Chapter 9 Recruitment (please ask for monthly tickets during the double period)
Lumian nodded and asked: "You said you have a high level of inspiration?"
Aosta was in a daze for a moment, gradually showing an expression of fear and fear.
He paused for a while before saying: "This should be a characteristic of the "Secret Prayer". I can sense the unknown creatures hidden in the depths of darkness, and I can also detect that the real world is surrounded by a thick curtain. Behind the curtain
They are pairs of eyes looking at us without emotion..."
Having said this, Aosta breathed heavily.
Lumian did not urge him and waited for the fake wizard to calm down on his own.
After nearly a minute, Aosta took a long breath and said: "It's okay in the market area and the observatory area. In Trier Underground, I can often feel the end of certain roads, places that I can't see with my eyes."
, there is some kind of creature calling me, asking me to come over.
"I don't know what I will end up like if I really go into those darkness."
A very good occult sensor... On the one hand, Lumian laughed at himself for the "Hunter's" spiritual vision, but on the other hand, he felt that the "Secret Prayer" was not as useless as Aosta said.
Aosta continued: "Sometimes, when I see tourists entering the catacombs holding white candles, I have some almost delusional thoughts, thinking that this is a ritual and a connection with some hidden existence.
A wonderful connection has been made to help the corresponding tourists not to be swallowed by the darkness and not to be taken away by the dead."
Lumian was quite surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "In a mystical sense, the 'Secret Prayer' is very powerful...but he is not good at fighting..."
According to Aosta's description, he suspected that having to hold a lit white candle to enter the catacombs was really a ritual to allow visitors to avoid the various dangers hidden there.
The tomb administrators should be very aware of this, but in order to make money, not only did they say nothing, but they also encouraged the people above to include visiting the underground tombs as a tourist item.
Thinking of this, Lumian remembered something that his sister Aurore often lamented: "The alienation of money from people."
I don’t know who can bring about alienation in people at a lower level, potions, gifts or money... Lumian muttered silently with a teasing attitude.
He turned to ask Aosta: "Did you sense any danger hidden in the darkness in the market area?"
Aosta's expression changed several times, and he said in a low voice: "I dare not get close to the burned house in the Honest Market."
On the edge of the Honest Market, near White Coat Street, there is an uninhabited house that was burned black due to a fire. The councilors in the area have been calling for it to be demolished and converted into a commercial building. But for some reason, the corresponding
The bill never received the attention of the city hall, so that more than ten years later, the six-story building that looks like a scar on the city still stands in place.
I didn't feel much when I passed by in the morning... Lumian turned sideways and walked towards the door: "I will come to visit you again. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Aosta, who had bandaged his shoulder wound, smiled and said, "No matter what, I will give you an answer.
After leaving Aosta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, ducked into the shadow of the stairs leading to the rooftop, and silently stared at the closed wooden door.
After nearly half an hour, after confirming that there was no movement from the other party, he took the "Le Petit Trier" and slowly walked down the stairs.
At this time, he finally heard his stomach growling.
Looking at the barricade in front of him which was piled up with stones, logs, clay tablets and debris, but with a road cleared in the middle, Lumian found a bakery nearby and bought half a kilogram of croissant horns for 3 Ricks.
bread.
He also tried Trier's unique juice soda.
The liquid kept bubbling, and the redcurrant syrup spread out like clouds after it was incorporated. It was worth 13 copets.
If you return the soda bottle, 3 kopecks will be refunded.
...
Chaos Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Before Lumian entered the bar located in the basement, he heard the sounds of frolic and noise.
At night just after nine o'clock, nearly twenty people crowded into the small space. They were either sitting in front of the bar or drinking around a few small round tables, but they all turned their attention to the bartender.
The bartender with a ponytail and an artistic temperament was introducing the machines placed on the bar to an unfamiliar male customer:
"This is called the Fool's Test, which can test your intelligence index.
"Would you like to try it?"
The male customer wearing a dark jacket asked quite emotionally: "How to try it?"
The bartender pointed to the exposed rubber hose with a serious expression: "Blow air here until bubbles come out of the glass jar on top.
"Whether bubbles can be blown out and how big they can be are related to the final test results."
The male customer didn't hesitate, picked up the rubber hose and started blowing.
When the light green bubbles popped up in the glass jar above the machine, everyone in the bar stood up, applauded wildly and shouted happily: "Welcome, you idiot who is stupid enough to bubble bubbles!"
