A first attempt at summoning

With his Lingering Obsession consumed by Mrs. Alice's obsession, Lumian found it increasingly difficult to breathe and his body was in more and more Pain. He felt as if he had encountered the Montsouris Ghosts again and was in Near-Death state.

This is a real death experience.

Fearing that this would trigger Loss of Control, Lumian did not insist further and directly commanded Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit to leave her body.

Catching his breath and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he reverted to his somewhat Pride rookie Lawyer.

Accompanied by Police, he returned to the Conversation Room.

Charlie jumped to his feet, leaned forward, and braced himself on the table, his face filled with tension and anticipation.

He didn't need to say a word; Lumian could almost hear him asking, "What was the result?"

Lumian nodded and made a Soothing gesture.

He meant that the autopsy results were roughly as expected.

Charlie's tension vanished instantly. He seemed to have used up all his strength just now, and he sat down weakly, leaning against the back of the chair.

In front of the two police officers at the door, Lumian solemnly said, "You don't need to worry about anything else, I'll handle it."

"You only need to do one thing, which is to tell the gentlemen here everything in detail during the next Interrogation, even if it is absurd and unbelievable."

"Of course, that's enough until you're arrested; you don't need to reveal the content of our conversation."

The conversation between the Lawyer and the client may involve debate strategies and courtroom techniques, which others have no right to know. Therefore, the two police officers at the door were not at all puzzled by Lumian's last sentence. After all, Charlie Collent was a poor young man, and it was his first time encountering a serious criminal case that required Lawyer. He might not know the relevant rules and needed to be given special instructions.

Charlie, however, understood what Lumian was really trying to say:

Don't tell the Police that I was the one who discovered the problem with that portrait!

"Okay." Compared to when he was first arrested and taken to the police station, Charlie was no longer as angry, fearful, or flustered, but he was still not as talkative as usual.

After leaving the Market District Police Headquarters, Lumian circled around twice, found an alley blocked by Barricades, changed her clothes, took off her glasses, and altered her Makeup style.

"Now we have enough money to prepare a Safe House and a place to change disguises, just like in Aurora's novel." Lumian recalled what her Older Sister had written, filling in any gaps in the current plan.

At the same time, he really planned to buy a copy of "The Aesthetics of Men".

He couldn't learn Makeup on his own; he mainly relied on his hairstyle, glasses, and clothing for disguise.

On the way back to the "Golden Rooster Inn," Lumian pondered how to help Charlie out of his predicament:

"What exactly is Suzanne Matisse, or rather, what is this strange creature she transformed into, and why did she kill Mrs. Alice?"

Why did she help Charlie before, and then do that kind of thing with him in her dream?

"Should I write a letter to ' The Magician 'Lady and ask what kind of creature this is, and what's so special about it? Only by truly understanding Suzanne Matisse can I figure out a way to deal with her; otherwise, she's clearly stronger than me..."

Lumian suddenly felt a little awkward about writing to the "Magician" Lady.

Judging from the speed and content of her previous reply, he, a former homeless man, vaguely sensed the unspoken attitude of the "Magician" Lady:

Don't bother me with things that aren't really important!

If Lumian himself had encountered problems related to Suzanne Matisse, then writing a letter to ask would certainly be fine, but this matter has nothing to do with him personally; it only affects his neighbors.

That One mysterious, powerful, and trouble-averse Lady most likely won't reply.

This could also affect her attitude towards Lumian.

"Instead of asking the ' Magician ' Lady, why not ask at the Occult Gathering Mr. K convened? If the attendees are all Beyonder at the level of Aosta Roul, they might not know the answer..." Lumian thought to himself as he went up the stairs and into his room.

He glanced at the suitcase containing Aurora's Witchcraft Notes and suddenly realized:

Why should I investigate Suzanne Mattis's intelligence and take care of her myself?

My only goal is to rescue Charlie!

"Even if I could find Suzanne Matisse's weakness and defeat her, could I force this monster to turn herself in to the Police Station?"

"If she really dares to go, the Police wouldn't dare to take her in. Given her behavior, wouldn't she just throw a wild party on the spot?"

Lumian quickly distinguished between ends and means.

To clear Charlie's name and get him out of Police Headquarters, there's absolutely no need for all that trouble!

Just let the people of the Eighth Bureau, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery know that Charlie's case involves supernatural factors, and get them involved in the investigation!

"If I, a low-level Beyonder with no intelligence network and no Mysticism abilities, can find out that Suzanne Matisse is problematic and that Mrs. Alice died from an unseen force, there's no reason why the official investigators can't. In that case, they will not only confirm Charlie's innocence, but also help him get rid of Suzanne Matisse's entanglement, and even completely eliminate this strange creature." Lumian, combining the behavior of the Madman upstairs who sought protection at the Church after encountering the Montsouris Ghosts, made a complete prediction of the subsequent developments.

He made Charlie recount the whole story from beginning to end at the Market District Police Headquarters, actually hoping to attract the attention of the Official Beyonder.

