When Lucien was calmly copying the sentence, a line of blood-red words suddenly jumped out on the white letter paper, like flowing blood, giving people a terrifying feeling: "Stop what you are doing! Otherwise, you will receive a A corpse!"
With a snap, Lucien, who pretended to be panicked, dropped the quill pen on the table, and stammered a little: "I just, just want to record your request, so as not to forget it."
"Your excuse is very funny, Mr. Evans, stop your stupid actions, this is your last chance, if you do such a thing again, you will receive Joel's body, of course, a The finger warning is a must!"
Lucien was in pain and blamed himself, but he didn't let these emotions affect him. Starting from deciding not to cooperate with the cultists and seeking opportunities to save people, Lucien felt that Uncle Joel, Aunt Alisa and Ivan might be hurt. One has to be psychologically prepared for harm. Rescuing someone from a kidnapper is not about treating someone to a meal, not attending a banquet, not being romantic, and without the awareness to pay the price, it will definitely not succeed.
"Okay, everything is as you wish, and I will behave myself." Lucien tore up the white paper on which the words were copied.
"He was able to see me, did he rely on the magical item letter paper, or did he have another means? The next step is to test this, but don't be too hasty, so as not to be seen as a problem."
Seeing that the letter paper had become quiet, Lucien put it away, and then lay down on the bed pretending to be in a daze. His mental power did not spread out, and he only relied on a hazy induction to judge whether there were other supernatural beings in the cabin. traces of strength.
You can't use magic to investigate at this time, and it's over if you are discovered.
Lucien is very clear that until now, he has been able to find out some things, not because he is smarter than the cultists, but because they do not know their details. will be lost.
In the whole hut, except for the envelope in the box, there is no supernatural power or induction.
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After the seemingly peaceful noon, Lucien took his much-dried money bag and walked towards Jisu District, and found the old garden villa at No. 116.
Its location is better than Lucien imagined. It is near the city wall in Jisu District. Because there is no city gate here, it is very deserted. There are only a few poorly repaired two-story villas on both sides of the road, which are spread far apart among the street trees. in the cover.
This kind of street tree called Lawa, which is similar to plane trees, is tall and strong, with dense branches and leaves, completely surrounding these two-story villas. The golden yellow leaves flutter in the wind, full of poetry, and set off the remoteness and tranquility.
Lucien, who was very satisfied with the surrounding environment, walked to the gate made of iron railings and slapped it heavily. The staff of the association responsible for housing rental in Jisu District should have arrived as agreed in the morning.
Sure enough, when he heard a knock on the door, a man in his thirties came out from the white two-story building covered with ivy. He had a neatly trimmed beard and wore a brown suit, looking very shrewd.
"Hello, Mr. Evans, I'm Brian, and I'll show you around the villa." Lucien, who had already made headlines on the front pages of "Music Review" and "Symphony Guide" and had an oil portrait, was Today, he is the most talked about person in the association, so Brian, who once went to the library to borrow books, recognized Lucien at a glance.
When he opened the iron gate and saw Lucien stretching out his right hand first, he quickly went up to him with both hands, held Lucien's right hand and shook it gently, with a very respectful attitude.
As a commoner, he was able to take charge of the rental of houses in the "Affair Department" with the most rewards and self-interest in the association. Brian relied on his own shrewdness and caution. Facing a promising musician like Lucien, how could he be stupid? Go to show an arrogant attitude, after all, there is no conflict of interest between the two sides.
Under the guidance of Brian, Lucien walked around the villa and found that the garden on the front and the lawn on the back for open-air parties were not big enough, but the interior of the villa was unexpectedly clean, tidy and beautiful. It adopts the most popular flashy, luxurious, ornate and complex "Tria Palace" decoration similar to the Baroque style in the last ten years, but it is arranged in a light and elegant style, with a wide hall, simple and slender decorations, statues, etc. Gives a refreshing sense of clarity.
But it is a pity that due to the occlusion of the city wall and the overly tall Lava tree, the lighting of the whole building is very poor, so the refreshing and bright style is shrouded in darkness, creating a strange sense of gloom, which is different from the ivy outside. Outward contrast.
"Mr. Evans, the environment of this villa is very quiet, and there will be no strong sunlight. It is a place suitable for creating music. Are you satisfied?" Braun tried hard to turn the disadvantages into advantages, because The lighting was poor, and after the musician was entrusted to the association, it could not be rented out for several months.
