Chapter 703 Back (Asking for a monthly pass on the last day of March)
In the special dream, Amandina said that the figure, that is, the "underworld daoist", nodded to her...... the "armor shadow" Chen Tu was suspected to be related to the underworld daoist...... Franka is saving gold to sculpt Chen Tu's golden body to get more information...... Many thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind in an instant.
He turned his head sideways, looked at Amandina, and said with a smile on his face:
"It's not just the 'Dream Festival' that can meet that figure."
"Is it okay normally?" Amandina asked in surprise.
What kind of brain do you have...... Lumian scolded and shook his head with a smile:
"I mean, not only in Tizamo Town, only on a specific day, can you meet that figure."
Amandina thought for a few seconds and understood Louis. The hidden meaning in Berry's words:
"Have you seen that figure anywhere else?
"Don't you can't see him, you can only observe him through me?"
Fortunately, not so stupid...... Lumian took out the golden mask from the "Traveler's Bag":
"I saw it after wearing it."
Without waiting for Amandina to respond, Lumian added with a smile:
"I did meet that figure somewhere else."
He used "encountered" instead of "seen" to ensure that what he was saying could no longer be true.
He originally wanted to say, "I even know what He is called," but he didn't bother to explain to Amandina why he used the pronoun "He" to honor the underworld.
Amandina's expression suddenly became excited:
"Where?"
"In Trier." Lumian didn't hide it.
This is the information he wants the other party to know.
"Trier......" Amandina was both leisurely and a little afraid.
As an Intis born and raised in the southern continent, she inevitably heard all kinds of rumors about the "City of Joy", and understood the glitter and prosperity there, Trier has almost become a dream sanctuary in her heart, but she has been to the farthest port of Pyros, and has never left Matani State.
After all, she was just a girl under the age of eighteen.
Lumian continued very candidly:
"One day in the future, a friend of mine may cross paths with that figure, and I hope you can be by her side to give her a little non-combat help that you can accomplish.
"For this reason, I can take you to Trier and help you enter the area where the figure may appear and provide some protection.
"How about it, do you want to make such a deal?"
"I, I ......" Amandina hesitated, instinctively looking for an excuse, "My parents will not agree that I will leave Matani now and go to Trier, at least until I have the opportunity to go to university there."
Lumian said amusedly:
"It's not like I'm going to stay in Trier for a long time, I can go on Saturday and come back on Sunday."
"Huh?" Amandina was stunned.
She imagined ocean voyages, climbed mountains and waded through water, and bid farewell to her hometown from then on.
Lumian raised his eyebrows and said:
"It's not that I haven't taken you to 'teleport' in the dream."
"But, but isn't that a small area?" Amandina's eyes lit up suddenly, "You can directly 'teleport' to Trier, from Matanibang?"
Lumian nodded slightly:
"Yes, it may take one or two layovers along the way, but it will still get you to Trier quickly."
"Soon......" Amandina was a little moved, she wanted to experience such magic.
But she still didn't make a decision immediately.
Lumian didn't urge:
"Don't rush to make a decision, goodbye to that figure is actually a very dangerous thing, you first get in touch with the occult circle of Matani Province through Rhiya, and understand the various common sense of extraordinary people, and then consider whether to accept this deal, it may be three months, or even half a year, a year later."
Amandina breathed a sigh of relief:
"Okay."
She then asked a little curiously:
"Is your friend a woman?"
The personal pronoun "she" is used.
In our minds, she is always, in her own cognition, sometimes yes, sometimes not...... Lumian complained about Franka, nodded slightly, and said:
"Yes."
Amandina asked further with great interest:
"Your lover?"
Lumian laughed out loud:
"Of course not, why do you always pay attention to this kind of thing?"
Lumian said as he took out a note paper and an absorbent pen from the "Traveler's Bag", wrote a few lines of words, and handed them to Amandina.
Amandina took it and read it carefully by the candlelight in the church:
"The creatures that roam the upper world, the penitents who awaken from the flames of pain, belong only to Lumian. Lee's messenger."
"What is this?" Amandina looked dazed.
"My messenger, you will arrange the ceremony after you think about it, summon my messenger with this spell, and tell me your decision." Lumian explained simply.
Amandina became more and more dazed:
"What ritual, what calling? Isn't this a messenger in the conventional sense?"
Lumian raised his eyebrows again:
"You haven't heard of the Messenger of the Occult? Don't know the ritual of summoning the messenger?"
Amandina sneered:
"I only came into contact with extraordinary powers last year, and through Robert and a few occult enthusiasts, I gathered some information about the 'Divine Way' and knew about rituals, but I don't know exactly what it looks like."
