Chapter 121 Recruiting (please give me monthly tickets during the double period) Lumian nodded and asked: “You said you were very inspired?” Osta was in a trance for a moment, and gradually revealed an expression of fear and terror. He paused for a moment before saying: "This should be a characteristic of the 'Secret Prayer'. I can sense those unknown creatures hidden in the depths of darkness. I can also sense that the real world is surrounded by a thick curtain. Behind the curtain are pairs of emotionless eyes looking at us..." At this point, Osta began to breathe heavily. Lumian did not rush, waiting for the fake wizard to calm down on his own. After nearly a minute, Osta let out a long breath and said: “It was okay in the market area and the observatory area, but in underground Trier, I could often feel that at the end of certain roads, where my eyes could not see, there was some kind of creature calling me and asking me to go over. "I don't know what I will end up like if I really walk into that darkness."
A very good mystical sensor... On the one hand, Lumian laughed at the "Hunter's" clairvoyance, but on the other hand, he felt that the "Mystic Prayer" was not as useless as Osta said. Osta continued: "Sometimes, when I see visitors holding white candles and entering the catacombs, I have some almost paranoid thoughts that this is a ritual that creates a mysterious connection with a hidden existence to help the corresponding visitors not be swallowed by the darkness and not be taken away by the dead." Lumian was quite surprised to hear this, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "In terms of mysticism, the 'Secret Prayer' is very powerful... but he is not good at fighting..." Based on Aosta's description, he suspected that the requirement to hold a lit white candle before entering the catacombs was indeed a ritual intended to allow visitors to avoid the various dangers hidden there. The tomb managers should be well aware of this, but in order to make money, not only did they say nothing, they also encouraged their superiors to include visiting the catacombs as a tourist attraction. Thinking of this, Lumian remembered something his sister Aurore often lamented: “Money alienates people.” I don’t know which of potions, gifts, and money is more likely to bring about human alienation at a lower level… Lumian muttered silently in a teasing manner. He turned to ask Aosta: "Do you sense any danger lurking in the darkness in the market area?" Osta's expression changed several times, and he said in a low voice: “I didn’t dare go near the burnt house in Honest Market.” At the edge of Honest Market, near White Coat Street, there is an uninhabited house that was burned to a charred surface due to a fire. District councillors have been calling for it to be demolished and converted into a commercial building, but for some reason, the corresponding proposal has never been taken seriously by City Hall, so that more than a decade has passed, and the six-story building, like a scar on the city, is still standing there. I didn’t feel anything when I passed by this morning… Lumian turned sideways and walked towards the door: "I will come to visit you again, and I hope you won't let me down." Osta, who had bandaged his shoulder wound, smiled and said: "No matter what, I will give you an answer." After leaving Osta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, and with a flash of his body, he squatted in the shadow of the stairs leading to the rooftop, silently staring at the closed wooden door. After nearly half an hour, after confirming that the other party had not made any unusual movements, he took the "Little Trier Newspaper" and slowly walked down the stairs. At this time, he finally heard his stomach rumbling. Looking at the barricade ahead, which was made of stones, logs, mud slabs and other debris, but with a path cleared in the middle, Lumian found a nearby bakery and bought half a kilogram of croissants for three ricks.
