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Chapter 5 Possible Encounters

Lumian was horrified when he heard Thermipolos's rhetorical question.

He had never really doubted before that there was something wrong with Flemish staying in the Golden Rooster Hotel for so long and not being killed by the ghost of Monsouli.

In Lumian's view, Flemish's immediate family and wife have been killed, and it is only a matter of time before it is his turn. According to the last visit to the "Old Issues Library" at the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine,

Looking through the summary of the situation, there is an example of a case where eleven months passed after encountering the ghost of Monsouli before they were all killed. Although Flemish's situation is rare, it is by no means unique.

After a flash, Lumian remembered an unusual detail in this incident. The other victims were all killed by the ghost of Montsuri within the same year, and Flemish met the ghost of Montsuri last year.

Later, the New Year was celebrated under the protection of the clergy.

Although it was indeed less than a year from the time he met the ghost of Montsuri to the time he left a suicide note and hanged himself, but compared to other cases, this was a situation that had never happened before New Year's Eve.

"It was this piece of earth-blood ore that protected Flemish, allowing the ghost of Montsouris to postpone his actions again and again, breaking his own habits."

Lumian lowered his voice and asked Thermipolos again. This is a real angel. Although it is perfectly sealed and cannot penetrate the power, its vision, knowledge and personality alone are enough for her to see through many things.

I really want to.

Thermipolos replied with a majestic voice: "It makes the ghosts of Montsuri fear and hate it, but it does not have any power. For you, this may be a key."

"Key?" Lumian suddenly had many associations: "The key to open the secret room somewhere in Trier in the Fourth Age."

Thermipolos said in an unusually deep voice: "You will definitely enter Trier in the Fourth Age. There will be your disasters and your fortunes there. Instead of waiting passively, it is better to actively explore and based on the feedback from each exploration.

, be better prepared.”

"Your intentions were revealed too quickly."

Lumian couldn't help laughing: "Do you want me to die quickly? Then use the special features of the underground to block the signal of the seal's collapse to ensure that you can escape safely without encountering siege."

Thinking of the fact that the Tree of Shadows has not been able to take root deeper in the Fourth Age, Trier and Lumian have no interest in exploring the underground.

After saying that, without waiting for Thermipolos to respond, he left the room and went to the nearest bathroom. After washing off the occult makeup on his face and removing the hidden dangers, Lumian sat down at the wooden table and began to write a letter.

There is something obviously abnormal about Flemish and the Earth Blood Ore.

You can't just follow what Termipolos says, you must ask the magician lady for advice. If you don't have enough brains and completely believe in the words of the evil angel, sooner or later you will suffer a big loss and even pay your own life.

Thermipolos's voice sounded again: "Is that magician, that so-called Tarot Club, really trustworthy? They sealed me in your body instead of finding a way to kill me. I'm afraid they want to use you to do something.

What bad thing happened? They threw you directly into Trier, the center of the storm, but they didn't care about your situation and didn't ask. Don't you think there's something wrong? This is definitely not something you can explain because they want to train you."

Lumian smiled, sighed and said: "Have you never deceived or instigated others before? You purely rely on your own character and ability to achieve your goals. Do you want me to buy a copy of [The Art of Persuasion]? Read it every day.

For your learning, let me tell you, I would not have been fooled like this when I was in my early tenth year. Now I know very well who I can rely on, who is my friend, who is a troublemaker, and who I need to be wary of."

Thermipolos said nothing, and seemed to be seriously considering whether to learn the art of language.

Lumian quickly wrote a letter to the magician lady and handed it to the summoned puppet messenger along with the piece of earth blood ore.

Not long after, the magician lady replied and returned the mineral specimen.

"I'm glad you were vigilant enough and didn't completely believe what Thermipolos said, but part of what she said is indeed correct. The ore itself does not have power, but only contains some aura of unknown origin that has almost dissipated.

and characteristics, I can't help you, but I see that at some point in the future, it will bring you some encounters, which may be good or bad. It is currently in a very chaotic state and I cannot give any advice.

The accurate interpretation is that Thermipolos deliberately misleads you. The corresponding encounter may not be in Trier in the Quaternary Age, but may also be in other areas underground. After that, if you are ready, I hope to take a look.

What kind of encounter will happen? Then take it with you every time you enter the underground Trier. If you don't want to take the risk, remember to put it in the room. What I mentioned last time about interpreting symbolic elements has been solved.

