Chapter 205 Return (asking for monthly votes on the last day of March)
Chapter 703 Return (asking for monthly votes on the last day of March)
In a special dream, Amandine said that the figure, also known as "The Underworld Man", nodded to her... "Armored Shadow" Chen Tu was suspected to be related to the Underworld Man... Franka was saving gold.
Give Chen Tu a golden body to get more information... Many thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind.
He turned his head and looked at Amandine, with a smile on his face and said:
"It's not just the 'Dream Festival' where you can meet that figure."
"Is it okay in normal times?" Amandine asked in surprise.
What kind of brain do you have... Lumian cursed, smiled and shook his head:
"What I mean is that you can encounter that figure not only in Tizamo Town, but also on specific dates."
Amandine thought for a few seconds and understood the hidden meaning of Louis Berry's words:
"Have you seen that figure elsewhere?
"You can't see him, can't you, you can only observe him through me?"
Fortunately, it's not that stupid... Lumian took out the golden mask from the "traveler's bag":
"You'll see it when you put it on."
Without waiting for Amandine to respond, Lumian added with a smile:
"I did meet that figure elsewhere."
He used the word "encounter" instead of "seen" to ensure that what he said was truly the truth.
He originally wanted to say, "I even know what his name is," but he was too lazy to explain to Amandine why he used the pronoun "he" to honor the Hades.
Amandine's expression suddenly became excited:
"Where?"
"In Trier." Lumian made no secret.
This is the information he wants the other party to know.
"Trier..." Amandine was both fascinated and a little scared.
As an Intis person who was born and raised in the Southern Continent, she had inevitably heard all kinds of rumors about the "Happy City" and understood the splendor and prosperity there. Trier had almost become a dream in her heart.
The Holy Land, but the furthest she had ever been was Palos Port, and she had never left Matanibon. If she really had the chance to go to Trier, the first thing that emerged in her heart was fear.
After all, she is still just a girl under the age of eighteen.
Lumian continued very candidly:
"One day in the future, I have a friend who may interact with that figure. I hope you can be by her side and provide her with some non-combat help that you can accomplish.
"To this end, I can take you to Trier, help you enter the area where the figure may appear, and provide certain protection.
"So, do you want to make such a deal?"
"I, I..." Amandine hesitated, instinctively looking for an excuse, "My parents won't agree with me leaving Mattanibon now and going to Trier, at least until I have a chance to go to school there.
University."
Lumian said funnyly:
"It's not like I'm asking you to stay in Trier for a long time. You can go there on Saturday and come back on Sunday."
"Ah?" Amandine was stunned.
She imagined sailing across the ocean, climbing mountains and wading in rivers, and saying goodbye to her hometown.
Lumian raised his eyebrows and said:
"It's not like I didn't 'teleport' you with me in the dream."
"But, isn't that a small area?" Amandine's eyes suddenly lit up, "You can 'teleport' directly to Trier, from Mattanibon?"
Lumian nodded lightly:
"Yes, you may need to make one or two transfers along the way, but you can still get to Trier quickly."
"Soon..." Amandine was a little excited, she wanted to experience such magic.
But she still didn't make a decision immediately.
Lumian did not press:
"There is no need to make a decision in a hurry. Seeing that figure again is actually a very dangerous thing. You should first get in touch with the occult circle of Mattanibon through Ruiya and understand the common sense of extraordinary people before you consider it.
Whether or not to accept this deal may be a matter of three months, even half a year, or a year."
Amandine quietly breathed a sigh of relief:
"OK."
She then asked a little curiously:
"That friend of yours is a woman?"
The personal pronoun "she" is used.
In our minds, she is always, in her own perception, sometimes yes, sometimes not... Lumian complained about Franka, nodded slightly and said:
"right."
Amandine asked further with interest:
"Your lover?"
Lumian laughed out loud:
"Of course not, why do you always pay attention to this kind of thing?"
As Lumian spoke, he took out a note paper and an absorbent pen from the "traveler's bag", wrote a few lines of words, and handed them to Amandine.
Amandine took it and read it carefully by the candlelight in the church:
"The creatures that roam the upper world, the penitents who wake up from the flames of pain, are the messengers of Lumian Lee alone."
"What is this?" Amandine looked confused.
"My messenger, after you have considered it, arrange the ceremony, use this incantation to summon my messenger, and tell me your decision." Lumian explained simply.
Amandine became increasingly confused:
"What ritual, what summons? Is this not a messenger in the conventional sense?"
Lumian raised his eyebrows again:
"Have you never heard of messengers in the field of occultism? Don't you know the ritual of summoning messengers?"
Amandine smiled and said:
"I only came into contact with supernatural power last year. Through Robert and several occult enthusiasts, I collected some information about the 'Pathway of God'. I know about rituals, but I don't know what they are exactly."
