Lumian held the carbide lamp and climbed up the stone steps.
Not long after, a light appeared in front and noisy voices were heard. Come on. For those who walked out of the silent underground, it was like the whole world suddenly came to life. Lumian quickened his pace and used his right hand holding the suitcase.
Turn the valve on the surface of the carbide lamp so that the water droplets in the upper column no longer drip into the pile of carbide below.
As the acetylene gas burned out, the flame in the metal bell gradually extinguished.
At this time, the scene outside also caught Lumian's eyes: the tall or low buildings seemed to have solidified at the moment they were about to collapse, maintaining a tilted or crumbling state, but also tenaciously
Stand firm.
The clothes of pedestrians on the street are either old or tattered, and people are quarreling and yelling at each other everywhere. The noise caused by this never seems to subside.
Lumian stood at the exit of the underground area, glanced left and right, and discovered a five-story building called "Golden Rooster Hotel".
The top two floors of this brown and beige building seem to have been built later. The bottom three floors are completely different from the Russell period style that used column walls, arches, large windows and patterns.
Erdu Village was moved over.
Carrying his suitcase and carbide lamp, Lumian passed between the children squatting on the ground looking for orange peels and the adults arguing loudly, and walked to the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
He looked up and found that there was yellow phlegm on the floor of the hotel, shreds of paper, spilled ketchup, and stains that smelled of alcohol. From time to time, a large number of bed bugs appeared on the ceiling and walls. If it weren't for the first domain name
With something in hand, Lumian must have applauded a few times for such a scene.
The old taverns in Cordu Village are much cleaner than this!
He looked for a route that was not dirty and came to the front desk slowly and quickly.
There was a fat, middle-aged woman sitting there. Her gray-white dress was stained with a lot of oil, and her brown hair was simply tied back.
She raised her head and glanced at Lumian with her blue eyes. She was not surprised at all by the disgust and resistance on his face: "On the streets and in the market area, this is the best and cheapest.
It’s a hotel, but the owner is a disgusting miser and can’t bear to hire a few regular cleaning maids, so he only finds someone to clean the hotel once a week.”
"He is also stingy with your salary?" Lumian asked in a green and curious tone.
The middle-aged woman suddenly became angry: "Do you want to rent a house?"
"Yes." Lumian seemed to be frightened and spoke quickly to express his attitude, "I want to know the price." The middle-aged woman calmed down and said, "It depends on what kind of room you want. The top two rooms
The price for the first floor is 3 fils per week, and the two floors below are 5 fils per week. If you still think it is expensive, you can go up and knock on the door one by one and ask who is willing to give you half of their bed, or give you the one on the ground.
The vacant space is sublet to you for about 1 to 5 ferkin per week.
"Give me the rooms on the two floors below." The reason Lumian chose was that it would be easier to escape than the two floors above, no matter whether he jumped out of the window or took the stairs.
The fat woman looked at Lumian. If you choose to pay the entire month's rent in advance at once, you can only pay 15 Filkin. ""Because there are too many people who only live for one or two weeks and have to move.
Go somewhere else, or leave Trier.
"This is heaven and hell."
Lumian took out the stack of banknotes and took out three light blue banknotes.
They are all in denomination of 5 ferkin. On the front is the bust of Levanx, the first president of the Intis Republic, and the working farmers and herdsmen. On the back is the Honakis Mountains.
After receiving the entire month's rent, the fat woman's expression obviously relaxed a lot. She took out two brass keys strung together and threw them upward to Lumian. "Room 207, 2nd floor, first floor."
There is a small restaurant, the basement is a tavern, and there is sulfur in the drawer of the table in the room, which can help you drive away those damn bugs. My name is Fels. If you have any questions, you can come to me."
"Thank you, Mrs. Fells." Lumian took the key, carried the suitcase and carbide lamp, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.
On the way, he saw that many parts of the wall were covered with newspapers or cheap pink paper, layer after layer, but some of the papers had come loose, revealing the cracks covered by them and a large number of bedbugs.
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There are eight rooms and two bathrooms on the second floor. Each room is very narrow. On the right is the bed. The table by the window is pressed against the edge of the bed on one side, and there is a chair with almost broken legs in front of the wall.
There was no furniture except these, but there were rows of bed bugs crawling on the ceiling.
Following Aurore, Lumian, who was accustomed to being clean and tidy, put down his suitcase and carbide lamp, opened the drawer, took out some sulfur, and lit them with matches.
The strong and pungent smell caused the bed bugs to stay away from the room and move to other places.
Within a few seconds, Lumian sniffed and smelled the same sulfur smell coming from the next room.
