Summoning

Lumian nodded, then asked, "You said you have a lot of inspiration?"

Aosta was momentarily dazed, and gradually revealed a look of lingering fear and terror.

He paused for a moment before saying, "This should be a characteristic of the ' Secret Supplicant.' I can sense the unknown creatures Concealment in the Depths of Darkness, and I can also sense that the real world is surrounded by a thick veil, behind which are pairs of emotionless eyes looking at us..."

At this point, Aosta began to pant heavily.

Lumian didn't urge him, waiting for the imposter Warlock to calm down on his own.

After nearly a minute, Aosta let out a long sigh and said, "It's alright in the Market District and the Observatory District, but in the Underground Trier, I often feel that at the end of certain roads, in places I can't see, some kind of creature is calling me, urging me to Past."

"I don't know what I'll become if I really step into that darkness."

A very good Mysticism sensor... Lumian mocked his "Hunter's" Spirit Vision on the one hand, and on the other hand, he felt that the "Secret Supplicant" was not as useless as Aosta said.

Aosta continued, "Sometimes, when I see those visitors carrying white Candle into the Catacombs, I have almost delusional thoughts that it's a Ritual, a strange connection with some Hidden Being, to help the visitors avoid being swallowed by the darkness, or taken away by the Seer."

Lumian was quite surprised to hear this, and couldn't help but think to himself:

"From Mysticism perspective, ' Secret Supplicant ' are very powerful... they're just not good at fighting..."

According to Aosta's description, he suspects that the requirement to carry a lit White Candles to enter the Catacombs was indeed a Ritual designed to help visitors avoid the various dangers Concealment there.

The Catacombs Administrator should have been well aware of this, but in order to make money, they not only said nothing, but also encouraged their superiors to include visits to the Catacombs as a tourist attraction.

Thinking of this, Lumian remembered something his Older Sister Aurora often lamented:

"The alienation of people by money."

I wonder, at lower levels, which is more likely to alienate people: Potion, Gift, or money... Lumian muttered silently, with a hint of irony.

He then asked about Aosta:

"Did you sense any hidden danger lurking in the shadows somewhere in the Market District?"

Aosta's expression shifted several times, and he said in a low voice, "I dare not go near that burned-down house in Honest Man's Market."

On the edge of Honest Man's Market, near White Coat Street, there is a house that was burned black in a fire and is now uninhabited. The local Member of Parliament has been calling for its demolition and its conversion into a commercial building, but for some reason, the relevant proposal has never been taken seriously by the City Hall. As a result, more than a decade Past, the six-story building, which looks like a scar on the city, still stands in the same place.

I didn't feel anything when I passed by this morning... Lumian turned sideways and walked towards the door:

I will visit you again; I hope you won't disappoint me.

With his shoulder wound bandaged, Aosta smiled ingratiatingly and said, "No matter what, I will give you an answer."

After leaving Aosta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, his figure flashing as he crouched in the shadows of the stairs leading to the rooftop, silently watching the tightly closed Wooden Door.

After nearly half an hour, and confirming that the other party had not made any unusual moves, he took the "The Little Trierian" and slowly walked down the stairs.

At that moment, he finally heard his stomach rumbling.

Looking ahead at the Barricades made of stones, logs, mud slabs, and other debris, but with a road cleared in the middle, Lumian found a nearby Bread and bought half a kilogram of Bread for 3 Rick.

He also tried Trier's signature fruit Soda.

The liquid bubbled continuously, and the red currant syrup dispersed like clouds after being incorporated, worth 13 Kopek.

If you return the Soda, you will receive a 3- Kopek refund.

Messy Street, "Golden Rooster Inn".

Before Lumian even entered the Bar located in the Basement, he could hear the noisy, boisterous sounds.

Just past nine o'clock at night, nearly twenty people were crammed into the small space. They were either sitting at the bar or drinking around a few small round tables, but all their eyes were on the Bartender.

Bartender with a ponytail and an artistic air was explaining the Machine on the bar to a Men customer he didn't recognize.

"This is called Fool's Instrument; it can test your intelligence level."

"Want to give it a try?"

That One Men customer in the dark jacket asked with considerable interest:

How do I try it?

The Bartender, with a serious expression, pointed to the exposed rubber tube. "Blow air in here until bubbles come out of the glass jar on top."

"Whether you can blow bubbles, and how big you can blow them, will affect the final test results."

Without hesitation, That One Men customer picked up the rubber hose and began blowing air into it.

When pale green bubbles appeared in the glass jar above the Machine, everyone in the Bar stood up, clapping wildly and shouting excitedly, "Welcome, you bubbly idiot!"