But he felt he had to do something; he couldn't place all his hopes on those ordinary Police.

What if they think Charlie is making up a story to mock their intelligence, and they use violence to force Charlie to confess on the spot?

Lumian's gaze swept over the crumpled newspaper on the Wooden Table, and he remembered how he or his Older Sister had cut out Vocabulary from the Little Blue Book and pieced them together to write a letter seeking help from the authorities.

"Write down what happened to Charlie in a letter and 'deliver' it to the nearby Church?" Lumian nodded and decided to do just that.

The Request for Help, coupled with Charlie's confession, should be enough to attract the attention of the Official Beyonder.

Just as Lumian was about to search for the right Vocabulary in the "Novel Weekly," he suddenly frowned:

"Won't the same method of asking for help make the authorities think of what happened in Cordou Village, and what my relationship is with Charlie, since I'm a wanted criminal?"

He didn't know if Ryan and his team's findings had been fully communicated to Official Beyonder across the country, but he didn't want to take that risk.

"Imitation Aurora's handwriting?"

"Unlike the unquestionable Lawyer's signature, according to Ryan and his team, that letter will most likely be sent for various examinations, including Divination..."

"Disguise myself and hire someone to write it for me?" Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Lumian suddenly had a brilliant idea, "I can summon a Spirit World Creature to write it for me!"

"Even if the authorities discover the problem, they won't be able to get that Spirit World Creature to identify me without knowing my summoning Incantation!"

Lumian thought about it more and more and felt that this was a good idea. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and began to design a summoning Incantation.

The first line is undoubtedly "a spirit wandering in nothingness".

After a moment's hesitation, Lumian wrote the second line:

"A friendly creature that can be driven."

The summoned Spirit World Creature must be able to be commanded by Lumian in order to write letters for him; friendliness is a necessary protection for the summoner.

As for the third sentence, Lumian's requirements were not high; he only needed it to include the two elements of "weak" and "able to write Intisian".

After several tens of seconds of mental processing, the third description appeared on the paper:

"A weakling proficient in Intisian."

Whew... After finishing writing, Lumian let out a sigh of relief.

He then consulted Aurora's Witchcraft Notes, translating the few Vocabulary he hadn't yet mastered into Hermetic.

Immediately afterwards, he set up the Altar and began the invocation.

He quickly completed the Ritual and saw the candlelight turn a dark green, swelling to the size of a human head.

A blurry, transparent figure emerged, its head resembling a cow's, the rest of its body like a dog's.

"Write a letter for me," Lumian said in Hermetic, looking at the Spirit World Creature.

The "Bulldog" remained silent and did not respond.

"I command you to write me a letter," Lumian emphasized, still using Hermetic.

The "bulldog" stared blankly, as if it hadn't understood.

Lumian tried several more times, but the bulldog still didn't react.

Reluctantly, in order to conserve spiritual energy, he ended the summoning prematurely.

He began to think about where the problem lay:

"That guy is impossible to communicate with..."

Being able to be driven doesn't mean being able to communicate...

With that in mind, Lumian changed the second summoning Incantation to "Friendly creatures that can be communicated with."

Being able to communicate means being able to make a request!

This time, a giant "snail" crawled out of the eerie green Flames.

"Hello," Lumian tried to greet him in Intis language.

The "snail" emitted a phantom sound:

Hello, is there anything I can help you with?

It also uses Intis language.

"Could you help me write a letter?" Lumian was overjoyed.

The snail said in a troubled tone, "But I don't have hands."

"..." Lumian had no choice but to end the summoning.

After much thought, he changed "the weak who are proficient in Intisian" to "the weak who can write Intisian".

"Being able to write" encompasses both knowledge requirements and necessary hardware requirements.

Not long after, Lumian completed his third summoning.

He saw a transparent creature that resembled Rabbit.

"Can you help me write a letter?" Lumian asked with great anticipation.

The "Rabbit" nodded, picked up a pen from the table, and wrote an Intis language Vocabulary on a piece of paper:

"Letter."

"..." Lumian's lips twitched slightly.

This guy doesn't seem to be very bright.

Lumian's mind raced. He grabbed a Paper and Pen and quickly wrote Request for Help Request for Help, including key points such as the portrait of Suzanne Matisse, a spring dream, Mrs. Alice's death, and Charlie's arrest.

Then he said to the "Rabbit," "Copy it!"

"Rabbit" took the Fountain Pen and began to carefully copy it down.

It finished its work quickly.

Lumian took it and glanced at it, nodding in satisfaction.

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

That mentally challenged man not only copied the entire letter, but also replicated the handwriting.

In other words, it uses Lumian's handwriting!

Lumian took a breath, exhaled slowly, and pointed to the copy of "Novel Weekly," saying, "Copy it using that font."

The "Rabbit" nodded slowly and diligently rewrote the text.

A few minutes Past, Lumian received a Request for Help.