With the results, a friend said that he is very good at this aspect, and after he finishes his recent work, I will take you to see him."

Lumian's hand holding the letter suddenly burst into red flames, burning the paper in his palm to ashes.

Based on what the magician lady and Thermipolos said, he truly believed that the earth blood ore in front of him could trigger some kind of mutation somewhere in the underground Trier, which might bring about an adventure, and might lead him to

life buried.

"There is no need to take risks for the time being." Lumian muttered in his heart. He had a clear enough understanding of his current strength. After becoming a Sequence 7 [Arsonist], whether he was in close combat or long-range attack, regardless of hand-to-hand combat,

There are no shortcomings in the use of spells, and it is truly out of the realm of ordinary people. However, [Hunters] are obviously more inclined to conventional combat and lack some weird abilities and ways to deal with them. Underground Trier,

Many areas are known for their spookiness.

Lumian planned to wait for the initial digestion of the [Pyromancer] potion and obtain the [Contracted Person] gift, and then based on the information collected on the underground Trier, he would consider whether to take the earth blood ore for a tour.

It would be better if the shadow branches could be made into magical items before then. After gathering his thoughts, Lumian took the mineral specimen to White Coat Street, hid it in his safe house, and took advantage of the afternoon.

The sunshine had not faded yet, so he looked through Aurore's witchcraft notes, combined Franka's teachings with his own experience of using fire spells, analyzed each paragraph, and looked for problems.

More than an hour later, Lumian saw the part about summoning spiritual creatures and signing a contract. He suddenly remembered the [white paper], the contracted creature [white paper] of his sister Aurore. That fragile spiritual world can carry

Some ability of the contractor.

I don’t know if the contract between [White Paper] and Aurore has been terminated. According to the contents of the note, in addition to holding corresponding rituals, the contract can only be terminated if one of the two parties dies completely.

It's a pity that the contracted creature can only be summoned by itself, and cannot be summoned by others like the messenger. Otherwise, I can use [white paper] to see if Aurore is completely dead.

Well, [blank paper], will there be any information left behind by Aurore?

Lumian was thinking about it, and his thoughts suddenly turned to another issue that he had not noticed before. Since Aurore would wake up after an accidental encounter, he and I would cut out the little blue book, piece together the letters, and ask the authorities for help.

Since her first reaction in the dream was to summon the Curly Baboon Research Society, Vice President Hela's messenger, to seek his advice, then why didn't she summon the messenger when she was awake by chance and tell him about her dilemma?

Ms. Hella.

In Ms. Hela's earliest reply to me, it was obvious that she had no understanding of the situation, what restricted Aurore from making such an attempt, or that she had indeed summoned the messenger and Hela was lying.

Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly. He lacked the corresponding memory and couldn't figure out where the problem was for the time being. He was not too suspicious of Hela at the moment and thought there were other reasons. You must know that Hela's messenger knew that he lived in

Where, if that lady is really involved in the incident in Kordu Village and plays a disgraceful role, she will definitely hope to kill the last survivor without leaving any hidden dangers. And all along, she has not only

Without making any substantive attempts, and even providing knowledge and suggestions in a friendly manner, for a second, Lumian wanted to write down the question just now and send it directly to Hela.

He wanted to see what kind of answer she would give, but he finally restrained his impulse, fearing that the king's new clothes would be exposed and bring bad development.

He decided to chat with Franka first and hear what this teammate, who was in both the Curly Baboon Research Society and the Tarot Society, said about Hela.

If she felt that Hela was trustworthy and had told her Major Arcana about the Curly Baboon Research Society, Lumian would ask Ms. Magician to pay attention to her side in advance and then write a letter asking Hela.

He forced himself to calm down and continued to study Aurore's witchcraft notes. It was not until evening that he left White Coat Street, turned onto Market Avenue, and entered his own Breeze Dance Hall.

"Good evening, boss." Greetings came from all directions. Lumian nodded slightly, followed Louis and Sakota, and walked to the second floor. Before he could sit down in the cafe, the ballroom manager Rene

He came over. The thin middle-aged man pressed his hand on his chest and saluted: "Mr. Charles, Martin asked you to go to Fountain Street to find him at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Lumian was surprised and happy when the boss came to see me. He was surprised that Gardner Martin sent someone to look for him when nothing happened in the past few days.

What makes me happy is that I have the opportunity to have more contact with Gardner Martin, thereby gaining his trust and joining the [Iron-Blooded Cross]


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