Lucien didn't mind the darkness, because it meant that the night would be darker, so he nodded and said, "Show me the rental contract."
Braun forcibly held back his smile, and took out a thick stack of rental contracts from the leather bag he was carrying and handed them to Lucien. He also hires the servants who clean up and keep it tidy, so the difference in price naturally belongs to him.
Lucien looked at the contract and picked up Brian's quill to sign his name, and took out a quintal from his wallet to the other party. As a highly acclaimed musician, he lived in Jisu District Renting a house does not require a deposit or three months' rent in advance.
Brian quickly wrote the receipt, put away the contract, and then asked with a flattering smile: "Mr. Evans, such a large villa needs at least one housekeeper, four servants, one cook, one gardener, and a car." A carriage and a carriage driver, I can help you find someone from your guild."
"It may take some time before I can fully move in. You bring them over next week and let me choose." Lucien thought for a while, and agreed to Brian's proposal, but postponed the time for a week, because it was a rescue mission. During the most critical time for the hostages, I can't be negligent or disturbed.
After handing over the key to Lucien, Brian left briskly, while Lucien stood in the hall that was not so dim at noon and quietly looked at the stairs to the second floor.
There are four bedrooms on the second floor, a study room, a piano room, and a large terrace; the first floor is the lobby, dining room, four servant rooms, a storage room, and a basement; the kitchen is an independent cabin , connected to the small door on the left side of the villa, and there is also a well-developed villa sewer that communicates with Aalto's well-developed sewer.
Being able to live in such a large area and such a well-decorated villa should have been full of joy to Lucien, who worked hard and wanted to enjoy life, but now Lucien looks at all this, only the irritability suppressed in his heart and anger.
After standing for a while, Lucien hurried back to his hut in Aderjan, and then deliberately brought some clothes back to the garden villa.
Putting the clothes in the master bedroom on the second floor, Lucien walked into the quietest piano room in the entire villa. Its walls are the same as the piano room in Victor's house. It is made of special stone, which can block the sound in the room. , which creates a perfect echo effect without disturbing others.
After closing the door of the piano room, there was an indescribable silence in the whole room, except for Lucien's own footsteps, no movement could be heard.
After closing the curtains, Lucien sat on the recliner in the piano room, swaying slowly in the dark, concentrating on sensing the surroundings without letting it out.
There are no stationery items crafted by divine-like spells here!
"How will he observe me?"
In this extreme silence, Lucien seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, as if the whole room was in the vague sense of his own soul.
Suddenly, a wave of supernatural power occurred.
Lucien didn't open his eyes, and heard a slight buzzing sound in his ears: "Are you using 'Alto's tiger mosquito' to observe? Is it an additional detection magic, or is it simply Transfiguration?" As if asleep, Lucien judged quietly in his heart. Although it is not clear what method the cultists used, the purpose of this temptation has been achieved: when there are stationery items, the other party will rely on it. It is not only a communication tool, but also a Monitor items, and as long as they stay away from the envelope, the other party must use other magical means to observe and track themselves.
And when there is no substantial difference in strength between the two sides, it is easy for the prepared Lucien to detect tiny fluctuations in supernatural power, because the opponent never thought that Lucien would be a magic apprentice.
Lucien didn't expose the other party's methods, because the methods he already knew and was familiar with were the easiest to deal with, so why did he let the other party change
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In the evening, maybe because Lucien fell asleep pretending to be physically and mentally exhausted in the afternoon, the letter did not mention what happened in the afternoon, but only reminded Lucien that if he moved, he must remember to bring the letter.
"Now there are still a few things that need to be tested." Lucien kept familiarizing himself with the refining process of the "Weeping Soul" potion that had been analyzed in his mind, while looking at the dark night.
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Early the next morning, after Lucien got up and had breakfast, he was about to go out when he suddenly found a white paper stuck in the gap at the bottom of the door.
Feeling tense, Lucien took out the white paper while keeping calm, and opened it slowly.
Three bloody fingers appeared in front of Lucien's eyes. Two were slender with calluses, and one was thick and fat. They were all little fingers. The white bone at the fracture slightly reflected the morning sun.
Lucien closed his eyes to hide the killing intent, anger and moistness in his eyes, then opened his eyes again, and looked at another thing in the white paper, which was a dark black ball, which seemed to be filled with smoke.
"This is your present, Mr. Evans."
There is also a line of bloody text on the white paper.