Pure land.
Almost at the same time, some bed bugs returned to his room. Lumian, who was looking for comfort, thought for a while and roughly understood what was going on: he used sulfur to smoke the bed bugs into the next room, and the tenant there tried to use
The sulfur drives the bugs back.
Lumian couldn't help but smile, bent down to open the suitcase, and took out a pen and paper.
Amidst the strong smell of sulfur, he sat down at the wooden table and began to write a letter: "Dear Ms. Magician: "I have arrived in Trier as agreed. I wonder if you can tell me what I need to do next and which one I need to join.
In what ways are organizations reaching out to them…
"Are the two psychologists available recently, and when can I get treatment?
"I wonder if you have any new clues about Guillaume, Benet and Madame Poialis..."
After writing this short letter, Lumian took out an orange candle he got from his sister's room.
As he lit the candle with his spirituality, the scent of citrus and lavender filled the air.
This made Lumian instinctively close his eyes, and his expression gradually became peaceful.
After standing quietly for a minute or two, he took out the ceremonial silver dagger, consecrated it, created a "spiritual wall", and dripped essential oil on the candlelight.
After completing the prerequisites, Lumian placed the "Magician" card on the altar.
This is a medium for summoning messengers, allowing the incantation directed to Mo Lake to be precise and unique.
Lumian took a step back, looked at the slightly hazy orange fire, and said in a deep voice in ancient Hermes: "Me!"
Suddenly an invisible wind began to swirl within the "Spiritual Wall", and the light in the room dimmed a bit.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian switched to Hermes and said: "I summon in my name: "The spirit wandering in the illusion, the upper world creature that is friendly to human beings, the messenger of the 'magician' alone."
Amidst the whistling wind, the candlelight was dyed with a faint blue color, and the surroundings became gloomy and cold.
Lumian looked at the candle intently, waiting for Ms. "Magician"'s messenger to appear.
He waited for several seconds, but there were no additional changes.
At this moment, the letter he placed on the altar, the wooden table, floated up and into the air.
Lumian looked up in shock and saw a "doll" as high as an adult man's forearm sitting at the top of the withered window.
The "doll" has long golden hair, light blue eyes, pale skin and an exquisite gold dress. Its facial features look very much like a real person, but also slightly exaggerated and quite weird.
The next second, the letter fell on the "doll's" smooth and shiny hands without skin texture.
"Are you the messenger of Ms. Magician?" Lumian asked in confirmation.
The "doll" slowly lowered its head, and its light blue eyes without focus or expression reflected Lumian's figure.
“Let’s try a cleaner environment next time!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the "doll" disappeared with the letter.
Lumian was stunned for two seconds and whispered to himself: Almost at the same time, he saw a large number of bedbug corpses lying on the ground.
There are no more insects in his room.
"This is better than sulfur..." Lumian touched his chin and ended the summoning ceremony.
He cleaned the room out of habit, squatted next to the suitcase, and took out toiletries from it.
Aurore's dark witchcraft notebooks were lying quietly at the bottom of the box.
On the way to Trier, Lumian had gone through them roughly and found nothing suspicious. After all, Aurore was not someone who loved to write diaries and record moods and various trivial matters. Her witchcraft notes
They are really just notes, filled with all kinds of occult knowledge, transcribing many spells, symbols, and material selection principles.
Maybe Aurore likes to keep accounts. Most of these spells are marked with when and where they were exchanged for how much money or what things.
This allowed Lumian to know that there should be multiple interest groups under the Curly Baboon Research Association. Aurore attended the gatherings of the "Academy" most often, and many spells were exchanged from members of the "Academy". In addition,
She also participated in exchanges with other groups from time to time. For example, she obtained some occult knowledge and spells from "April Fool's Day".
Since there seems to be nothing wrong with these notes, Lumian can only continue to pursue the truth by receiving treatment from a psychologist and looking for the priest and Mrs. Poialis.
Of course, he also knew that his sister would never mention the notes at the last moment without any reason. There must be some important information she wanted to convey in them.
Looking at the dark notebooks, Lumian decided to study the things recorded by his sister in reverse order starting tonight.
After simply packing his luggage, Lumian heard his stomach growl.
He stood up and looked at the window. Through the glass at dusk, he could vaguely see his appearance: his hair was dyed blond and was a little longer. His facial features were not much processed, but he was paired with a white shirt, a black vest, and dark-colored hair.
With his formal attire and cold and indifferent expression, he has matured by several years. Even if the parish priest Guillaume Benet met him, he would probably only feel that he was familiar.
Lumian patted his face to let the smile appear little by little, then opened the door and walked out.
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