yes, although it will be harder." Franka had already figured this out and instead asked Lumian why he suddenly reported to the "magician" lady.
Lumian will share yesterday's experience at Rosemwanstein Castle with Gardner. Martin's words were roughly mentioned without going into specific details.
After listening carefully, Franka thought for a few seconds and said:
"The two of our current missions add up to the secrets and movements of the forces related to the 'hunter' and 'witch' paths.
"The 'Tarot Club' seems to care about this aspect very much......"
Lumian smiled:
"This is how we have a chance."
Franka said "hmm" and suddenly remembered something:
"How much gold did you order that Count Puiver to give you?"
"3 thousand." Lumian replied truthfully.
Franka's eyes lit up:
"How much gold do you have now?"
"7.5, you can add another 6,000 at any time." Lumian did not hide it.
Franka's smile suddenly became bright:
"Then I'll lend you 2.5 yuan first, no interest!
"We're going to summon that 'Armor Shadow' tonight and try to figure something out before next week's gathering."
"Do you have 2.5 thousand Felkin?" Lumian was slightly surprised.
He remembers that Franka spent all her savings to be promoted to the "Witch of Pleasure".
Franka said proudly:
"Help you deal with Guillaume. Bene got 20,000 Felkin, and Gardner. Martin has been very happy lately, let me dispose of the old pigeon cage and most of the proceeds from those dancers, hehe, Ms. 'Judgment' also gave me 1 yuan for the event."
The speed of making money is not slower than me...... Lumian knew that although the profits earned by the Old Pigeon Cage Theater and those dancers were not as good as those of the Breeze Ballroom, they were definitely a lot, and if Franka could take most of it, she would have an income of about 20,000 yuan a month.
He nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll go to the place last time at 11 o'clock tonight to hold a summoning ceremony."
Franka's joy was palpable:
"I will arrange for someone to exchange 2.5 gold now."
…………
Late at night, in the burned building at Rister Pier.
Franka watched as Lumian arranged the altar and placed all the gold on it.
She did not choose to stay outside the "spiritual wall" and stayed by the side of her companions.
Lumian lit the candle in turn, dripped the essential oil, and took a step back and said:
"The 'fools' who do not belong to this age;
「……」
Almost at the same time, Franka recited the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" to avoid being accidentally injured by the power of the ritual.
Soon, amidst the faint fog and surging danger, Lumian recited the last part of the spell:
"Me!
"In the name of the great 'fool', I call:
"A spirit that hovers in the vanity, a combination of many shadows, Lumian. Lee's contract creature."
In the rising candlelight, an illusory gate covered with mysterious patterns outlined, and a vague shadow wearing black armor like fish scales walked out.
Just like last time, each scale seemed to have a face locked to it, the face of a different creature.
What a fish scale shell...... Franka couldn't take her eyes off it, both expectant and apprehensive.
This made her forget the unease that permeated her surroundings and the obvious malice that overflowed from the "shadow of the armor".
Lumian looked at the "armor shadow" and said in Hermes:
"I will fulfill my contract and offer you gold worth 10 felkin."
Frankly speaking, he had some doubts about the gold worth 10 Fairkin, because the price of Fairgold exchanged for gold fluctuated slightly, so whether it was prepared according to the exchange price at the time of signing the contract, or based on the current situation, he was completely unsure, so he had to exchange for gold worth 1,000 Fairgold as a backup.
As Lumian's words ended, the gold bars and gold jewelry placed on the altar suddenly disintegrated, turning into little gold grains and flying towards the mysterious and illusory door.
Most of them fell on the body of the "armor shadow", and a few passed through the open illusory gate, disappearing without a trace.
Nearly one-fifth of the surface of the "Armor Shadow" fish-scale-like pitch-black armor was slowly dyed gold, no longer gloomy and dull, but became sacred and clear.
Franka's eyes straightened.
Some legends and nouns belonging to the original world flashed through her mind, and she said to herself silently:
"This is, reshaping the golden body?"
The golden body in her memory refers to the gold powder brushed on the surface of the statue or the gold leaf covered, and sometimes refers to the special body of a divine or accomplished person, and the performance of the armor shadow is like a tattered statue re-coating itself with gold powder.
When all the gold on the altar was gone, Lumian felt that the contract had been fully fulfilled.
He seized the opportunity and asked Franka in Hermes:
"Where are you from?"
"Armor Shadow" opened his mouth and said a sentence in a low, majestic but eerie voice.
However, Lumian didn't understand at all, and could only watch the "Armor Shadow" walk back to the illusory gate in a slight dazed manner.
When the summoning ceremony was completely over, Lumian looked sideways at Franka and found that the companion was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression confused.
His heart moved:
"Do you understand the answer of 'Armor Shadow'?"
Franka nodded slowly:
"He speaks a language that is close to the language of my hometown.
"He's talking about ......"
Franka paused for a moment, and then said to himself in a daze and doubt:
"The Blood Son of Heaven disturbs the underworld, and the underworld Taoist sacrifices himself into the river."
(End of this chapter)