The messenger

Lumian carried Carbide Lamp up the stone steps.

Not long after, a light appeared in front and noisy voices were heard.

For those who walked out of the silence Underground, it was like the whole world suddenly came to life.

Lumian quickened his pace and used his right hand holding the suitcase to turn the valve on the surface of Carbide Lamp so that the Water Droplet in the upper cylinder would no longer drip into the pile of carbide below.

As the acetylene gas Burning was exhausted, the metal bell mouth Flames gradually went out.

At this time, the scene outside also caught Lumian's eyes:

The tall or low buildings seemed to have solidified at the moment they were about to collapse, remaining tilted or crumbling, yet still standing tenaciously.

The clothes of pedestrians on the street are either old or tattered, and people everywhere are quarreling and yelling at each other. The noise caused by this never seems to subside.

Lumian stood at the exit of Underground Area, glanced left and right, and found a five-story building named "Golden Rooster Hotel".

The top two floors of this brown Beige building seem to have been built later. They are completely different from the lower three floors, which were decorated with column walls, arches, large windows and patterns during the Roselle period. They are simple and simple, as if they were moved from Cordou Village.

Carrying the suitcase and Carbide Lamp, Lumian passed between the children squatting on the ground looking for orange peels and the adults arguing loudly, and walked to the door of "Golden Rooster Inn".

He looked up and saw that there was yellow phlegm on the floor of the hotel, shreds of paper, spilled ketchup, and stains that smelled of alcohol. From time to time, a large number of Bedbug appeared on the ceiling and walls passing by.

If it weren't for the fact that he was holding something in his hand, Lumian would definitely have applauded a few times for such a scene.

Cordou Village and Old Tavern are much cleaner than this!

He was looking for a route without any filth, and came to Receptionist slowly and slowly.

There was a fat middle-aged woman sitting there, her Gray-White color Long Dress was stained with a lot of oil, and her brown hair was simply Territory stuck to the back of her head.

She raised her head and scanned Lumian with the blue Eyes. She was not surprised at all by the disgust and resistance on his face:

"In Messy Street, in Market District, this is the best and cheapest hotel, but Boss is a disgusting Miser, and is reluctant to hire a few regular cleaners Maid, so we only find someone to clean it once a week."

"He is also stingy with your salary?" Lumian asked in a green and curious tone.

The middle-aged woman became angry:

"Do you want to rent a house or not?"

"Yes." Lumian seemed to be frightened and spoke quickly to express his attitude, "I want to know the price."

The middle-aged woman calmed down:

"It depends on what kind of room you want. The top two floors are 3 Felkine per week, and the lower two floors are 5 Felkine per week. If you still think it is expensive, you can go up and knock on the door one by one and ask who is willing to give you half of their bed, or sublet the space on the floor to you. The price is about 1 to 1.5 Felkine per week."

"Give me the rooms on the two floors below." The reason Lumian chose is that it is easier to escape than the two floors above, whether jumping out of the window or taking the stairs.

The fat woman looked Lumian over:

"If you choose to prepay the entire month's rent at once, you can only give 15 Felkine."

"Why is it so much cheaper?" Lumian deliberately showed the ignorance of rural farmers who came to a big city for the first time.

The middle-aged woman sneered and said:

"Because too many people only stayed for one or two weeks and then had to move somewhere else or leave Trier.

"This is Heaven, and this is Hell."

Lumian took out the stack of banknotes and pulled out three light blue Banknotes.

Their denominations are all 5 Felkine. On the front is Republic of Intis, the bust of the first president Lefvanks and the working farmers and herdsmen, and on the back is Hornacis Mountains.

After receiving the entire month's rent, the fat woman's expression obviously relaxed a lot. She took out two Brass-Colored Key strung together and threw them upward to Lumian:

"Room 207 is on the second floor. There is a little Restaurant on the first floor. Basement is a tavern. There is Sulfur in the drawer of the table in the room. It can help you get rid of those damn bugs. My name is Fels. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Fels." Lumian took Key, carried the suitcase and Carbide Lamp, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

On the way, he saw that many places on the wall were covered with newspapers or cheap pink paper, layer after layer, but some of the papers had come loose, revealing the cracks covered by them and a large number of Bedbug.

There are eight rooms plus two Washroom on the second floor. Each room is very narrow. On the right is Bed. The table by the window is pressed against the edge of the bed on one side and close to the wall on the other. There is a chair with legs that are almost broken in front of it.

Apart from these, there is no furniture, but there are rows of Bedbug crawling on the ceiling.

Following Aurora, Lumian, who was accustomed to being clean and tidy, put down the suitcase and Carbide Lamp, opened the drawer, took out some Sulfur, and lit them with matches.

In the strong and pungent smell, those Bedbug moved away from the room and moved to other places.

Within a few seconds, Lumian sniffed and smelled the same Sulfur smell coming from the next room.

