In an instant, Lumian was extremely nervous.
He turned around, returned to the bed, and picked up the "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand wrapped in white bandages.
Then he picked up his shotgun, walked to the bedroom window amid the sound of "ding-ling-ling", and looked towards the door cautiously.
There's no one there!
At this moment, Lumian's heart seemed to stop beating.
He planned to turn on his "clairvoyance" and take another look.
Because once he entered the meditative state and maintained it for a few seconds in the dream ruins, he would hear the crazy and terrifying sound and show signs of losing control, so he was unable to use this ability smoothly and it took him a while to complete the corresponding operation.
But even with his "clairvoyance" activated, he still didn't notice any figure at the door.
However, the sound of the doorbell continued to echo.
As various thoughts came to his mind, Lumian seriously considered going back to bed, forcing himself to fall asleep and escape from the dream.
But thinking about the unknown danger that had arrived and could invade his semi-underground two-story building at any time, he felt that even if he returned to reality, he might not be able to escape the subsequent attacks.
“Two situations: “If the person who rang the doorbell can come in, I go to bed and give up resistance;
“If it comes in, I can just stimulate the cloth to open the door on its own and there’s no problem.
"I have to go downstairs to check out the pipe layout..."
Lumian made up his mind quickly.
He put the "Fallen Mercury" back into his waist, put on the axe, picked up the shotgun, walked out of the room step by step, and walked down the stairs with great caution.
As soon as he reached the first floor, a figure appeared in his eyes.
At the dining table that could accommodate six people, facing the stairs, sat the mysterious lady that Lumian had been looking for.
She was wearing a white short top with a huge bow on the collar, and what seemed to be loose pearl grey trousers. The overall look was both casual and exquisite.
At this moment, she was holding a glass of light golden drink and sipping it gently, with a black short hat placed next to her hand.
Lumian instantly relaxed and walked towards the mysterious lady with brown hair and blue eyes.
As he put away his shotgun and axe, he pulled out a chair across from the dining table and sat down, asking, "Can you come in here?"
The lady put down her wine glass, smiled and said, "Bu Ran, how do you think those materials were delivered to your room?"
As she spoke, the tinkling sound subsided.
Lumian glanced at the door, and Mrs. Butler said with understanding: "You've already come in, why did you ring the doorbell?"
The lady smiled and said, "It's polite."
Such politeness that could scare people to death? Lumian could only mutter to himself.
He went straight to the point: "I got the extraordinary material corresponding to 'Arsonist'. Well, it should be 'Arsonist'."
The lady nodded slightly: "I know, this is also the reason why I came to see you."
“Are you willing to help me separate the Provocateur Beyonder characteristic and give me the corresponding potion formula?” Lumian suppressed his sudden joy and asked, “I was planning to go to the old tavern to find you.”
As for what price he would have to pay for this, he no longer cared.
The lady smiled and said, “Given the current situation in Koldu Village, it would be dangerous for you to go out, so I came directly here.”
"I can indeed provide the help you want, but it's free this time."
Lumian once again saw that indescribable emotion in the lady's eyes, and the statement that "the cloth is free again" made him feel at ease. "The unknown is more terrifying.
"What do I have to pay?" he asked without hesitation.
The lady said in a calm voice: "The separated 'Arsonist' and 'Hunter' Beyonder characteristics belong to me."
So simple? Lumian was quite surprised.
He didn't even think that this was a price to pay. After all, for a long time, he probably wouldn't be able to use the extraordinary characteristics of "Arsonist".
The lady continued, "In addition to the help I have provided, you will have to do something for me afterwards, if you have any later."
Lumian suddenly felt that the unreadable emotion in the eyes of the lady in front of him became more and more obvious.
He asked tentatively: "What if I don't have a future?"
The lady laughed;
"Is it common to fail in investment? Your sister uses divination to buy stocks.
"What do you need me to do?" Lumian asked without any hesitation.
The lady sighed softly: “We’ll talk about it after you survive.
"Okay, give me the Beyonder Characteristics you got."
Lumian immediately stood up and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
Before entering the stairs, he could barely control himself, walking sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When the lady could no longer see him, he broke into a run.
Not long after, Lumian returned to the first floor carrying the cloth bag containing the "Arsonist" extraordinary characteristic and walked towards the dining table.
The lady once again picked up the glass and sipped the pale golden liquid.
"What is this?" Lumian asked casually.
The lady explained simply: "An aperitif from Trier, called 'Black Poka', is made from ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves soaked in sweet wine for a long time. It tastes very good."
Lumian had brought up this topic just to get closer, so without asking any more questions, he opened the bag and dug out the burning "heart" from the new soil.