After saying that, her eyes lit up:
"You will teach me, right? Otherwise, I can't summon your messenger.
"Also, your real name is not Louis. Berry, named Lumian. Plum?
"You, the paper and pen you just took from that coin bag, and the previous things were also taken from there, what kind of magic item is this?
「……」
Lumian couldn't help but raise his head and set his sights on the golden spherical dome.
…………
The next morning, Lumian left the Briu Hotel with Ludwig and Lugano, crossed the streets still in ruins, and arrived at the Café Bunia.
Boss Bunia maintained his usual shyness and politely asked Lumian and the others what they needed.
Lumian asked for three cups of Xhosa coffee and three Matani special breakfasts "Okapa".
This is a food made from rice, chicken, eggs, potato cubes, and common local spices wrapped in the leaves of the okapa tree, and is generous in portion and fragrant, and you won't be able to stop eating in one bite.
Lumian looked at the spread "Okapa", picked up the tableware, scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
The fragrance of the leaves themselves, the yolk with salt, the thickness of the rice, the tenderness of the chicken, the softness of the potatoes, and the strange aroma of the potatoes intertwine, creating a unique texture.
Lumian ate while casually examining the pedestrians on the street and the residents in the café.
After getting through last night's sadness and fear, they became gentle again, no longer showing emotions beyond the limit, and always had a faint smile on their faces when talking to people.
When Ludwig finished his second meal in the morning, Lumian found a secluded corner, changed into winter clothes, and disappeared into the town of Tizamo with him and Lugano.
This time, Lumian did not "teleport" directly to Franka, because Lugano, Ludwig and the two witches were not familiar with each other.
Lumian chose a rarely used underground trier entrance in the memorial parish, and the figures of the three were quickly outlined on the steel steps.
As soon as he returned to the surface, Lumian saw several young people who looked like college students carrying calcium carbide lamps and lanterns, laughing and playing past the three of them and entering the underground Trier.
After turning to the nearest main street, the first thing that caught Lumian's eye was a scantily clad man with chains, he walked slowly down the street in a dog-crawling posture, and if anyone around him dared to look at him a few more times, he would definitely stare back and bark twice.
In the next second, the wandering artists on the street corner played a rhythmic melody, and the pedestrians more or less took steps to dance, with relaxed smiles on their faces.
This is very different from the streetscape of the Market District.
The memorial parish is known for its large number of universities.
Lumian took his gaze away from the smile on the pedestrian's face and led Lugano and Ludwig to Anthony's house rented nearby.
It was on the 4th floor, near the end of the hallway.
Dong Dong Dong, Lumian knocked on the door unceremoniously.
Soon, he saw Anthony, who was dressed completely differently than before:
Wearing a white shirt, a light gray cashmere sweater, a black woolen coat, a dark red bow tie, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a pale yellow wig, his beard was very clean, his face was no longer shiny, and the black things in his pores were gone.
He looks like a successful person in high society.
"Are you in love?" Lumian joked.
Anthony replied with a smile:
"I'm going to a dinner party for the Trier Psychiatrists Association today."
This is a necessary prelude to completing the task of the "righteous" lady.
"Have you obtained a psychiatrist's license?" Lumian walked into the room and asked chattering.
Anthony nodded:
"I bought a real identity and a set of real academic qualifications, and successfully 'convinced' the examiner during the interview."
"Real identity? Where is its original owner?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
Anthony glanced at Lugano and Ludwig, and did not answer Lumian's question directly:
"What do you want me to help with?"
Lumian understood what Anthony meant, temporarily gave up the question just now, and briefly mentioned the situation of "Dream Festival" and the sequelae caused by Lugano's loss of his arm in the dream.
He did not say how Lugano lost his arm.
After listening carefully, Anthony looked at Lugano and said:
"This kind of hysteria is easy to solve, do you need a faster way, or a slower and gentler way?"
Lugano replied without thinking:
"Hurry up."
He had enough of his right forearm being out of his control!
Anthony stared behind Lugano's left side and frowned.
Lugano subconsciously turned to the left and followed.
At this moment, Anthony took out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed Lugano's right forearm violently.
Lugano quickly withdrew his hand and blurted out:
"What are you doing?"
Anthony withdrew the dagger and replied calmly:
"The treatment is over."
"Huh?" Lugano looked at his right hand blankly and found that it had shrunk to his chest "by itself" without any perceptual obstacles.
Lumian then laughed and said to Lugano:
"You are optimistic about Ludwig, remember to prepare food for him."
Without waiting for Lugano to respond, Lumian turned to Anthony and said:
"Let's go find Franka and Jane now."
Anthony glanced at Lumian and pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, which were a little unaccustomed:
"Okay."
ps: On the last day of March, ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)