Almost at the same time, part of Bedbug returned to his room, looking for the pure land of peace and happiness.

Lumian thought for a while and roughly understood what was going on:

He used Sulfur to smoke the Bedbugs into the adjacent room, and the tenant there tried to use Sulfur to drive the bugs back.

Lumian couldn't help but smile, bent down to open the suitcase, and took out Paper and Pen.

Amid the strong smell of Sulfur, he sat down in front of Wooden Table and began to write:

"Dear'Magician'Lady:

"I have arrived at Trier as agreed. I wonder if you can tell me what I need to do next, which organization to join, and how to contact them...

"Are those two Psychologist available recently? When can I get treatment?

"For Guillaume·Béné and Madame Pualis, I wonder if you have any new clues..."

After writing this short letter, Lumian took out an orange Candle that he got from Older Sister's room.

As he lit the candle with his spirituality, the scent of citrus and lavender filled the air.

This made Lumian instinctively close his eyes, and his expression gradually became peaceful.

After standing quietly for a minute or two, he took out Ritual Silver Dagger, consecrated it, made "Spirit Wall", and dropped essential oil on the candle.

After completing the prerequisites, Lumian placed the "Magician" card on Altar.

This is the medium to summon Messenger, which can make the vaguely pointed Incantation precise and unique.

Lumian took a step back, looked at the slightly hazy Orange-Yellow fire, and said in a deep voice Ancient Hermetic: "Me!"

Suddenly an invisible wind began to swirl in "Spirit Wall", and the light in the room dimmed a bit.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian changed to Hermetic and said, "I summon in my name:

"A spirit that wanders in illusion, a Upper Realm creature that is friendly to humans, a Messenger that belongs exclusively to 'Magician'."

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Lumian looked at the Candle intently, waiting for the Messenger of "Magician" Lady to appear.

He waited for several seconds, but there was no additional Change.

At this moment, the letter he placed on Altar, which is Wooden Table, floated up into the air.

Lumian looked up in shock and saw "Doll" sitting at the top of the carved window, as high as an adult man's forearm.

That "Doll" has Golden's long hair, light blue Eyes, Paleness's skin and delicate light gold Long Dress's facial features look like a real person, but also slightly exaggerated, quite weird.

The next second, the letter fell into the smooth and shiny hands of "Doll" with no skin texture.

"Are you Messenger of 'Magician' Lady?" Lumian asked in confirmation.

The "Doll" slowly lowered his head, and the light blue Eyes without focus or expression reflected the figure of Lumian.

It said in an ethereal and angry voice, "Next time, try a cleaner environment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this "Doll" disappeared with the letter.

Lumian was stunned for two seconds and whispered to himself, "Didn't Aurora say that you just need to keep Altar neat and clean?"

Almost at the same time, he saw a large number of Bedbug Corpse lying on the ground.

There are no more Insects in his room.

"This is easier to use than Sulfur..." Lumian touched his chin and finished Summoning Ritual.

He cleaned the room out of habit, squatted next to the suitcase, and took out toiletries from it.

Aurora The dark-colored Witchcraft Notes is lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

On the way to Trier, Lumian had roughly gone through them and found nothing that was suspicious. After all, Aurora was not a person who loved writing diaries about Recording's moods and various trivial matters. Her Witchcraft Notes was really just notes, filled with all kinds of Mysticism knowledge, transcribing many Incantation spells, symbolic patterns and material selection principles.

It may be that Aurora loves to keep accounts. Most of these spells are marked with when and where they were exchanged for how much money or what things.

This lets Lumian know that there should be multiple interest groups under "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society". Aurora most often attends the gathering of "Academy". Many spells are from She got it from the members of "Academy". In addition, she also participated in the exchanges of other groups from time to time. For example, she got some Mysticism knowledge and spells from "April Fool's Day".

Since there seems to be nothing wrong with these notes, Lumian can only continue to pursue the truth by receiving treatment from Psychologist and looking for Parish Priest and Madame Pualis.

Of course, he also knew that Older Sister would never mention the notes at the last moment without any reason. There must be some important information Concealment she wanted to convey.

Looking at the dark notebooks, Lumian decided to study the things Older Sister Recording in reverse order starting tonight.

Although for "Hunter", even if he really masters a certain spell, it is almost impossible to apply it in actual combat, but it can at least help him identify whether there are any problems or abnormalities in the corresponding Mysticism knowledge.

After simply packing my luggage, Lumian heard the growling sound of my stomach.

He stood up, looked at the window, and vaguely saw his own appearance through the glass of Twilight:

Her hair was dyed Golden, which made her a little longer, and her facial features were not much modified, but when paired with a white shirt, Black Waistcoat, a dark formal suit, and a cold and indifferent expression, she had matured by several years. Even if she met Parish Priest Guillaume·Béné, she would probably only feel that she was familiar.

Lumian patted his face to let the smile appear little by little, then opened the door and walked out.