"Ms. Hela? You know her?"
Franka's first reaction was surprise and astonishment.
She quickly remembered that Lumian's sister "Muggle" was also a member of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" and added: "Did your sister mention Ms. Hela to you?"
Lumian nodded. "Not only did he mention it, but he also gave me the spell to summon Lady Hela's messenger."
"She told you to seek help from Ms. Hela when you encounter difficulties."
Franca speculated: "Are you planning to summon Lady Hela's messenger to ask me if she is trustworthy?"
“I guess so.”
Lumian answered in the affirmative.
"I have actually established contact with Ms. Hela and summoned her messenger, but I discovered today that my sister's behavior during the disaster in Koldu Village was a little abnormal, and it seems to be related to Ms. Hela. I don't know, should I ask her directly?"
Seeing that Lumian still did not explain in detail what happened in the disaster in Cordu Village, nor did he explain specifically what Aurore's abnormal behavior was
Franka understood his thoughts and did not ask further questions. She answered thoughtfully, "I personally want to believe Ms. Hela. Damn, you have established contact with Ms. Hela without telling me. Well, she is one of the few people in the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society who has gone the furthest in the Path of God, and is suspected to be the Path of the Corpse Collector. She is not only happy to share knowledge and experiences with us, but also provides help whenever she can. The items used for trading are only a little more than the cost price. For a large number of us, including me and your sister, Ms. Hela is a reliable sister. She makes us no longer so helpless, anxious and hesitant. We all trust her."
"I see."
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will communicate honestly with Ms. Hela and hope to find the real root of the problem."
At this point, he changed the subject: "Does your Major Arcana know about the existence of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society?"
"I didn't tell her about it, except that I was involved in a secret group in the form of mutual aid, but she was obviously well aware of the situation in the research group."
Franka lowered her voice unconsciously: "I suspect that there are other members of the Tarot Club in the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, not just me."
Lumian had no more psychological barriers. He turned around with a smile, waved his hand, and said, "I'm going to summon Lady Hela's messenger."
"Hey, it's still early. Do you want to fight evil for two hours and then go back to the branch?"
Franka, who doesn't like to go to bed early, tried hard to find entertainment, but Lumian rejected her without hesitation.
Back in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian did not rush to summon Hela's messenger. Instead, he spread out the paper and wrote another letter to the magician.
He briefly mentioned the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society and told the demigod that when Auror was awake, she was willing to write anonymous letters and seek help from the authorities, but she did not seem to summon Hela's messenger to seek advice, which was inconsistent with her performance in the dream.
I don’t know if Aurore is subject to other restrictions or if there is a problem with Hela.
Not long after, the magician replied with just one simple line of words: From the intelligence we have so far, the seas are trustworthy.
Phew, Lumian felt relieved and began to write a letter to Ms. Hela. In the letter, he frankly pointed out Aurore's abnormality and asked her if she had missed some letters.
Lumian, who was already very skilled, slightly adjusted the altar, replaced the hydrosol and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver. He looked at the pale flames burning quietly in the eye sockets of the skull - [Arsonist].
Lumian could sense the danger lurking in the other party more than ever before, and it was not much different from the feeling he had from the magician's puppet messenger.
The silver skull bit the letter and returned to the thick darkness around it. Lumian did not rush to clean up the altar, but waited patiently. Time passed by minute by minute, and suddenly there was a letter on the wooden table in front of him. He did not notice it until the end. Of course, this was a lot of improvement compared to before.
The past few times, after the sterling silver skull had placed the letter, he had a premonition.
Lumian unfolded the letter and quickly read it under the two yellowish candles on the altar. "I haven't received any letters from Muggles since February this year. I know that one-sided statements lack credibility, but if you recall carefully, you should be able to find some details that can prove this matter. I suspect that some force has influenced the Muggles, causing them to give up asking me for help for some reason. In fact, if you wrote to me before the disaster broke out completely, I should be able to arrive earlier than the official Beyonders, and there is a certain possibility that I can save the Muggles and prevent the disaster. Many times, writing letters to communicate cannot inspire us, and it is difficult to have a more extensive and in-depth discussion. I will be in Trier soon. If you are willing, we can arrange a time and place to meet and talk in detail about your sister's experience and the disaster in Cordu Village. At that time, I may be able to provide you with useful advice."