The male guest was stunned at first, and then his face turned red when he figured out the reason.
He glared at the bartender fiercely, then looked at the nearly twenty guests. He finally restrained his anger and muttered, "It's really interesting. This prank is really interesting. I'm going to bring a few friends to try it tomorrow."
Is this the role of friends? Lumian sneered secretly, pulled up a high stool and sat down, and said to the bartender: Give me a glass of fennel absinthe."
The bartender showed a friendly smile: "I'll buy you a drink. Your machine is great. Many people have heard about its magic and come here to drink. My business has doubled compared to before."
"By the way, my name is Pavard Nissen. I am the owner of this bar and an amateur painter. What do you call me?"
"Char." Lumian did not hide his smile.
He once again felt the difference between Trier and the villagers of Kordu.
In the village of Kordu, anyone who encounters such a prank will only think of finding an opportunity to beat them back. However, on the premise that they are unable to retaliate for the time being, the citizens of Trier like to find new "victims" and watch them fall for the trick.
, to eliminate the pain of being hurt.
"You have a very good mind and are better at playing pranks than many people in Trier." For Pavard Nissen, a native bartender, such praise is the highest praise.
He then pushed the slender goblet filled with light green psychedelic liquid to Lumian.
Lumian took the absinthe and took a sip, feeling that the faint bitter taste stimulated certain nerves, making him feel alive.
He closed his eyes and felt for a while and said: "I have a few friends who came to Trier earlier than me, but I don't know their contact information. Is there a way to find them?"
Pavard Nissen wiped his wine glass: "If you are particularly rich, go to Trier Daily and place a missing person advertisement. If you don't have much money, go to bounty hunters or intelligence dealers to see if they are willing to accept such a commission. If you don't have much money, go back." Room to sleep. Maybe one day, you will meet your friends while walking on the street."
"Do you have a good introduction, a bounty hunter or intelligence dealer that you can trust?" Although Lumian has no money worries for the time being, and may receive "donations" from well-wishers at any time, he is really not the one looking for advertisements in major newspapers. If you can afford it, it's at least 3,000 Firkin - a newspaper with a small circulation is cheap, but it has no effect.
Moreover, the parish priest Guillaume Benet and Madame Poualis did not know how to read newspapers, so this would definitely alarm them.
Pawar nodded and said: "Anthony Reed lives in Room 5 on the 3rd floor of the hotel. You can visit him tomorrow.
"He was originally a retired soldier and later became an intelligence dealer. He has a good reputation."
Lumian memorized the corresponding room number and name, raised the absinthe, shook it slightly, and greeted the bartender.
...
Back in room 207, Lumian did not allow himself to rest.
After closing the tattered curtains, he danced the "Dance of Photography" in the cramped environment.
He wanted to see what kind of strange creatures he could attract in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and on the streets, so as to prepare for possible attacks, pursuits, or proactive raids in the future.
According to Aosta, except for the burned-out building, there are no particularly dangerous places in the market area, and it is quite far away from the chaotic streets. It is impossible to be affected by the "Dancer" who is only equivalent to Sequence 9. After all, this is not a science. The ruins of Erdu Village do not have the power of fate that pervades every place.
After excluding the more dangerous ones and the parts of the "Dancer" character that cannot be recruited, Lumian believes that even if the strange creatures that appear later are stronger than himself, it will be almost impossible to force themselves onto his body - The blue-black symbols representing the great existence and the black thorn pattern from fate are enough to scare them, making them dare not act rashly.
In the dance that is sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted, Lumian's spirituality combines with the force of nature and spreads out to the surroundings, very hidden.
Not long after, he felt eyes staring at him, and several transparent or blurry figures floated around the room.
Some of them resemble human beings and seem to belong to the remaining obsessions after death. Some of them are strangely shaped, like bottles or stacked meat balls, which are suspected to come from the corresponding spiritual world.
Lumian didn't know any of them, and couldn't tell what characteristics and abilities each of them had.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the tattered curtains.
It is slightly transparent, it is a woman, with long green hair mixed with green leaves, wrapping the body, covering important parts, while the rest of the body is directly exposed with fair and smooth skin, which makes people's hearts beat faster and their thoughts rise when they see it.
Lian Lian.
This figure had green eyes, red lips, and a delicate and charming face. Just a glance at Lumian made him inexplicably excited.