The Men guest was stunned at first, then he realized why, and his face turned bright red.

He glared fiercely at the Bartender, then glanced at the nearly twenty customers, finally suppressing his anger and muttering, "This is really funny, this prank is really funny. I'll bring some friends to try it tomorrow."

Is this the power of friends? Lumian chuckled inwardly, pulled up a Bar Stool, sat down, and said to the Bartender, "A glass of Anise Absinthe, please."

The Bartender gave a friendly smile:

"This drink is on you. Your Machine is amazing. A lot of people have heard about its magic and come here specifically for a drink. My business is almost twice as good as before."

"By the way, my name is Pavar Nissen, I'm the Boss of this Bar and an amateur Painter. What's your name?"

"Charles." Lumian made no attempt to hide his smile.

He once again sensed the difference between the people of Trier and the villagers of Cordou Village.

In the Cordou Village, anyone who suffers such a prank will only think about finding an opportunity to beat them up, while the citizens of Trier, unable to retaliate for the time being, like to find new "victims" and watch them fall for the trick in order to relieve the Pain of being hurt.

"You have a good head on your sleeve, better at pranks than many Trier natives." For Pavar Nissen, Bartender and raised in Trier, this was the highest praise he could receive.

He then pushed the slender goblet containing the pale green psychedelic liquid toward Lumian.

Lumian took the Absinthe, took a small sip, and felt the faint bitterness stimulate certain nerves, making him feel alive.

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment before saying, "I have a few friends who arrived in Trier before me, but I don't know how to contact them. Is there any way to find them?"

Pavar Nissen wiped the wine glass:

"If you're really rich, place a missing person ad in the Trier Daily. If you're not so rich, try Bounty Hunter or Information Broker and see if they're willing to take the Commission. If you're broke, just go back to your room and sleep. Maybe one day, you'll run into your friends on the street."

"Any good recommendations, trustworthy Bounty Hunter or Information Broker?" Although Lumian wasn't currently worried about money and might even receive "donations" from kind-hearted people at any time, advertising in a major newspaper was simply beyond his means. That would cost at least 3,000 Felkine —newspapers with smaller circulations were cheaper, but less effective.

Moreover, Parish Priest Guillaume Béné Madame Pualis are not incapable of reading newspapers; this will surely alarm them.

Pavar nodded and said, "Anthony Reid is staying in room 5 on the third floor of the hotel. You can visit him tomorrow."

"He was originally a retired soldier, but later became Information Broker, and he had a very good reputation."

Lumian memorized the room number and name, raised his Absinthe, swirled it gently, and greeted the Bartender.

Back in Room 207, Lumian didn't allow himself to rest.

After drawing the tattered curtains, he began to dance the "Summoning Dance" in the cramped space.

He wanted to see what strange creatures he could attract to the "Golden Rooster Inn" and the Messy Street, in order to prepare for possible attacks, pursuits, or surprise attacks.

According to Aosta, apart from the burned-down building, there are no particularly dangerous places in the Market District. And that place is quite far from the Messy Street, so it's impossible for it to be affected by a "Dancer" who is only equivalent to Sequence 9. After all, this is not the Ruins Cordou Village, and there is no Fate Force that is spread everywhere.

Excluding the more dangerous ones and those that couldn't be summoned by the "Dancer" rank, Lumian believed that even if the strange creatures that appeared later were stronger than him, they would hardly be able to force themselves on him—the bluish-black symbols representing Great Ones and the Black Thorn patterns from Fate were enough to Intimidation them and prevent them from making any rash moves.

In her dance, sometimes frenzied and sometimes Distortion, Lumian's spirituality combined with the manipulated forces of nature, spreading outwards in a very subtle way.

Before long, he felt gazes fixed on him, and several figures, some transparent and some blurry, began to float around the room.

Some of them resemble humans, seemingly belonging to the lingering Lingering Obsession of the dead; others are strangely shaped, like bottles or layers of fleshy spheres, possibly originating from the corresponding Spirit World.

Lumian didn't recognize any of them and couldn't discern their individual characteristics and abilities.

Just then, a figure emerged from the tattered curtains.

It was slightly transparent, a Women with long, bluish-green hair interspersed with green leaves, wrapping around her body and covering her vital parts, while the rest of her body was exposed with fair and smooth skin, making one's heart race and one's imagination run wild at the sight of her.

The figure had emerald green Eyes, rosy lips, and a delicate yet Fascination face. Just one glance at Lumian was enough to excite him inexplicably.