"Penitent"

Franca tried five times, summoning five different Spirit World Creature each time, and succeeded in summoning them all, but none of Spirit World Creature were willing to sign Contract with her and become her Messenger.

This dealt her a "huge" blow, leaving her somewhat bewildered, and she made no attempt to hide her disappointment and frustration with the book.

However, she was still Rationality enough not to insist on trying to summon the remaining twenty-four kinds of Spirit World Creature.

The current situation speaks volumes:

It's likely to succeed; you'll succeed within the first two or three tries!

Jenna glanced at the dejected Franca:

"Try again when your Sequence is higher."

"When the Sequence is higher, I might be able to use Mirror and Mirror World to send messages, then what need is there for Messenger?" Franca muttered. "Why aren't there any Spirit World Creature who would be seduced by the Charm of a ' Witch ' and willingly become Messenger?"

Lumian chuckled, "I saw something similar in that previous document on Spirit World Creature. Want to give it a try?"

Franca was only verbally defiant, but she was actually quite clear-headed. Upon hearing this, she grumbled, "Forget it, forget it. These kinds of Spirit World Creature are definitely dangerous. All they can think about is dragging the ' Witch ' into the Spirit World. Even delivering a message will turn my friend into an enemy."

Seeing that she had calmed down, Anthony Reid, who was also a novice in Ritual Magic, began his own attempt.

He tried five times, failing to summon twice and failing to sign the Contract three times.

"It seems I won't be able to have Messenger for the time being either." Anthony smiled bitterly.

This calmed Franca down considerably.

She wasn't the only one who failed.

"Which one do you want to summon?" she asked Lumian curiously.

"The coolest one." Lumian nonchalantly re-sanctified the Ritual Silver Dagger, creating the "Spirit Wall" once more.

Gazing at the Burning candlelight, he took two steps back, alternating between Ancient Hermetic and Hermetic, and said, "I!"

I summon in my name:

"A creature that roams the Upper Realm, Penitent awakened from the Flames of Pain, a kind person Corruption by darkness."

This summoning Incantation is the most unique one in the materials provided by the "Magician" Lady. First, it is not "spirits roaming the Upper Realm" but "creatures roaming the Upper Realm", which means that the target is not limited to spirits. Second, the following two descriptions combine encounters and characteristics.

Lumian thought its temperament and style were quite good, and planned to try it first. After all, all he needed was a messenger creature that could travel through the Spirit World; he didn't care about anything else. So why not choose the coolest one?

As the Incantation was recited, the candle flame suddenly expanded, turning a deep green, almost black, color.

The flames grew larger and larger, and a figure emerged.

The figure in the picture book was a tall "human" dressed in clothing similar to the Robe of the Clergy of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church, but in a darker color.

His exposed face, neck, and arms seemed to have been burned by Flames for a long time, leaving only bones and a thin layer of charred flesh clinging to them. His Eye Sockets were completely Cavern, dark and gloomy, with dark Flames serving as his eyes. Strange, viscous Black Flame remained on many parts of his body, Burning silently and keeping Ling in constant Pain.

Lumian looked at the "Penitent" and asked in Ancient Hermetic, "Would you be my Messenger?"

"The Penitent" refers to the Old Feysac, the Source of the languages of the Northern Continent:

"If you're not worried about being implicated by me and slowly sliding into the Depths of Darkness, then I can help you deliver the message."

No reward requested, but with hidden dangers? Since the "Magician" Lady provided the "Penitent's " information, it means it's something I can handle... Lumian, who had too many Mysticism "debts" to bother with, smiled and said, "That depends on whether you and that darkness can win the tug-of-war."

"No problem, I was mentally prepared for this before I summoned you."

This time, he switched to communicating with the other party in Old Feysac, since it was quite troublesome to speak such a long string of words in Ancient Hermetic capable of manipulating the forces of nature.

He quickly drafted the Contract and wrote down the four Mysticism descriptions representing the Underworld and its witnesses.

Under the illumination of the Ancient Hermetic Vocabulary Burning the ghastly green Flames, Lumian fixed the summoning Incantation in the form of a clause:

"A creature that roams the Upper Realm, Penitent awakened from the Flames Pain, Messenger belonging solely to Lumian Lee."

Unlike Jenna and the "Knight of Swords," Lumian didn't use a code name. After all, those who knew him Messenger might not need to know that he was a member of the "Tarot Club's" Minor Arcana —a self-disciplined practice of a seasoned undercover agent. It didn't matter if people knew the name Lumian Lee and his background.

After writing his name down, he saw the brownish-yellow Sheepskin fly to That One "Penitent" dressed in a black Robe.

The "Penitent" signed his name:

Bainfel.