Lumian pondered for a few seconds and remembered a detail in his dream. Auror tried to summon Hela's messenger, but ultimately did not do so for fear of triggering the loop and causing Cordu Village to restart frequently. This should symbolize that she has given up summoning Hela's messenger in the present, or has tried but failed for some reason.
After figuring this out, Lumian responded to Hela's proposal: "No problem, when you arrive in Trier, we can agree on a time and place."
After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and cleaning up the altar, Lumian saw that it was getting late, so he quickly washed up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
The next morning at six o'clock, he woke up naturally and heard the church bells ringing.
Lumian first went to the bathroom, and then as usual, he did a morning run along familiar areas such as the busy streets and market avenues to wake up his body thoroughly. During this process, he also found an empty place in the square outside St. Robert's Church and practiced martial arts for nearly an hour.
As he ate his meat pie and drank his sour wine, Lumian passed by the Suchit steam train station, where new vendors were selling photos of street-style preppy beauties.
With a quick glance, Lumian saw Lord Brinell, the Savoy leader who wore a diamond ring and smoked a mahogany pipe, and was still dressed like a gentleman.
Wearing a half-high silk top hat and without any thugs, he was leading a child of seven or eight years old out of the steam train station, crossing the square, and walking towards the carriage parked on the side of the road. The child was wearing a caramel-colored coat with brass buttons, a black and white plaid shirt and a linen jacket underneath, black strapless leather shoes and white socks on his feet, and a dark red hard schoolbag that looked quite heavy on his back.
He has blond hair and brown eyes, a strong body, obvious baby fat on his face, and a simple and honest temperament.
"Baron Brinell's child usually lives in the provinces and comes to Trier for the summer vacation. No wonder he doesn't feel too close to her."
Lumian muttered something, looked away, and continued his walk.
At 11 Fountain Street, in the gray-white three-story villa belonging to Gardner Martin, they arrived in the Breeze Ballroom's exclusive carriage.
Lumian walked through a hall filled with all kinds of weapons and armor, and arrived at a room filled with bookshelves. Gardner Martin, who had a friendly temperament, deep facial features, and brown eyes, was sitting in a chair at the back of the study. In front of him stood the short mouse Christo, who had gray-black hair, dark blue eyes, and a mustache, and the giant Simon, who was over 1.9 meters tall, with light yellow hair close to his head and an unusually tight black suit.
Noticing Lumian walking into the study, the giant Simon and the mouse Christo both half turned around and looked at their colleague.
The giant Simon's eyes were filled with vigilance and dissatisfaction, and he raised his head a little unconsciously. He felt that Charles, who was able to kill Hammer Et, should not be underestimated, but he also believed that he was definitely stronger than that idiot and would not necessarily lose to Charles.
The mouse, Crystal, himself showed no obvious emotions, but the right pocket of his dark brown jacket suddenly moved, as if it contained a living thing.
Christo put his right hand in his pocket, and his expression suddenly changed. When he looked at Lumian, there was a little more fear in his eyes, and a calculated smile appeared on his face unconsciously. Lumian was a little uncomfortable with this.
After a little thought, he suspected that it was the mouse Christo who, with the help of the thing in his pocket, figured out that he had been promoted to Sequence 7 and became an arsonist. In comparison, the giant Simon's intuition was obviously not strong, and he lacked a keen sense of perception of the subtle changes in his colleagues.
"Good morning, boss." Lumian was very energetic and took the initiative to greet Gardner Martin. He told the Savoy Party boss that he had taken the potion and became an arsonist a few days ago.
Gardner Martin nodded slightly, his eyes moving from Lumian's face to the tasks of the mouse Christo and the giant Simon.
After nearly ten seconds, he spoke in a low voice, "I have a task for you. At 12 noon, go to a place in underground Trier, pick up something, and bring it to Fountain Street."
Mission? Lumian's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he smelled the scent of a trap.
As an extraordinary person who has just joined the Savoy Party not long ago, he should still have a long way to go in terms of trust between him and Gardner Martin. Why would they arrange for him to join when it is so crucial that it must be kept secret
As his thoughts raced, Lumian had two guesses: cannon fodder, or a test