After checking the letter with his gloves on, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There's no problem this time!
After performing three consecutive rituals to summon spiritual beings, he felt a little tired.
After thinking for a while, Lumian said to the rabbit-like spirit creature: "Can you do me another favor?"
The "rabbit" thought seriously for a few seconds and nodded slowly.
Lumian opened the pocket of his gray-blue worker's uniform: "Then follow me first."
The illusory and transparent "rabbit" jumped in mid-air and came to Lumian's side, posing as if to follow him.
Lumian sighed silently and said, "Rabbit" kept a dazed expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket and shrank back.
Because it has no real thickness or weight, the pockets of clothes close quickly without leaving any trace.
After putting the letter into the same pocket, Lumian opened the "Spiritual Wall", took off his gloves, and left Room 207.
He wandered down to Market Avenue, near Suchit Steam Locomotive Station.
At this time, it was just after five o'clock and many people had not finished work yet. There were not many pedestrians on the road but not too few either. People leaving the station passed by in groups, some going to the public carriage stop, some looking for the subway entrance, or carrying their luggage and walking on foot to the nearby streets to find a temporary place to stay for the night.
Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed at the mailbox a few dozen meters away, and said in a low voice, "Do you see that green metal tube?"
He immediately felt the vibration in his pocket. This was the way the "rabbit" responded.
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 on both sides and turned on his "spiritual vision".
He saw the "rabbit" floating out, wrapped in the "letter for help", passing through the crowd and reaching the green metal cylinder.
Just when Lumian thought that the "rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, this guy got in with the letter.
After a moment it detached from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, with the letter remaining inside.
Lumian closed his eyes and consoled himself: "It's in there after all..."
He then took the "rabbit" away from the market avenue, found an empty alley, and told the other party in Hermes that the summoning was over.
This thing was draining his spiritual energy every moment.
When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt relieved.
He planned to stop helping Charlie here, and it would depend on how the official Beyonders would handle the situation next.
“If this wasn’t interesting enough, I wouldn’t bother to help him. Do I have to fight for him and Susanna Mathis, that weird creature who looks very strong?” Lumian muttered silently.
He then laughed a little: if those vulgar guys in Cordu knew the characteristics shown by Suzanne Matisse, they would definitely ask ambiguously whether they wanted to fight in bed or in the haystack
Of course, Lumian could be just as vulgar when facing them.
On the way back to the chaotic street, he found a meat pie shop and bought a "hot beef pie with red fish" for dinner.
Accompanied by soda sold by street vendors, Lumian ate while moving through the crowd, occasionally dodging a few hands that were stealing towards his wallet.
Compared with Rouen meat pie, "Red Fish Hot Beef Pie" is not so greasy. The fresh and delicate fish meat, the mellow and crispy beef, the light sweet chewiness of the dough, and the fragrance of spices and oils, with a very layered taste, open up Lumian's taste buds one by one.
After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he held up a glass bottle that still had one-third of the red liquid in it and said with deep emotion, "No wonder the people of Trier like meat pies...
"I'll go to the library district's Rue Richelieu sometime soon and try the first shop that makes red fish hot beef pies..." Degan meat pies, Perigueux meat pies, Tudan cashew pies, meat sauce pies...
Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the chaotic street.
What met his eyes was a chaotic scene, with guys who looked like gang members confronting each other on the street, holding knives, axes, or sticks.
Pedestrians moved away, vendors withdrew from the street one by one, and residents of the houses on both sides slammed their windows shut.
Lumian did not go any further, but stepped back a few steps, found a wall pillar to block the view, and observed the situation ahead with interest...
He suspected that after he killed Maggot of the Sting Gang, it aroused suspicion among several gangs in the market area, which eventually developed into a fight.
After waiting and waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lumian still didn't see a large-scale conflict break out among the gang members.
This made him, who wanted to watch the fun, a little disappointed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Are you all no good? You are occupying the street without doing anything, standing there as a punishment. Do you think you have too much time?"
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lumian looked towards the five-story gray-white building next to him.
He seriously considered whether he should just find a room and throw the empty soda bottle between the two gangs, making them mistakenly think that the leader of the other gang had given the signal to start fighting.
That way, Lumian would have something fun to watch.
Just as he was about to put his idea into practice, a large number of policemen in black uniforms appeared at both ends of the street.
The men in the front rows were riding on tall brown or black horses, holding shields and sticks, and they slowed down their horses' pace, moving closer to 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 the charge, the gang members gathered in the chaotic street scattered, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground.
Lumian just wanted to clap his hands as he watched, his heart that was seeking excitement was greatly satisfied.
Before long, the street returned to its usual bustle.
Lumian drank the last sip of pomegranate soda, walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, and entered room 207.
Sitting on the bed, he recalled the entire process of writing and sending the letter to see if there were any omissions, so as to avoid being targeted by official Beyonders.
After a while, Lumian sighed in a low voice: "If only I had a messenger, there would be no need for all this trouble."
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Unfortunately, the messenger is not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Auror has one.
So far, Lumian only knew of two people who had messengers: one was the "Magician" lady, and the other was "Hela", the vice president of the Curly-haired Research Society mentioned by Auror.
“Hela…” Lumian’s expression gradually became solemn.
If the Auror in his dream was really partially influenced by the soul fragments, then it can be seen that Auror still trusts Vice President "Hela" quite a lot. When encountering problems, the first thing she thinks of is to summon the other party's messenger and seek help.
“I don’t know if Hela knows Aurore’s real identity or not. Did she know from the obituary that Aurore has passed away…” Lumian muttered to himself silently.
As he was deep in thought, he suddenly thought of something: it was actually possible for him to summon Hela's messenger!
The summoning spell only had three sentences. Lumian could be sure that the last sentence was "Hela's unique messenger", and the first two sentences had fixed formats and requirements. He only had to try a few more times and he would always be able to find the correct combination!
Moreover, in this case, even if the previous combinations were wrong, Lumian would not be in any danger, because the description of "Hela's unique messenger" ruled out other possibilities.
"Should we write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Aurora?"
Lumian was a little embarrassed for a moment.
He planned to summon Hela's messenger now!
Although he didn't quite trust the vice president of the Curly-Haired Buddha Research Society, he didn't think he was worth the other party's covetousness, and Aurore still believed in "Hela" very much during her lifetime.
Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Ms. "Hela": "I am very proud to write this letter to you. I am the younger brother of "Muggle". I am very reluctant to tell you that she met with misfortune and has passed away. "This involves a disaster brought about by the belief in an evil god. Only I and a few others escaped.
“I’m not sure whether you are interested in this matter or not, 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 exhaled slowly and folded the paper.
Then, he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: "Spirit wandering in the void, friendly creatures that can be driven, and messengers belonging to Hela alone."
After reciting the spell, Lumian looked at the candlelight stained with dark green and waited patiently for the messenger to appear.
Time passed by minute by minute, and nothing happened in the altar.
Lumian was not disappointed and spoke again: "I!" In my name, I summon: "Spirit wandering in the upper world;" Friendly creatures that can be driven;
"A messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela...
The dark green candle flame suddenly shook and became much larger.
At this time, not only was the top of it not illuminated, but it was getting darker and darker.
In the darkness, something quickly emerged.
It was a skull head shaped like a human skull, as if made of pure silver. It emitted a soft light that dispelled the darkness around it.
Pale flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull, making Lumian suddenly feel that the other party was very dangerous.
After staring at Lumian for a few seconds, the silver skull opened its mouth and bit the flying letter.
It then returned to the re-gathering darkness.