After checking the letter with gloves on, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No problem this time!
He felt a little tired after holding three consecutive rituals to summon spiritual creatures.
After thinking for a while, Lumian said to the rabbit-like spiritual creature: "Can you do me one more favor?"
The "rabbit" thought seriously for a few seconds and nodded slowly.
Lumian opened the pocket of the gray-blue worker's uniform: "Then follow me first."
The illusive and transparent "rabbit" jumped in mid-air and came to Lumian's side, posing as if to follow.
Lumian sighed silently and said: "Rabbit" kept a dull expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrank his body.
Because it has no real thickness or weight, the pockets of the clothes close quickly without leaving any traces.
After putting the letter into 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 Suchit Steam Railway Station.
At this time, it was just early five o'clock, and many people had not finished their work. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but not too few. People leaving the station were passing by in groups, either going to the bus stop or looking for the subway entrance.
Or you can carry your luggage and walk to the nearby streets with just your feet, looking for a temporary place to stay tonight.
Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed to the mailbox dozens of meters away, and said in a lowered voice: "Did you see that green metal box?"
He immediately felt the vibration in his pocket, and the "rabbit" answered in this way.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Put the letter next to you into the metal tube.
After saying that, Lumian pinched his temples and turned on "Spiritual Vision".
He saw the "rabbit" floating out, wrapping the "letter for help", passing through the passing crowd and arriving at the green metal cylinder.
Just when Lumian thought "Rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, this guy got in with the letter.
After a while, it broke away from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, while the letter remained inside.
Lumian closed his eyes and comforted himself: "It's okay to put it in..."
He immediately took "Rabbit" away from the Market Avenue, found a deserted alley, and told the other party in Hermes that the summons was over.
This thing is consuming his spirituality every moment.
When "Rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt at ease.
He plans to stop helping Charlie here, and it will depend on how the official Beyonders deal with it.
"If this thing wasn't interesting enough, I wouldn't even bother to help him. Why would I have to fight for him with Susanna Matisse, a weird creature that looks very strong at first glance?" Lumian muttered silently.
He immediately laughed a little: If those vulgar guys in Kordu Village knew the characteristics of Susanna Matisse, they would definitely ask vaguely whether to fight on the bed or in the haystack?
Of course, Lumian can also be equally vulgar when facing them.
On the way back to the chaotic streets, he found a meat pie shop and bought a "red fish hot beef pie" for dinner.
Paired with the soda sold by street vendors, Lumian ate while walking through the crowd, occasionally avoiding a few hands that quietly reached for his wallet.
Compared with Rouen meat pie, the "red fish hot beef pie" is not so greasy. The fish meat is fresh and delicate, the beef is mellow and crispy, the dough is sweet and chewy, and the fragrance of spices and oil is mixed. It is very layered.
The taste opened Lumian's taste buds one after another.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he held up the glass bottle with one-third of the red liquid still in it and said sincerely: "No wonder the people of Trier like meat pie...
"I will have the opportunity to go to Richelieu Street in the library district and try the first restaurant that makes hot red fish beef patties in a while..." Degon meat pie, Périgueux meat pie, Tudan cashew pie, meat sauce
Pie...
Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned to the streets.
What caught his eyes was a chaotic scene, with those suspected to be gang members holding swords, axes, or sticks, confronting each other on the street.
Pedestrians stayed away one after another, vendors evacuated from the streets one after another, and residents of the houses on both sides closed their windows.
Lumian stopped going deeper, took a few steps back, found a pilaster for cover, and observed the situation ahead with interest...
After he killed Maggot, who he suspected was from the Stinger Gang, he aroused the suspicion of several gangs in the market area, which eventually developed into a fight.
After waiting and waiting, nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Lumian still did not wait for a large-scale conflict to break out among the gang members.
This made him a little disappointed because he wanted to watch the excitement, and he cursed in a low voice: "Aren't you all good at it? You just occupy the street and don't do anything, and you stand there as punishment. Don't you think you have too much time?"
As soon as his thoughts changed, Lumian looked at the five-story gray-white building next to him.
He seriously considered finding a room and throwing the finished soda bottle between the two groups, making them all think that it was the leader of the other party who had given the signal to start a fight.
That way, Lumian will have fun to watch.
Just when he was about to put his idea into practice, a large number of police officers in black uniforms appeared on both sides of the street.
The first few rows rode tall brown or black horses, holding shields and sticks. They pressed on the horses and approached the gang members step by step.
This brought a great sense of oppression, and many gang members began to waver.
When the mounted police launched their charge, the gang members who had gathered in the street dispersed in a hurry, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground.
Lumian just wanted to clap and applaud, 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 edge of the bed, he recalled the entire process of writing and sending letters to see if there were any omissions to avoid being targeted by official extraordinary people.
After a while, Lumian sighed in a low voice: "If only I had a messenger, I wouldn't need to go to such trouble."
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Unfortunately, the messenger is not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Aurore.
So far, Lumian only knows of two people who have messengers: one is the "Magician" lady, and the other is "Hela", the vice president of the Curly Whisker Research Society that Aurore mentioned.
"Hela..." Lumian's expression gradually darkened.
If Aurore in his dream really had some influence from the soul fragment, it can be seen that Aurore still trusts "Hela", the vice-president, and would immediately think of summoning the other party's messenger when encountering a problem.
Ask for help.
"I don't know" Hela "isn't sure about Aurore's real identity. Did she know that Aurore has passed away through that obituary..." Lumian muttered to himself silently.
While he was deep in thought, something suddenly occurred to him: it was actually possible for him to summon the messenger of "Hela"!
There are only three sentences in the summoning spell, and Lumian can be sure that the last sentence is "the messenger belonging exclusively to Hela", while the first two sentences have fixed formats and requirements. He can always find the right combination as long as he tries a few times! p>
Moreover, under such circumstances, even if the previous combinations are wrong, Lumian will not encounter any danger, because the description of "a messenger belonging exclusively to Hela" eliminates other possibilities.
"Would you like to write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Aurore?"
Lumian was a little embarrassed for a moment.
He plans to summon the messenger of "Hela" now!
Although he doesn't quite trust the vice-president of the Curly-haired Buddha Research Society, he doesn't feel that he is worthy of being coveted, and Aurore still believed in "Hela" during his lifetime.
Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Ms. Hela: "I have the temerity to write this letter to you. I am the younger brother of a "Muggle" and I am very reluctant to do so.
I will tell you that she encountered misfortune and has passed away. "This involved a disaster caused by belief in evil gods, and only a few people and I escaped.
"I'm not sure you're not emotionally interested in this matter, so I won't go into details to avoid wasting your time.
After staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian slowly exhaled and folded the paper.
Then, he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: "The spirit lingering in the illusion, the friendly creature that can be driven, the unique messenger of Hela."
After reciting the incantation, Lumian looked at the candlelight stained with dark green and waited patiently for the messenger to appear.
Time passed minute by minute, and nothing happened inside the altar.
Lumian was not disappointed and spoke again: "Me!" In my name, he summoned: "Spirit that travels in the upper world;" Friendly creatures that can be driven;
"A messenger unique to Hela...
The green candle flame suddenly swayed and became much larger.
At this time, not only was the top of it not illuminated, it was getting darker and darker.
In the darkness, something quickly sketched out.
It was a skull head shaped like a human skull. It seemed to be made of pure silver, with its own soft light that dispelled the surrounding darkness.
The eye sockets of the skull's head were burning with pale flames, making Lumian suddenly feel that the other party was dangerous.
After staring at Lumian for a few seconds, the sterling silver skull opened its mouth and bit the letter that flew over.