A hint

Although he didn't completely believe in Termiboros, Lumian was still somewhat curious about the so-called Destiny encounters.

Termiboros used the word "encounter" last time to refer to the Earthblood Ore, but this time it can't be the little boy Ludwig, can it?

This guy is problematic, not normal enough. But after talking with him for a while, Lumian only confirmed his origins, his intelligence, and his apparent belief in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom." He didn't gain anything in any real sense, nor could he see any potential Future development. Unlike the Earthblood Ore, he knew for sure that as long as he took it Underground and found the right area, he would have a chance to encounter certain things.

The Termiboros echoed once more within Lumian:

You'll find out in time.

"Can't you people just explain yourselves clearly?" Lumian felt his blood rushing to his head.

"I am not human," Termiboros answered Lumian's "question" in the simplest of words, "I am Mythical Creature."

"..." Lumian was almost speechless, forcing a sneer, "I even doubt whether you, sealed away, can truly glimpse Destiny and foresee the Future. Every time you give a very vague answer with multiple interpretations, what's the difference between you and those amateurs in the Fortune-Telling Club? If you're so capable, tell me clearly where my next chance to Acting this role is!"

Termiboros replied in a deep voice, "11 p. m. tonight, Lister Docks, Warehouse No. 3."

Huh? Lumian didn't expect Termiboros to actually give a hint.

This startled him, and a flood of questions immediately arose in his mind:

Are Angel of Fate really that kind?

"As High Sequence ' Mendicant Friar,' He shouldn't be so easily Provocation and subjected to interpreting Destiny..."

"Is there a Concealment purpose?"

"In any case, let's consult with Lady. ' Magician ' first."

Lumian made a quick decision, stood up, left the Breeze Ballroom, and walked towards White Coat Street.

With just one more relatively simple act of "arson" on a material level, he could begin to digest the Potion and start considering obtaining the "Gift from the Contracted One." He was inevitably a little impatient, but no matter how impatient he was, he could not let his guard down against Termiboros.

White Coat Street, Safe House.

Lumian wrote down in detail the story of the little boy Lu and the book Devich, as well as Termiboros's hints, on a piece of paper. Then he set up Ritual and summoned That One Doll -like Messenger.

While waiting for the "Magician" Lady's reply, he flipped through the pile of information on Spirit World Creature and found that just reading the descriptions of certain knowledge once had greatly depleted his spiritual energy. Some of them even brought dizziness, nausea, irritability, headaches, burning sensations, and certain hallucinations.

This is somewhat similar to what Aurora's Witchcraft Notes say, "Detailed accounts of the knowledge of Deity and certain high-ranking beings are inherently highly Corruption and extremely dangerous." If pursuing human knowledge is all like this, it's truly terrifying. After listening, one might no longer be oneself, or even die on the spot. Lumian had to read for a while, then rest for a while, to avoid his mental state slipping to the brink of danger.

After observing thirty or forty different Spirit World Creature, he spotted a familiar face:

"' Knowledge Rabbit ':"

"The weak Spirit World Creature are friendly to humans, have a natural thirst for knowledge, and rarely refuse to be summoned."

Different "Knowledge Rabbit" will have certain differences due to the different knowledge they are exposed to. What they have in common is that they are proficient in multiple languages, can speak and write, have good reading ability, can extract key points from a large amount of knowledge, and have an extremely fast copying speed, which surpasses that of Mechanical Typewriter.

"Problem: Poor communication skills, rigid thinking, and some ' Knowledge Rabbit ' have become quite dangerous due to exposure to abnormal knowledge and Corruption. To summon them, one must be friendly and weak."

Its full name is "Knowledge Rabbit," so summoning this creature again in the future will have a clearer purpose... However, its abilities and traits are useless. If I get into university as Aurora predicted, "proficiency in multiple languages" and "good reading ability" would be good... The fact that it doesn't describe its speed in traversing the Spirit World means it has no value in that area; it's slow and consumes a lot of spiritual energy... Lumian put down the documents, rubbed his temples, and began his third rest.

At this moment, the "Doll" Messenger finally delivered the "Magician" Lady's reply:

"I'm also very curious about what kind of opportunities that boy named Ludwig will bring. I'm not sure what his purpose is in coming to Trier. This remains to be seen, and it may be very important."

"What you need to do is be wary of him; his very existence is somewhat interesting."

"Go ahead, I've seen that Acting too."

Can't you people just explain yourselves clearly...? Lumian's lips twitched slightly after reading the brief reply.

However, he could sense that the "Magician" Lady's first words were not a response to him, but rather a condensed reflection of her own thought process.

In other words, even the "Magician" Lady with Astrology abilities couldn't see Ludwig's Destiny clearly, and could only have some doubts.

