Half-Fairy

Lumian didn't rush to summon the Messenger of the Knight of Swords from the Minor Arcana, because he was still waiting.

After demonstrating a strong desire to investigate the Sea-Praying Ritual and putting it into practice, only three groups of people have contacted him today, either openly or covertly, and the person he most hoped for and felt was the most likely to appear has yet to show up.

Perhaps Ruvio Paco wanted to wait until Late Night when no one was around? Lumian snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Lugano, saying, "Batna has just found Lover in Norfie, and he probably wants to explore all the villages, towns, pastures, and vineyards around Santa Port before the Sea-Praying Ritual. Let me know if you hear anything about him later; don't bother asking."

Lugano didn't think it was a big deal, and laughed understandingly, "Maybe he even took on some missions along the way, traveling and making money at the same time."

After the translator and Ludwig entered their room, Lumian reclined in his Armchair and, by the light of the Gas Wall Lamp, leisurely began to peruse the Highland Language textbooks.

Time ticked by, and the night grew quieter.

Finally, Lumian was certain that no one would be passing on intelligence to him tonight.

He stroked his chin, pondering the matter:

"It seems that most people are in a wait-and-see mode. Unless the Great Adventurer's investigation makes a breakthrough and he is not eliminated, that is to say, they will not easily place a bet until I demonstrate greater reliability or more value."

"The three people who contacted me today are all special in their own way. One belongs to the Church the ' Earth Mother,' so even if the bet fails, there will be no loss. Do you think the committee members of the Fishing Guild would dare to attack the Bishop's Cathedral and the Order of Abundance?"

"One is a fake ' Governor of the Sea,' who will most likely be killed during the Sea-Praying Ritual. He will seize any opportunity to save him. Moreover, he has no confidence in the ' Earth Mother ' Church or the Santa Port government, so he naturally values Great Adventurer who can hunt down the ' Devil Warlock ' more. In addition, we cannot rule out the possibility that his plea for help is a trap set by the Fishing Guild."

"The other one didn't actually show up, nor did they reveal the secrets of the Sea-Praying Ritual; they only provided a potentially useful clue..."

Through repeated deliberation, Lumian gained a deeper understanding of the mentality and choices of different forces and individuals.

Intrigue often manipulates people's hearts and depends on the situation, and Lumian is increasingly fond of pondering these two aspects.

This is both a daily Acting and a real need.

Lumian put down the Highland Language textbook in his hand and returned to his bedroom.

As he slammed the door shut, a Black Mark on his body emitted a faint glow.

"The Fictional Bottle"!

Lumian placed the entire room into the "Fictional Bottle," and the condition for entry and exit was simple—being Spirit World Creature.

A shimmering, water-like light suddenly appeared on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the bedroom, then vanished in an instant; everything seemed perfectly normal.

Lumian then wrote the letter, arranged the Ritual, sanctified the Dagger, created the "Spirit Wall," and lit the Candle that represented himself.

He immediately took two steps back and Ancient Hermetic, "Me!"

Then, he switched to Hermetic:

I summon in my name:

"A strange creature that roams the Upper Realm, Half-Fairy plucking the strings of a harp, Messenger belonging exclusively to the ' Knight of Swords '..."

The orange candle flame instantly turned a deep blue, and suddenly swelled to almost half the size of a human.

In the eerie blue light, a Blood-Colored figure emerged from the candlelight.

It resembles Females human and has corresponding organs, but like some kind of Monster that Lumian encountered in the ruins of Cordou Village, it has no skin or anything attached to it, directly exposing bloody muscles, bluish-black blood vessels, white tendons, yellowish-brown fat, and large patches of red or white fascia.

Lumian stared at the "Knight of Swords" Messenger, who stood about 1.7 meters tall, and muttered silently:

Does "the Half-Fairy" mean only the half inside?

I thought it would either be half vertically or half horizontally...

"You know how to pluck the strings, right? Where are the strings?"

In a flash, Lumian handed the folded letter to That One Messenger, politely saying in Hermetic, "Please give this to the ' Knight of Swords '."

As his strength grew, he became increasingly aware that most of the Messenger he had encountered could kill him, as long as he wasn't afraid to release Termiboros, the source of the Corruption.

Although Lumian cannot yet determine the strength of the "Knight of Swords," the Messenger of the "Half-Fairy," all his experience tells him that being polite is never a bad idea.

The "Half-Fairy's " clear black and white eyes, set in her Blood-Colored face, flickered, and she nodded gently, accepting the letter.

It said in a clear, melodious voice, like the sound of a mountain stream, "I will deliver it as soon as possible."

"It sounds so beautiful, like Wandering Poet a lyre..." Lumian was momentarily stunned before snapping back to reality.

He suddenly understood why the Messenger had the prefix "plucking the strings".

"Thank you." He gave a polite bow.

