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"Ms. Hella? You know her?"
Franka's first reaction was surprise and astonishment.
She quickly remembered that Lumian's sister "Muggle" was also a member of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society", and hurriedly added: "Your sister mentioned Ms. Hela to you?"
Lumian nodded: "Not only did I mention it, but he also gave me the spell to summon, Ms. Hella's messenger."
"She asked you to ask Ms. Hela for help when you were in trouble."
Franka began to speculate: "Now you plan to summon Ms. Hella's messenger to ask me if she is worthy of trust?"
"It is."
Lumian gave an affirmative answer.
"In fact, I have already established contact with Ms. Hela and summoned her messenger, but I found out today that in Kordu Village, during the disaster, a few of my sister's behaviors were slightly abnormal, and they were suspected to be related to Ms. Hela. I don't know. Do you want to ask her directly?"
Seeing that Lumian still didn't elaborate on the history of the disaster in Kordu Village, nor did he specifically mention what Aurora's abnormal behavior was?
Franka understood what he was thinking, didn't ask, and replied after thinking: "I personally want to believe Ms. Hela. Fuck, you established a relationship with Ms. Hela without saying a word. Well, she is one of the few people in the curly-haired baboon research society who have gone the furthest on the path of God, and she is suspected of the path of the corpse collector. Not only is she willing to share knowledge and knowledge with us, but she will also provide help when she can. , For a large part of us, including me, including your sister, Ms. Hela is a reliable sister, making us no longer so helpless, anxious and hesitant, and we all trust her."
"I see."
Lumian said with a sigh of relief: "I will communicate with Ms. Hela frankly, hoping to find out the real root of the problem."
Having said that, he changed the topic: "Does your Major Arcana know about the existence of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society?"
"I didn't tell her about it. I just said that I joined a secret organization in the form of mutual aid, but she obviously knows the situation of the research meeting."
Franka unconsciously lowered her voice: "I suspect that there are members of the Tarot Society in the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, not just me."
Lumian had no psychological barriers at all, turned around with a smile, waved his hands, and said, "I'm going to summon Ms. Hella's messenger."
"Hey, it's still early, do you want to fight evil for two hours before going back?"
Franka, who doesn't like going to bed early, is looking for entertainment, but Lumian refuses her without hesitation.
Back in Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't rush to summon Hella's messenger, but spread out the paper and wrote another letter to Ms. Magician.
He briefly mentioned the matter of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, and told the demigod that when Auror was awake, she was willing to write anonymous letters and ask the authorities for help, but she didn't seem to call Hela's messenger for advice, which didn't match her performance in the dream.
I don't know if it's because Aurora is subject to other restrictions, or there is a problem with Hela.
Not long after, Ms. Magician replied to the letter, with only a simple line of words: Judging from the information we have so far, the seas are trustworthy.
Huh, Lumian felt relieved and began to write a letter to Ms. Hela. In the letter, he frankly pointed out Aurora's anomalies, and asked the other party if some letters were omitted.
Lumian, who was already very skilled, slightly adjusted the altar, replaced the pure dew and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of sterling silver, looking at the pale flames that were quietly burning in the eye sockets of the skull's head—【Pyromancer】.
The sterling silver skull bit the letter and returned to the dense darkness around it. Lumian didn't rush to clean up the altar, and waited patiently. As time passed, there were suddenly more letters on the wooden table in front of him, and he didn't realize it until the end. Of course, this was a lot better than before.
He'd had a hunch a few times in the past, after the sterling silver skull had put away the letters.
Lumian unfolded the letter paper, looked at the two yellowish candles on the altar, and quickly glanced at it: "Since February this year, I have not received any letters from Muggles. I know that the one-sided rhetoric lacks credibility, but if you recall carefully, you should be able to find some details that can prove this. I suspect that some kind of force has influenced the Muggles and made her give up asking me for help for some reason. In fact, if you write to me before the disaster completely breaks out, I should be able to arrive earlier than the official Extraordinary." , and it is possible to save the Muggles and prevent the disaster. In many cases, writing and exchanging letters cannot inspire us, and it is difficult to discuss more extensively and in-depth. I will be in Trier recently. If you want, we can arrange a time and place to meet and chat in detail. What happened to your sister and the disaster in Kordu Village, I may be able to provide you with useful advice."
