When six o'clock struck, Lumian sat up and opened the curtains.
Soft light shone into the room, making the environment that had been dead all night come alive again.
Lumian rubbed his face, washed briefly, and solved his personal problem.
He changed his clothes, walked all the way down, left the Golden Rooster Hotel, detoured to White Coat Street, and entered the rented safe house.
Lumian then looked through Aurore's witchcraft notes, hoping to discover problems that he had not noticed before with new information.
The things recorded in Aurore's witchcraft notes are mainly divided into three types: one is common sense occult knowledge, including the names of all paths, some sequences, the basis of ritual magic, the role of symbolic elements, and several supernatural
pronunciation and meaning of language, etc.;
The second is the specific application of occult knowledge and own abilities, which involves a lot of thinking, many spells recorded or bought, and the prevention of curses, etc.;
The third is fragmented, unsystematic, and weird knowledge and anecdotes, some of which come from the indoctrination of hidden sages, and some of which originate from the exchanges among members of the Curly Baboon Research Society.
These three contents are not recorded in different notebooks in different categories, but are interlaced in the order in which Aurore obtained them, and in the order of time.
For Lumian, the most difficult thing is the second one, which is "illumination", "weeding", "exorcism", "soul summoning", "lightning", "wind creation", "force field"
"Hand" and other "wizard" spells are more difficult to understand than the last. After all, he neither fully masters all the basic occult knowledge nor the extraordinary ability to cast spells.
Comparatively speaking, as for the content related to ritual magic, after becoming a "mendicant monk", it was much easier for him to understand, learn and master.
Lumian also noticed that his sister did not write down the underlying rules such as the "Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics" in her notes.
However, this is normal. Similar laws are rare in number, easy to remember and difficult to forget, and there is no need to record them additionally.
After looking through it for nearly a morning, Lumian didn't find anything suspicious, but he accumulated a bunch of questions that needed to be asked.
He exhaled slowly, folded the pages containing the difficult questions, stuffed them into his pocket, and left the safe house.
On the way to Market Avenue, Lumian saw several polling places. Uniformed police and fully armed military police tried their best to maintain order, allowing long lines of people to put their ballots into wooden boxes one after another.
Although he had obtained a new identity certificate from Gardner Martin and transformed into Charles Dubois, who had lived in the market area for nearly two years, and had the right to vote, Lumian did not register at all and did not want to get involved.
Election of members of the United Nations Congress.
After walking for a while, a newsboy ran over and threw a stack of white paper in his hand into the air.
Lumian saw many pedestrians picking up the white papers and reading them carefully. He also bent down and picked up a copy that was right next to his feet.
There were several rows of Intis text printed on the white paper, with simple grammar and easy to understand: "Hugh Artois is a traitor." During the war with the Loen Kingdom a few years ago, he abandoned his troops and fled, leaving many people
My father, brother, younger brother, husband, and son never came back.
"His participation in the election of members of Congress has been secretly supported by the Kingdom of Loen."
After reading it, Lumian couldn't help but say "yo".
He remembered that Hugues Artois's propaganda posters emphasized his military service experience. He only left the army after growing up to a major and entered politics, starting as an assistant secretary of Congress.
"Is this because the results of yesterday's voting were not ideal, and a certain candidate started to make a last-ditch effort?" Lumian was thinking, and several men who were suspected of being gangsters came over and collected the leaflets in the hands of passers-by. They beat and scolded them, and
The police officers nearby seemed not to notice.
Lumian raised his head, took a look, and recognized one of them: he was a member of the Sting Gang, and he had followed Maggot and Wilson to the Golden Rooster Hotel before.
"Asshole, is this something you can see?"
"You leper, give me what you have!"
"You're raised by a bitch, do you want me to do it?"
Several members of the Stinger Gang came all the way to Lumian. They were about to grab the flyer as they did just now, when they suddenly saw the short golden hair with black in it.
Lumian smiled.
Ciel! Those members of the Stinger Gang turned around reflexively and tried to run away.
Lumian raised his foot and kicked one of the gangsters' butt hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward to the ground.
"Why, I don't recognize your grandpa anymore?" He cursed and watched the fallen members of the Stinger Gang rolling and crawling away in an extremely awkward manner without giving chase.
Lumian threw away the flyer in his hand and strolled back to the Breeze Ballroom.
As soon as they entered the door, Louis came over with Sakota and said: "Boss, Charlie quit his job as a waiter last night and only asked for a week's salary."
"I know." Lumian responded calmly.
Louis still remembered that the boss took away Charlie and came back to find him the night before, and Charlie quickly resigned and left. This made him feel that there must be some secrets hidden in it, but he didn't dare to inquire.
Lumian glanced at Lewis and asked casually as he walked to the cafe on the second floor: "How old are you this year?"
"27." Louis didn't understand why the boss cared about this.
Lumian barely thought about it and asked: "Are you married? Do you have children?"
"Not yet." Louis smiled slightly awkwardly, "I plan to wait until I am more mature before getting married."