Seeing the "Half-Fairy" about to shrink back into the pale blue candlelight, Lumian didn't hide his curiosity and asked:

If you were given human skin, what would you do?

The "Half-Fairy" stared at Lumian with her clear black and white eyes for several seconds.

As it burrowed into the dim blue candlelight, it left behind a melodious and gentle sound:

"I will wear it."

"Whoever's skin you put on, you become that person?" Lumian wondered, wondering if the Half-Fairy " was always searching for her other half.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that he had made a promise he hadn't kept:

Help the "Abscessed Severed Hand" find its body!

This matter involves whether Lumian can attain Divinity and advance to Sequence 4, but since he is only Sequence 6 now, he is not in a hurry at all.

Late Night, in an empty room in the Market District Trier.

Franca, dressed in Assassin's outfit, arranged to meet "007" "offline" for the first time.

As time passed, "007," wearing a brown Lion mask and a matching double-breasted coat, walked in.

After confirming that everything was correct, Franca pulled down her Hood and left the shadows.

"What is it that we have to talk about in person?" 007 asked, frowning.

This made him instinctively want to refuse, but he also felt that it might be a big deal, and if he failed to take action in time, it might lead to a major Calamity.

In the end, he reluctantly agreed to "Sleeve Sword's" request to meet.

Franca chuckled softly, her emotions complex.

"That's a good thing."

"I don't believe you, ' Sleeve Sword,' when you say such a thing." 007 made no attempt to hide his concern.

"Really, I'm just asking you to help me find someone. You can't send a picture by Telegram, and you can't exactly draw a number map out of Vocabulary and dots, can you?" Franca explained why she requested an "in-person" meeting.

"007" looked Franca over suspiciously a few times:

"Just helping to find someone? No other purpose?"

Franca chuckled.

I can't tell you anything else for now.

"Your words make me even more nervous." "007" keenly sensed that there might be a very important issue Concealment under the matter of finding someone. Otherwise, "Sleeve Sword," who had witnessed high-level Calamity, would not have attached so much importance to it, insisting on an "offline" meeting and handing over the person in person. He would have been more likely to have left the portrait somewhere and notified him to pick it up.

Franca took out the portrait of the target she had drawn using "Dream Divination" and Ritual Magic and handed it to "007".

After "007" took it, a Sun -like light naturally shone from his hand, allowing him to clearly see the picture, identical to a photograph, in the Evernight:

It was a man in Black Robe looking at the man from the side. His hair was only a thin layer, as if it had just grown out, and it was a deep black color. His profile was very soft, his skin was sickly Paleness, and his Deep Brown Eyes were not deep enough.

At first, "007" thought there was nothing special about it, but based on his trust in the "Sleeve Sword's " ability to stir up trouble, he examined it carefully for another ten seconds.

His brow, hidden beneath the Lion mask, furrowed slightly as he murmured, "This doesn't seem to be from any country in the Northern Continent."

Franca laughed, a teasing and slightly self-deprecating smile on her face. "Don't you think he looks a lot like what we looked like before we Transmigration?"

"007" froze abruptly, as if struck by Lightning.

He looked at the drawing repeatedly, remaining silent for nearly twenty seconds before finally saying, "' Sleeve Sword,' do you know what you're saying?"

Franca raised her head slightly and said in a low voice, "I suspect he came from that country in our world."

"The ' Muggle ' and I had previously discovered traces of interaction between the two worlds!"

"When? What marks?" "007" blurted out, wishing he could grab "Sleeve Sword's" shoulders and shake her body violently to make her spill everything she knew.

Franca laughed:

"I'll have to discuss this with the ' Muggle ' before I can tell you. It involves many Concealment, and it's not something I can just tell you whenever I want. You should arrange for people to discreetly search for the person in the painting. Hmm, I met him on the Fourth Level of the Catacombs."

"007" struggled to control his urge to handcuff "Sleeve Sword" and interrogate him for information, saying through gritted teeth, "Couldn't you have discussed this before coming to me?"

"Isn't this because I'm afraid that if I give you too much information in one breath, it will stimulate your emotions and cause you to Loss of Control control?" Franca chuckled dryly and said, "Because it's not time to meet the ' Muggle ' yet, and I'm in a hurry to find someone, afraid that he has left Trier."

"Calm down, calm down. The urge to kill someone can't be Concealment."

Franca spoke while chuckling awkwardly, then retreated into the shadows.

"007" held the portrait, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Inside the Solo Hotel in the Kingdom of Feynapotter, Santa Port.

Lumian had just returned to the Master Bedroom after breakfast when she felt the surroundings suddenly become cold and damp.

At the same time, he saw a Tarot Cards appear out of thin air on his Desk.

The surface of the Tarot Cards depicts a knight running with Swords in hand.

The Minor Arcana, "The Knight of Swords"!