Lumian pondered for a few seconds and remembered a detail in the dream. Auror, who tried to summon Hela's messenger, did not do so in the end. She was afraid of triggering the cycle and caused Kordu Village to restart frequently. This should symbolize that she also gave up summoning Hela's messenger in the current reality, or she tried but failed for some reason.
After thinking about this, Lumian replied to Hela's proposal: "No problem, we will agree on the time and place when you arrive in Trier."
After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and tidying up the altar, Lumian saw that it was getting late, so he took a quick wash, 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 laundry room, and then, as usual, he took a morning jog along the chaotic streets, Market Avenue and other familiar areas to fully wake up his body. During this process, he also found a deserted place in the square outside St. Roberts Church, and practiced martial arts for nearly an hour.
While nibbling meat pies and drinking sour wine, Lumian passed by the Sushit steam train station when returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel. There were already new vendors selling pictures of beauties on the streets.
With a glance, Lumian saw Sir Brisniel Rouge, the leader of the Savoyard Party wearing a diamond ring and smoking a mahogany pipe, still dressed like a gentleman.
Wearing a half-height silk top hat, without any thugs, he was leading a seven or eight-year-old child out of the steam train station, across the square, and towards the carriage parked on the side of the road. The child was wearing a caramel-colored coat with brass buttons, a black and white checkered shirt and a linen jacket, black lace-up shoes and white linen socks on his feet, and a heavy dark red hard schoolbag behind him.
He has yellow hair and brown eyes, a solid body, obvious baby fat on his face, and a simple and honest temperament.
"The child of Baron Brinel, who usually lives in other provinces, went to Trier to play during the summer vacation. No wonder he doesn't feel too close."
Lumian murmured a few words, looked away, and continued his stroll.
No. 11, Spring Street, in the off-white three-story villa belonging to Gardner Martin, arrived in the exclusive carriage of the Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian walked through a hall filled with various weapons and armors, and arrived at a room full of bookshelves. Gardner Martin, who had an amiable temperament, profound features, and brown eyes, was sitting on the armchair behind the study. Standing in front of him was the short, gray-black hair, dark blue eyes, the mouse Crystal with two beards, and the giant Simon, who was over 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair clinging to his head, and a black suit that was extremely tight.
Noticing that Lumian entered the study, the giant Simon and the mouse Christo both turned half-turned and looked at this colleague.
The giant Simon's eyes were vigilant and dissatisfied, and he raised his head unconsciously. He felt that Shire, who could kill Hammer Aite, should not be underestimated, and he also thought that he was definitely better than that idiot, and might not lose to Shire.
Crystal the Mouse himself showed no obvious emotion, but the right pocket of his dark brown jacket suddenly moved, as if it contained something alive.
Christo put his right hand into his pocket, and his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Lumian's gaze, a little more fearful, and a calculated smile unconsciously appeared on his face, which made Lumian feel a little uncomfortable.
After a little thought, he suspected that it was Christopher the mouse who used the thing in his pocket to see that he had been promoted to Sequence 7 and became an arsonist. In comparison, the intuition of the giant Simon was obviously not strong, and he lacked sensitive perception of the subtle changes of his colleagues.
"Good morning, boss." Lumian greeted Gardner Martin very energetically and proactively. He told the boss of the Savoy Party that he had taken the potion and was promoted to an arsonist a few days ago.
Gardner Martin nodded slightly, his eyes moved from Lumian's face to the task of the mouse Crystal and the 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 to a certain place in Trier underground, pick up something, and bring it to Spring Street."
Task? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he smelled a trap.
As an Extraordinary who just joined the Savoy Party not long ago, his trust with Gardner Martin should still be quite far away. Why did he arrange for him to join such a matter that must be kept secret at first glance.
Suddenly, Lumian had two guesses, cannon fodder, or a test?