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After checking the letter paper with gloves on, Lumian was finally relieved.
No problem this time!
He felt a little tired after holding the ceremony of summoning spirit world creatures three times in a row.
After thinking about it, Lumian said to the rabbit-like spirit creature, "Can you do me another favor?"
The "rabbit" thought carefully for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.
Lumian opened the pocket of the gray-blue worker's uniform: "Then follow me first."
The illusory and transparent "rabbit" jumped to Lumian's side in mid-air, posing as a follower.
Lumian sighed silently: "Rabbit" kept a blank expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrank his body.
Because it has no real thickness and weight, the pockets of the clothes are quickly closed 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 wandered all the way to Market Avenue, near the Sushit steam train station.
At this time, it was just after five o'clock, and many people had not finished their work. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but they were not too few. People who left the station passed by in groups, or went to the bus stop sign, or looked for the entrance of the subway. Or carry the luggage and walk to the nearby streets purely on both feet, looking for a temporary place tonight.
Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed to the mailbox dozens of meters away, and said in a low voice, "Did you see that green metal cylinder?"
He immediately felt the vibration of the pocket of his clothes, and the "rabbit" responded in this way.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, "Put the letter next to you into that metal tube.
After finishing speaking, Lumian pinched his temples on both sides and turned on "Spiritual Vision".
He saw the "rabbit" float out, wrapped the "letter for help", passed through the passing crowd, and arrived at the green metal cylinder.
Just when Lumian thought that the "rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, this guy got in with the letter.
After a moment it escaped from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, where the letter remained.
Lumian closed his eyes and comforted himself: "It's considered to be in it..."
He immediately took the "rabbit" out of Market Avenue, found an empty alley, and told the other party that the summoning was over in Hermes.
This thing is consuming his spirituality every moment.
When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt relieved.
For Charlie's help, he intends to stop here, and then it depends on how the official Extraordinary will deal with it.
"If it wasn't interesting enough, I wouldn't even bother to help him, why would I have to fight for him and Susanna Matisse, that weird creature that looks strong at first sight?" Lumian muttered silently.
He immediately laughed a little: in Kordu village, if those vulgar guys knew Susanna. The traits shown by Matisse will definitely ask ambiguously whether to fight on the bed or in the haystack?
Of course, Lumian could be just as vulgar when confronted with them.
On the way back to Luanjie, he found a meat pie shop and bought a "red fish hot beef patty" for dinner.
With the soda peddled by street vendors, Lumian walked through the crowd while eating, avoiding a few hands that quietly reached out to his wallet from time to time.
Compared with Rouen patty, "red fish hot beef patty" is not so greasy. The fish meat is refreshing and delicate, the beef is mellow and crispy, the dough is sweet and chewy, and the fragrance mixed with spices and oils is very layered. The taste made Lumian's taste buds open one by one.
After eating and drinking, he held the glass bottle with a third of the light red liquid, and said with emotion: "No wonder Trier people like meatloaf...
"I will have the opportunity to go to Richelieu Street in the library district to try the first shop that makes red fish hot beef pie..." Degang meat pie, Perigueux meat pie, Tudan cashew pie, meat sauce filling cake…
Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the chaotic street.
What caught his eyes was a messy scene, those suspected gangsters were holding knives and axes, or holding sticks, confronting the street.
Pedestrians moved away one after another, the hawkers withdrew from the chaotic street one by one, and the residents in the houses on both sides closed their windows with a bang.
Lumian didn't go any further, stepped back a few steps, found a pilaster to cover, and observed the situation ahead with great interest...
After he suspected that Maggot of the Stinger Gang was killed by himself, it aroused the suspicion of several gangs in the market area, and eventually developed into a firefight.
After waiting and waiting, nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Lumian still didn't wait for the gang members to have a large-scale conflict.
After thinking about it, Lumian looked at the five-storey off-white building next to him.
He seriously considered whether to find a random room and throw the finished soda bottle between the two groups of people, making them mistakenly think that the leader of the other party gave the signal to start the fight.
That way, Lumian would have something to watch.
Just when he was about to put his ideas into practice, a large number of policemen in black uniforms appeared on both sides of the chaotic street.
The first few rows rode tall brown or black horses, holding shields and sticks, pressing the horse's pace, 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 charged, the gang members gathered in the chaotic streets scattered, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground.
Lumian just wanted to clap and clap, his heart seeking excitement was greatly satisfied.
Not long after, the chaotic streets returned to their usual hustle and bustle.
Lumian drank the last sip of pomegranate soda, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and entered Room 207.
Sitting on the side of the bed, he recalled the entire process of writing and sending the letter, 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 don't need to be so troublesome."
Unfortunately, couriers are not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Aurora.
So far, Lumian only knows that there are two people who have messengers: one is the "Magician" lady, and the other is "Hella", the vice president of the Curly Brush Research Society mentioned by Auror.
"Hella..." Lumian's expression gradually became serious.
If the Aurora in his dream is really partially affected by the soul fragments, then it can be seen that Auror still trusts the vice president "Hella", and he can immediately think of calling the other party's messenger when encountering problems. ask for help.
"I don't know" Hela "doesn't know Aurora's real identity. Did you know that Aurora passed away through that obituary..." Lumian murmured to himself silently.
While he was contemplating, he suddenly thought of one thing: he might actually summon the messenger of "Hella"!
There are only three lines in the summoning spell, and the last line Lumian can be sure is "a messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela", while the first two lines have a fixed format and requirements, and 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 are wrong. Lumian would not be in any danger, because the description of "a messenger belonging to Hela" ruled out other possibilities.
"Do you want to write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Aurora?"
Lumian was a little embarrassed for a while.
He intends to summon the messenger of "Hella" now!
Although he still doesn't quite trust the vice president of the Curly-haired Buddha Research Association, he doesn't think he is worthy of the other party's covetous value, and Aurora still believed in "Hella" before he was alive.
Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Ms. Hella: "It is very presumptuous to write this letter to you. I am the younger brother of a "Muggle". Let me tell you that she has passed away due to misfortune. "This involves a disaster brought by the belief in evil gods, and only me and a few people escaped.
"I'm not sure if you are not interested in this matter, so I won't go into details to avoid wasting your time.
Staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian let out a slow breath and folded the paper.
Then, he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: "A spirit that wanders back into emptiness, a friendly creature that can be driven, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela."
After chanting the incantation, Lumian looked at the dark green candlelight and patiently waited for the messenger to appear.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and nothing happened in the altar.
Lumian was not disappointed, and spoke again: "I!" Summoned in my name: "Spirits roaming in the upper world;" friendly creatures that can be driven;
"The messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela...
The dark green candle flame flickered suddenly and became much bigger.
At this time, not only was the top of it not illuminated, but it was getting darker and darker.
In the darkness, something was quickly outlined.
It was a skull shaped like a human skull, as if made of sterling silver, with a soft light that dispelled the surrounding darkness.
Pale flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull's head, which made Lumian suddenly feel that the other party was very dangerous.
Staring at Lumian for a few seconds, the sterling silver skull opened its mouth and bit the flying letter paper.
It then returned to the regrouped darkness.