He also tried Trier's unique fruit soda. The liquid kept bubbling, and the red currant syrup spread out like a cloud after being blended in, worth 13 copeks. If you return the soda bottle, you will be refunded 3 copeks. ………… Chaotic street, "Golden Rooster Hotel". Before Lumian even entered the bar in the basement, he heard the noise of laughter. Just after nine o'clock in the evening, nearly twenty people were crammed into the small space. Some were sitting at the bar, some were drinking around a few small round tables, but all of them were looking at the bartender. The bartender with a ponytail and an artistic temperament was introducing the machine on the bar to a male customer who didn't know her: “This is called a fool meter, it can test your intelligence. "Would you like to try it?" The male guest in the dark jacket asked with interest: "How to try?" The bartender pointed at the exposed rubber pipe with a serious expression: "Blow here until bubbles come out of the glass jar above. "Whether or not bubbles can be blown out, and how big they can be, are related to the final test results." The male guest did not hesitate, picked up the rubber hose and started blowing. When the light green bubbles emerged from the glass jar above the machine, everyone in the bar stood up, clapping wildly and shouting excitedly: "Welcome, you bubbling idiot!" The male guest was stunned at first, then he realized the reason and his face turned red. He glared at the bartender fiercely, then looked at the nearly twenty guests. Finally, he suppressed his anger and muttered: "It's really interesting. This prank is really interesting. I'm going to bring some friends to try it out tomorrow." Is this what friends do? Lumian sneered to himself, pulled over a high stool and sat down, saying to the bartender: "Give me a glass of aniseed absinthe instead." The bartender smiled cordially: "This drink is on me. Your machine is great. Many people have heard about its magic and come here to drink. My business is almost twice as good as before. "By the way, my name is Pavard Nissen. I'm the owner of this bar and an amateur painter. What's your name?" "Ciel." Lumian did not hide his smile. He felt again the difference between the people of Trier and the people of Cordu. In the village of Cordu, anyone who encountered such a prank would only think of finding an opportunity to fight back, while the citizens of Trier, unable to retaliate for the time being, like to find new "victims" and watch them being fooled in order to eliminate the pain of being hurt. "You have a good brain and are better at playing pranks than many people in Trier." For Pavard Nissen, a native bartender, such praise is the highest evaluation. He then pushed the slender goblet filled with light green psychedelic liquid to Lumian.
Lumian took the absinthe and took a sip. He felt that the slight bitter taste stimulated certain nerves and made him feel alive. He closed his eyes and felt for a while: "I have a few friends who came to Trier earlier than me, but I don't know their contact information. Is there any way to find them?" Pavard Nissen wiped his glass: "If you have a lot of money, put an ad in the Trier Daily to find a missing person. If you don't have much money, find a bounty hunter or information dealer to see if they are willing to take on such a commission. If you don't have much money, go back to your room and sleep. Maybe one day, you'll run into your friends on the street." "Do you have any good recommendations, trustworthy bounty hunters or information dealers?" Although Lumian has no financial worries for the time being and may receive "donations" from kind people at any time, he really cannot afford to place an advertisement in a major newspaper. That would cost at least 3000 Felgin - newspapers with small circulation may be cheap, but they have little effect. Besides, the parish priest Guillaume Bennet and Madame Puaris were not unfamiliar with newspapers, and this would certainly alarm them. Pavar nodded and said: "Anthony Reid lives in Room 3 on the 5rd floor of the hotel. You can visit him tomorrow. "He was originally a retired soldier, and later became an intelligence dealer. He has a very good reputation." Lumian memorized the corresponding room number and name, raised the absinthe, shook it gently, and saluted the bartender. ………… Back in room 207, Lumian didn't let himself rest. After pulling the tattered curtains, he began to dance the "dance of attracting attention" in the cramped environment. He wanted to see what kind of strange creatures he could attract in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and on the streets, so as to prepare for possible attacks, pursuits or active raids in the future. According to Osta, there were no particularly dangerous places in the market area except for the burned-down building. It was also quite far away from the chaotic streets and could not possibly be affected by a Sequence 9 Dancer. After all, this was not the ruins of Cordu Village and there was no fatalistic power spread throughout every place. Excluding the more dangerous ones and the ones that the Dancer's personality could not attract, Lumian believed that even if the strange creatures that appeared later were stronger than himself, it would be almost impossible for them to force themselves on his body - the blue-black symbol representing the great existence and the black thorn pattern from fate were enough to scare them and make them dare not act rashly. In the sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted dance, Lumian's spirituality combined with the pried natural force and spread out in all directions, very concealed. Soon, he felt that some eyes were staring at him, and several transparent or blurry figures floated around the room. Some of them look like humans, and seem to be obsessions that remain after death. Some are strange in shape, like bottles, or like stacked meat balls, and are suspected to come from the corresponding spiritual world. Lumian didn't recognize any of them and couldn't tell what their characteristics and abilities were. At this moment, a figure emerged from the tattered curtains. It is slightly transparent, and it is a female with long green hair mixed with green leaves, which wraps around the body and covers the important parts, while the rest of the body is directly exposed with fair and smooth skin, which makes people's heart beat faster and their imaginations run wild at the sight of it. The figure had green eyes, rosy lips, and a delicate and charming face. Just a glance at Lumian made him inexplicably excited. PS: During the double period, please guarantee the minimum monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)