The burning sensation burned his palms. He endured the pain, which was too intense, and leaned forward to hand the Beyonder to the lady across the table.
The lady stretched out her left palm and let the "heart" float in the air. !
She glanced at Lumian and laughed, “After that, keep the Beyonder properties. Remember to change its environment every once in a while. If something like this comes into contact with something for a long time, it is likely to combine with the other party and become a magical item that needs to be sealed.”
I see... Lumian asked, "How often do you change it?"
"Normally, two to three days." The lady said casually, "But there are always various accidents. My suggestion is to change the environment every 24 hours. If you can find a suitable sealing and preservation method, you don't need to change it for several months or even years. Also, if you have already mixed the extraordinary materials into a potion, you must drink it as soon as possible, otherwise the liquid will easily combine with the bottle."
As she spoke, something seemed to flash on her body, and the burning "heart" turned into countless red fireflies.
The "fireflies" danced, circled, and gathered together, and finally formed three things: a deep red, elastic and textured mass; a "burning heart" that was a little smaller than before and had many holes missing; and a dark black "stone" with liquid flowing on its surface and emitting a strong stench.
The lady simply stroked the three objects lightly with her right palm, causing two of them to disappear into thin air, and no one knew where they had gone.
The only thing left on the dining table was a dark "stone" that was only half the size of a fist.
"Is this the Provocateur Extraordinary Characteristic?" Lumian asked expectantly.
The lady took out a notepad and a silver-cased round-bellied fountain pen and began to write down the potion formula while reminding him, "You still lack knowledge of mysticism. After killing that monster, you only took away the extraordinary characteristics." This extraordinary creature is spiritual, and many things on its body can be used to make spells and potions, and serve as materials for certain spells and rituals. The simplest example is that its blood is one of the auxiliary materials for the "Arsonist" potion.
"Although the 'Arsonist' potion requires the blood of a fire salamander, the blood of that monster will also work. It is essentially the same, and even more effective."
The more Lumian listened, the more he regretted it.
Although Aurore's novels that were mixed with adventure elements more or less had plots about hunting monsters and taking away certain parts, he did not connect such things with reality, and felt that the only valuable thing about fire monsters was the Beyonder characteristic.
But when I went to get it today, the blood had all dried up!
The lady ignored his reaction and tore off the topmost piece of sticky paper, letting it fly towards Lumian.
Lumian reached out to take it, looking at the string of words eagerly: "Provocateur' potion formula: "Main ingredients: one copy of the Provocateur' Beyonder characteristic;
"Auxiliary materials: 50 ml of distilled liquor, 10 drops of honeysuckle hydrosol, 5 grams of grape vine powder, 10 grams of water fern powder;" Usage: Drink directly.
After reading it, Lumian asked with a little confusion: "There is no spiritual material..."
Like fire salamander blood.
The lady smiled and said, "Different potions have different needs. Yours is mainly a symbol of mysticism.
"For example, water fern is 'easily influenced by other people's words', which is very similar to the nature of 'provocateur'." "'Provocateur' is to let others be influenced by your words? Lumian put away the note and thought about where to get these auxiliary materials: distilled liquor is at home, Aurore likes to put it in certain dishes; grapevines and water fern are everywhere in the Darriege area, but you may have to take the risk to go out; there is only honeysuckle, you have to ask Aurore if it is in the spellcasting materials...
When Lumian raised his head again, the lady opposite him, along with the black short hat and the "Black Poka" aperitif, had disappeared.
He didn't even notice when the other person left.
This is when his "clairvoyance" has not been turned off.
"Huh," Lumian exhaled, and with the "Provocateur" extraordinary characteristic and the potion formula, he returned to the second floor and entered the bedroom with joy and anticipation.
He quickly lay down on the bed, planning to return to reality and ask Aurore, hoping to gather the auxiliary materials tonight.
He didn't even bother to worry that his clairvoyance was still on, since it would stop on its own once he fell asleep.
In the middle of the night when there was no light, Lumian opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Aurore beside him.
He was so excited that he wanted to tell his sister that he had obtained the formula for the "Provocateur" potion.
Almost at the same time, he saw Aurore's mouth open slightly, and a clear and transparent figure crawled out from it.
It was a strange lizard-like creature!
Lumian's gaze froze for a moment, and when the transparent lizard-like creature looked around, he subconsciously closed his eyes again.
The "lizard" looked around, quickly crawled out of Aurora's mouth, and left the room.
Lumian opened his eyes again and stared at his sister.
Aurore's face was shrouded in darkness, making it very unclear. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly.
Lumian watched in awe, as if he had become a statue.
In the thick night, his heart slowly slid into the abyss.