Lumian, who succeeded on his second attempt, ended the ritual, cleaned up the wooden table, took out Aurore's witchcraft notes, and flipped through the relevant parts in the light of the calcium carbide lamp.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly had a premonition, raised his head and looked towards the window.
A folded piece of letter paper lay quietly there.
“So soon?” Lumian reached out in astonishment and took the letter.
The reply from "Hela", vice president of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, arrived earlier than he expected.
Lumian unfolded the letter and read through the decorative words. "I'm sorry to hear that. Ever since the Muggles missed the party last month, I had a bad feeling."
There are too many dangers in this world, and sometimes, we can't avoid them just because we want to, unless we can control everyone around us.
If you like, you can tell me about the misfortunes that befell the Muggles. You don't have to go into detail, just the general situation...
From the fact that you can summon my messenger, you should have also embarked on the path of transcendence. I don't know if your sister has told you that this means you will always be accompanied by danger and madness, but it is necessary to remind you to be restrained and cautious with our shipmates who are taking the lantern. In other words, restraint and caution are our best friends.
After that, you can write to me if you have any questions about the occult. Although I am not known for my extensive knowledge, I can answer many questions.
Muggles and I have only met twice in the past year, mainly to discuss various matters in the supernatural field.
What impressed me most was that she mentioned that one of her friends was affected by a weird dream and she hoped to find a solution. If necessary, she wanted to ask a real psychologist for treatment...
Lumian quietly read Hela's reply, the muscles on his face seemed to stretch and twist.
Aurore is really looking for a solution to her strange dream!
Lumian calmed down and thought about how to reply.
Just then, he was suddenly stunned.
Combined with Ms. Susie’s description, the real psychiatrist should refer to a certain sequence of the audience’s pathway…
Only an extraordinary person who is good at this field can make me stop dreaming about that world filled with gray fog...
There is nothing wrong with this matter itself, but the problem is: the record of this path in Auror's witchcraft notes only has sequence viewers!
And she obviously knew that the psychiatrist Lumian immediately remembered two conversations in the dream: the second was that Aurore mentioned that he knew the sequence and sequence of all the pathways, and had a certain understanding of them.
Psychologists are often associated with hypnosis. The hypnotist is most likely also an audience, a certain sequence of the pathway, and may even be higher than that of the psychologist. Aurore did not record the sequence or sequence corresponding to the audience pathway in the witchcraft notes...
Lumian's expression became quite solemn, yet with a twisted excitement.
After many days, he finally found some problems in Aurora's witchcraft notes!
And now, Hela's reply indirectly confirmed that Aurore really knew one or several sequences behind the audience's path, and had a certain understanding of the corresponding abilities.
Why didn't Aurore write down this knowledge in her witchcraft notebook
What secret is hidden behind this abnormal phenomenon
Lumian pulled out a piece of white paper and read out his sad and excited words.
In less than a minute, he wrote: "Dear Ms. Hela, this is what happened... Because I have no idea of the true situation in that disaster, I lost some of my memory during the disaster."
I would be very grateful if you could help me keep an eye on the whereabouts of Guillaume, Benedict, Puarist, Roquefort and others, whose appearance characteristics can be obtained directly from the official wanted poster.
Finally, I have a question. I wonder which real psychiatrist Muggle wanted to consult at that time
Lumian set up the altar once again, summoned the silver skull, and handed the letter to it.
Similarly, within a quarter of an hour, he received Hela's second reply.
Without bothering to compare the positive responses from the magician and Hela, Lumian quickly read the contents of the letter: "I can feel your sadness, and I can understand your desire to investigate the truth, find the murderer and get revenge. Muggles and I are friends, and I will provide you with help within my ability, including but not limited to finding those people."
In this matter, I can also provide you with a new idea for investigation. As far as I know, Muggle's parents and other family members should still be alive in this world. She stayed away from them for some reason and dared not return to Trier. I am not sure if they have any problems or whether they have come into contact with the believers of the evil god.
I don't know which psychiatrist Muggle wanted to find at that time. There are many real psychiatrists in our organization, and the gatherings that Muggle and I attended did not overlap. I will help you ask the members who have had interactions with her to see if you can get the answer you want...
I will keep the news of the Muggle's death a secret for you until this matter is fully investigated...
If you move away later, remember to summon my messenger again, in case I cannot contact you after I get the relevant information...
After reading it, Lumian was silent for a long time and exhaled slowly. He initially imagined that Ms. Hela would invite him to join the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society to replace Aurore, so that he could better investigate who the psychiatrist Aurore wanted to hire was. But now it seems that the organization is very cautious about recruiting new members, and may even require certain characteristics to be eligible for assessment, such as Aurore's mention of not being able to return to his hometown. Maybe Ms. Hela is observing me now, assessing...
Lumian comforted himself, sat down again, and continued to study Aurore's witchcraft notes.
As for Aurore's original family, he had no idea.
Wednesday night at 10:00, White Coat Street No.
Lumian, wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform and a dark blue, almost black baseball cap, knocked on Ostartrull's door.
I also keep my promises more than you think.
Lumian walked into the room, took out Felkin's worth of bills and coins, and handed them to Osta.
A gang leader died.
Baron Brill is dead, and there are still Baron Guillaume and Baron Pierre. As long as the Savoy gang is still around, you have to pay back the usury you owe.
Osta's expression suddenly fell.
Not long after, he took Lumian on a public carriage, each paying 30 copeks. They found a seat in the carriage and it took nearly an hour for the public carriage to go from the Honest Man's Market area on the south bank of the Serenzuo River to the Boulevard area on the north bank of the Serenzuo River, which is District 8.
This is the heart of the entire Intellis Republic. The Palace of Philanthropy where the president works, the Grand Palace where Emperor Roselle used to live, and various newspaper offices are all here, surrounded by high-end residences.
Lumian had read in the newspaper before that the average rent in this area was 4,000 filgins per year, or about 74 filgins per week, and the expensive ones could even reach tens of thousands.
"Mr. K. is calling a party in the Boulevard District?"
Seeing that there were few people on the public carriage, Lumian asked Aosta in a low voice.
Osta smiled and said, "It has always been like that. Magazines like Psychic and Esotericism are also headquartered in the Boulevard District."
You know how to hide... Lumian cast his gaze toward the spacious and flat avenue outside the window. Behind the neatly arranged Intellas sycamore trees were rows of elegantly shaped and light-colored buildings.
At around 8:50, Osta took Lumian into the six-story off-white luxurious house at 19 Scheer Street.
This is the headquarters of Psychic Magazine, but they only own the top three floors.
Osta did not go upstairs, but turned to the right corridor on the ground floor.
“Okay.” Lumian lowered his head, holding his hat down, and no one knew what he was busy with.
The next second, Lumian raised his head. His face was wrapped in layer upon layer of white bandages, leaving only his eyes, nostrils and ears exposed.
Seeing this scene, Osta's heart almost stopped beating.