Her inability to "see her Destiny" speaks volumes.

Late Night p. m., outside Warehouse No. 3 at Lister Docks.

Lumian hid in the shadows, waiting for his supposed opportunity to Acting the role.

Before long, two Daoist approached the warehouse, stopping only five or six meters away from Lumian.

One of them, speaking in a low, anxious voice, said, "Hector, the Accounting Firm are coming to audit the books tomorrow. What are we going to do?"

"Should we hire a thief to steal all the ledgers?"

"What's the use? They'll see we have a problem as soon as they enter the warehouse. Less than a tenth of what should be left." Hector's tone grew increasingly fierce. "If you're going to do it, why not do it thoroughly and burn the whole warehouse down? That way, who will know if there's a problem with the accounts?"

I see... Lumian, who was listening intently, probably understood where the opportunity to Acting lay.

Seeing his companion hesitate, Hector said again, "Trier is prone to fires, everyone is used to it, and we don't need to start fires ourselves. The Market District is full of Gang Villain. We can give them some money and get them to leave Trier."

"Honoré, we can't delay any longer; you need to make a decision now."

Honoré was silent for a moment, then said fiercely, "Fine! Let's go find Guy now and bring him along!"

The two quickly circled the warehouse, checking the situation, and then headed towards the Dock to find That One colleague named Guy.

After walking a few dozen meters, they suddenly felt the sky brighten and turn redder, and they could hear crackling sounds of Burning.

Honoré and Hector instinctively turned around and looked behind them, only to see that the area they had just been in was now engulfed in Flame, the crimson flames leaping and engulfing the buildings.

"Fire! Fire!" Hector muttered to himself, then his face lit up with joy. "A fire! A real fire! Praise the Sun! A real fire!"

Honoré reacted similarly, raising his right hand and drawing Triangular Holy Emblem on his chest while muttering incantations.

After a brief moment of euphoria, Honoré sensed something was amiss.

His voice trembled as he said, "It's not the warehouse that's on fire, it's our office!"

Their office was a few meters from the warehouse, in a simple, two-story gray building.

There was an open area between the building and the warehouse, with no combustible materials.

"..." Hector's face showed fear, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Let's set the warehouse on fire right now!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an explosion occurred where the crimson Flames Burning.

The explosion wasn't particularly powerful, but the booming sound still carried, attracting the Sailor Dock firefighters.

The cries of "Fire! Fire!" immediately rose and fell, and people began to rush in this direction—as the city with the highest number of fires in the Northern Continent, Trier's firefighters had very mature procedures for handling such incidents.

Future close to Warehouse No. 3, Hector and Honoré collapsed to the side of the road, utterly exhausted.

The entrance area to the Dock.

Albus hair seemed to be tinged with red, withdrew his gaze from the Flames Burning turned to the middle-aged man standing beside him:

"Mr. Guy, your colleagues are even more anxious than you are."

The man named Guy was Pale White and shook his head blankly.

"It wasn't the warehouse that burned down..."

Albus paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I already warned you, hesitation will only lead to unforeseen consequences."

"Now you can start thinking about how to escape. I hope you won't hesitate any longer."

Lumian stood beside the simple two-story house, tilting his head slightly upwards to look at the exaggerated Flames that had devoured wood and other flammable materials, transforming into a phantom dragon. His face was reflected in a bright red light, and his eyes were filled with leaping light.

With a smile on his face, he walked step by step towards the fire.

The two men set the fire to burn down the warehouse and destroy evidence, while Lumian set the fire to create a commotion, attract attention, and let the investigators discover the anomalies inside the warehouse!

This is what a responsible citizen should do.

A layer of Flames immediately rose from Lumian's body, obediently clinging to his clothing, almost igniting.

Wearing this Flame Cloak, Lumian entered the crackling, Burning fire.

Fire Fusion with fire, smoke was repelled, and he easily passed through the building, leaving the Dock in the opposite direction.

After this arson incident, Lumian gained a basic grasp of the Potion's power and was able to control it effectively, no longer experiencing the burning sensation on her skin or the abnormal emotions of inner anxiety.

Although he is still far from truly digesting the Potion, at least he has adapted to his current state and can withstand further Gift of Fate.

After several counter-surveillance maneuvers, Lumian returned to the Safe House on White Coat Street.

He was very pleased to have managed to partially digest the "Pyromaniac's " Potion before tracking down the Parish Priest, and he kept smiling. However, when he saw the heavy documents, numbering over a thousand pages, in the Tinplate cabinet, his expression gradually crumbled.

It would take at least one or two months to read them all!

How can we find a suitable Contract Creature in such a short time?