The ghastly green Flames instantly merged into one, turning the Contract to ashes, which then merged into the Spirit World.

"What exactly are you confessing?" Lumian asked his Messenger, "The Penitent" Bainfel, with curiosity.

Bainfel did not answer, silently watching a viscous, watery Black Flame fall from his body and burrow into the soil.

Lumian asked several more questions, but the other party remained silent throughout.

"Very good, all barbers should learn from you." Lumian chuckled, ending the summons.

After he removed the "Spirit Wall," Franca looked at him with a mournful expression:

"You succeeded on the first try?"

"Successfully on the first try." Lumian showed no joy, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Why, why are Anthony and I not welcomed by the Spirit World Creature? Why?" Franca sighed, unable to let go of the question.

It has to be said that the Charm of the "Pleasure Witch" is quite great. Seeing Franca like this, even the "Ascetic" Lumian wanted to walk up to her, raise his right hand, and flick her forehead.

They make you want to bully them!

He thought for a moment and said, "I think I understand why. Becoming Minor Arcana in the ' Tarot Club ' only increases our success rate in summoning special Spirit World Creature. Even someone like Anthony, a ' Psychiatrist,' succeeded several times on his first Ritual Magic, didn't he?"

"But to gain the favor, recognition, or obedience of special Spirit World Creature, one must either have a high rank, possess a special Pathway, or have something substantial related to Mr. The Fool, such as Jenna's Lucky Gold Coin or the power of Mr. The Fool within me."

At this point, Lumian suddenly had a connection:

If that's the reason, then do the "Knight of Swords," who also possess Messenger, have something similar?

"So that's how it is!" Franca shook off her dejection and regained her confidence.

It's not that there's anything wrong with her, she's just missing a few "props"!

She then looked at Jenna, hesitating whether to borrow the Lucky Gold Coin to complete the Messenger Contract.

Ultimately, Franca abandoned the idea because there is a significant difference in Mysticism between "belonging to oneself" and "borrowed," and if Jenna were to give it away directly, she feared that she would lack the necessary opportunity and be unable to bear the loss if it were to be given back later.

Whew... Franca breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to ask Lumian when he planned to leave Trier and how he would leave, but she found her companion inexplicably silent, with a hint of sadness in his expression.

"What's wrong?" Franca asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Lumian shook his head.

He suddenly remembered that Aurora had once longed to have a Messenger.

Anthony glanced at him but didn't say anything more. Jenna then brought up the request of the "Purifier" Deacon Angoulême, asking Lumian if he wanted to sell the "Pride Armor" to the authorities.

Lumian paused for two seconds, then chuckled softly, "Let's talk about it later."

Although the "Pride Armor" is dangerous, it is also extremely powerful, capable of threatening all Beyonder have not yet opened the Half-God's Door. If wearing it is necessary to have a chance to kill Loki and other Core Member the "April Fool's Day" faction, Lumian would wear it without hesitation and be willing to bear all the consequences for it.

Lumian will not abandon the Sealed Artifact just because of danger, until he has wiped out all those bastards, or until his strength has reached a point where he no longer needs the "Pride Armor".

"Alright," Franca asked, "Are you leaving Trier tomorrow? By boat, by Steam train, or by getting the coordinates of the Spirit World from the ' Magician ' Lady and Teleportation Past directly?"

Lumian smiled:

"Anything is possible, we'll decide tomorrow."

"Let's see what Destiny has in store for us."

"Why are you learning in such a mystical way..." Franca muttered.

After bidding farewell to her three companions, Lumian put on the Silver-White "Lie" earrings, adjusted her hair color and appearance, and walked along Market Avenue into the Messy Street, arriving at the Underground Bar of the Golden Rooster Inn.

The place seemed unaffected by last night's Calamity; the regulars who frequented the place were still sitting in their familiar spots, some singing loudly, some dancing around the small round tables, and some playing gambling games with alcohol as prizes.

Charlie, now dressed in a black overcoat, stood at one of the small round tables, waving a bottle of beer as he said excitedly, "You may not know, but Charles Dubois and I are friends, not just the kind of friends who've had a few drinks together, but friends who've been through life and death together!"

"Look, look! His bounty has been updated to 60,000 Felkine! What a huge sum!"

"You're quite proud of me, aren't you..." Lumian scoffed, sat down at the bar, and ordered a glass of Absinthe.

He listened to the noise and felt the liveliness, quietly savoring the bitter liquor.

The Boss, Pavar Nissen, who was wiping glasses, saw a new face and asked with a smile, "Just arrived in the Market District?"

"Yes," Lumian replied in a low voice.

"You seem to have a story to tell," Pavar Nissen said gently.

Lumian sighed, took a sip of his dreamy "Green Fairy" liquor, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm a loser..."