He felt that although he had escaped the fate of a low-level gangster and became the bodyguard of the leader, and did not have to worry about being beaten to death on the street at any time, such a life was still dangerous.
He doesn't want to take advantage of other men just after getting married and having children.
Lumian nodded: "You have to think more about your future. Another Louis I know has several children."
Louis said a few perfunctory words, thinking that the boss had no topic today but forced a chat, as if to prove something.
Franka did not have lunch with Gardner Martin and returned to No. 3 White Coat Street before twelve o'clock.
She saw that the door to the guest bedroom was tightly closed, and she turned the handle and pushed it open with some confusion.
Jian Na was wearing pajamas and pajama pants, hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly on her side.
Sensing the movement, she rubbed her eyes, slowly sat up, and looked at the door.
"Are you still sleeping?" Franka asked with a smile.
You don't have to go to Lao Ge Cong to learn acting recently, so you can just indulge yourself like this?
Jenna tugged her brown hair and muttered: "It's all Charles's fault. I kept tossing it until midnight."
"..." Franka's smile froze on her face.
Jian Na continued: "I don't know what happened to him last night. His mood and state were not right. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I followed him until he entered the Golden Rooster Hotel and slept on the bed before coming back to rest.
"
Franka breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern: "Tell me more about it."
Jenna started when she finished her singing, left the Breeze Ballroom, and saw Lumian sitting on the roadside in the rain. She continued to talk about how he used "methods" that others could not imagine to help Gabriel get the opportunity to sign a script contract.
Said: "Fuck, it was almost three o'clock at that time, and he was willing to go back to the room to sleep. I was so sleepy!"
Franka listened quietly and said with a little worry: "It's rare to see him in this state..."
Speaking of this, Franka stopped for a moment. She remembered that Lumian was still receiving regular treatment from a psychiatrist. That state might be his truest appearance.
"He must have been stimulated by something last night. I'll go and ask him later." After referring to Lumian as her relative, Franka no longer concealed her relationship with Lumian in front of Janna.
A relatively close relationship.
Jian Na nodded: "Be careful what you say and don't irritate him."
On the second floor of Breeze Ballroom, in Lumian's office.
He saw Franca coming "invisibly".
"I heard from Jenna that something happened to you last night?" Franka, who was wearing a white lady's shirt and black trousers, asked carelessly, "Have you met Mrs. Pualis?" Eat with Jenna.
During the lunch, she probably thought about what might have stimulated Lumian and caused his mental illness to break out.
Hearing Franka's question, Lumian seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed on the swivel back chair. After more than ten seconds, he breathed out and said: "Yeah, I got it.
Some truths are hard to accept, but you have to accept them."
Seeing that he was unwilling to explain in detail, Franka did not ask further questions and nodded gently: "Is there anything you need my help with?"
Lumian sat up straight and said unceremoniously: "Two things, one is that I have a lot of mystical problems to ask you for help, and the other is the problem of the Stinger Gang.
"I told you before that when the election is over and Hugues Artois becomes a member of Parliament, Roger the Black Scorpion and others will receive new gifts. By then, we will all be in danger. How about taking advantage of the night before the election results come out?
Raid 126 Market Avenue to eliminate hidden dangers?"
Franka thought for a while and said: "According to your description, the Warlock has a strong home field advantage. Even if the two of us use our trump cards, we can only say that we have a certain hope of killing Roger Black Scorpion and the others. This is him."
When nothing else exists at home.
"But if we don't take action now, they will be even more difficult to deal with after receiving a new round of gifts..."
She hesitated, unsure of what to pay attention to.
126 Market Avenue, in the three-story building with a garden.
"Black Scorpion" Roger looked at his subordinates who went to the Market District Congressman Election Committee to inquire, and asked with great expectation: "How is the situation?"
The subordinate said excitedly: "Mr. Hugues Artois is ahead by a large margin."
"Black Scorpion" Roger showed a smile. He waited until this subordinate left, then turned his head and said to "Bald" Haman and "Short Candlestick" Castina: "The election results will be out tomorrow afternoon. In the evening
, Ms. Yue will personally preside over the ceremony and give us gifts.
"Then we don't have to be patient anymore, that bastard Charles must die."
PS: The last chapter is based on an allusion. Two writers in Paris sneaked into the house of a theater manager, tied him up, and asked him to listen to his script. When the manager heard the third line of dialogue, he decided to take on the play.
Drama. The manager's reaction was purely respectful of reality.
In addition, I was very satisfied with the last chapter. The state of depression, confusion, and emptiness, where you want to explode but have nowhere to do it, do whatever you encounter, and just do whatever you see others doing, are fully presented.
come out.
Also, Lumian's character is very different from Xiaoke's. He is a person on the edge of darkness. He has a lot of bad and borderline behaviors. Sometimes he does good things, but many times he is very indifferent. Okay.
I don't like this person, but it's boring to accuse him of this.
Also, the second volume I said is longer than the first volume, but not much longer. It will probably be at the end of this month or the beginning of next month. Don’t worry, the light chasers have just thrown out the line and haven’t caught it yet.