After saying that, her eyes lit up:
"You will teach me, right? Otherwise I won't be able to summon your messenger.
"Also, your real name is not Louis Berry, but Lumian Lee?
"You, you just took the paper and pen from the coin bag. You also took the previous things from there. What kind of magical item is this?
"..."
Lumian couldn't help but raise his head and cast his gaze on the golden spherical dome.
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The next morning, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano out of the Hotel Briu, walked through the streets with ruins that had not been cleared, and arrived at the Bunia Cafe.
The boss, Bunia, remained shy as usual and politely asked Lumian and others what they needed.
Lumian ordered three cups of Xhosa coffee and three portions of Matanibon's special breakfast "okapa".
This is a food made of rice, chicken, eggs, potato cubes and common local spices wrapped in the leaves of the Okapa tree. It has a generous portion and a strong fragrance. You can't stop mouthing after one bite.
Lumian looked at the spread "Okapa", picked up the tableware, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
The fragrance of the leaves themselves, the salted egg yolks, the thickness of the rice, the tenderness of the chicken, the softness and glutinousness of the potatoes, and the strange aroma all intertwine to create a quite unique taste.
While Lumian was eating, he casually looked at the pedestrians on the street and the residents in the cafe.
After getting over last night's sadness and fear, they became gentle again and no longer showed excessive emotions. When talking to others, they always had a faint smile on their faces.
After Ludwig finished his second meal in the morning, Lumian found a secluded corner, changed into winter clothes, and disappeared with him and Lugano into the town of Tizamo.
This time, Lumian did not "teleport" directly to Franka because Lugano, Ludwig and the two witches were not familiar with each other.
Lumian chose a rarely used underground entrance to Trier in the Memorial Hall area, and the silhouettes of the three people were quickly outlined on the steps made of steel.
As soon as Lumian returned to the surface, he saw several young people who looked like college students carrying carbide lamps and lanterns, laughing and playing past the three of them and entering the underground Trier.
After turning to the nearest main street, the first thing Lumian saw was a man wearing scantily clad clothes and wearing an iron chain. He was walking slowly on the street like a dog crawling. Anyone around him dared to look at him more.
Eyes, he would definitely stare back and bark twice.
The next second, the wandering artist on the street corner played a rhythmic melody, and the passers-by more or less started dancing, with relaxed and comfortable smiles on their faces, pretending to be dogs, rustling in the cold wind.
The trembling man also raised his hind legs.
This is very different from the market district street scene.
The Memorial Hall area is famous for its many universities.
Lumian withdrew his gaze from the smiles on the passersby's faces and led Lugano and Ludwig to Anthony's house, which was rented nearby.
That's on the fourth floor, near the end of the corridor.
Boom, boom, boom, Lumian knocked on the door without any politeness at all.
Soon, he saw Anthony who was dressed completely different from before:
Wearing a white shirt, a light gray cashmere sweater, a black woolen coat, a dark red bow tie, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a light yellow wig, his beard is shaved very clean, and his face is no longer dull.
The oil shines out and the black stuff in the pores disappears.
He looks like a successful member of the upper class.
"Are you in love?" Lumian joked.
Anthony smiled and replied:
"I'm going to attend a dinner today for the Trier Association of Psychiatrists."
This is a necessary prerequisite for completing the mission of Ms. Justice.
"Have you obtained a psychiatrist's license?" Lumian walked into the room and asked casually.
Anthony nodded:
"I bought a real identity and a set of real academic qualifications, and successfully 'convinced' the examiner during the interview."
"Real identity? Where is its original owner?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
Anthony glanced at Lugano and Ludwig, but did not directly answer Lumian's question:
"What do you want me to help you with?"
Lumian understood what Anthony meant, and temporarily gave up the previous question, briefly mentioning the situation of the "Dream Festival" and the sequelae caused by Lugano losing his arm in the dream.
He did not tell how Lugano lost his arm.
After Anthony listened carefully, he looked at Lugano and said:
"This kind of hysteria is easy to solve. Do you need a faster solution, or a slower and gentler solution?"
Lugano replied without hesitation:
"Hurry up."
He was fed up with not having control of his right forearm!
Anthony suddenly stared at Lugano's left side and frowned.
Lugano subconsciously turned his body to the left and followed it.
At this moment, Anthony took out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed Lugano's right forearm.
Lugano quickly withdrew his hands and blurted out:
"What are you doing?"
Anthony took back the dagger and replied calmly:
"The treatment is over."
"Ah?" Lugano looked blankly at his right hand and found that it had shrunk to his chest, without any sensory barriers.
Lumian then laughed and said to Lugano:
"Keep an eye on Ludwig and remember to prepare food for him."
Without waiting for Lugano to respond, Lumian turned to Anthony and said:
"Let's go find Franka and Jenna now."
Anthony glanced at Lumian and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which were a bit unfamiliar to him: