Chapter 140 Lively After checking the letter with his gloves on, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief. There's no problem this time! After performing three consecutive rituals to summon spiritual beings, he felt a little tired. After thinking for a while, Lumian said to the rabbit-like spiritual creature: "Can you do me one more favor?" The "rabbit" thought seriously for a few seconds and nodded slowly. Lumian opened the pocket of his gray-blue worker's uniform: "Then follow me first." The illusory and transparent "rabbit" jumped in mid-air and came to Lumian's side, posing as if to follow him. Lumian sighed silently and said: "I mean, you can hide in my pocket first, so as not to be seen by some extraordinary person with high inspiration."
The "rabbit" kept a dazed expression on its face, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrank its body. Because it has no real thickness or weight, the pockets of clothes close quickly without leaving any trace. After putting the letter into the same pocket, Lumian opened the "Spiritual Wall", took off his gloves, and left Room 207. He wandered down to Market Avenue, near Suchit Steam Locomotive Station. At this time, it was just after five o'clock and many people had not finished work yet. There were not many pedestrians on the road but not few either. People leaving the station passed by in groups, some going to the public carriage stop, some looking for the subway entrance, or carrying their luggage and walking on foot to the nearby streets to find a temporary residence for the night. Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed at the mailbox a few dozen meters away, and said in a low voice: "See that green metal cylinder?" He immediately felt the vibration in his pocket. This was the way the "rabbit" responded. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Put the letter next to you in that metal tube." After saying that, Lumian pinched his temples on both sides and turned on his "spiritual vision". He saw the "rabbit" floating out, wrapped in the "letter for help", passing through the crowd and reaching the green metal cylinder. Just when Lumian thought that the "rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, this guy got in with the letter. After a moment, it detached from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, with the letter remaining inside. Lumian closed his eyes and consoled himself: “It’s considered to be put in…” He then took the "rabbit" away from the market avenue, found an empty alley, and told the other party in Hermes that the summoning was over. This thing was draining his spiritual energy every moment. When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt relieved. He planned to stop helping Charlie here, and it would depend on how the official Beyonders would handle the situation next.
"If this wasn't interesting enough, I wouldn't bother to help him. Do I have to fight for him with Susanna Mathis, that weird creature who looks very powerful?" Lumian muttered silently. He then laughed a little: If those vulgar guys in Cordu knew the characteristics displayed by Suzanne Mathis, they would definitely ask ambiguously whether they wanted to have a fight in bed or in the haystack? Of course, Lumian could be just as vulgar when facing them. On the way back to the chaotic street, he found a meat pie shop and bought a "hot beef pie with red fish" for dinner. Accompanied by soda sold by street vendors, Lumian ate while moving through the crowd, occasionally dodging a few hands that were stealing towards his wallet. Compared with Rouen meat pie, "Red Fish Hot Beef Pie" is not so greasy. The fresh and delicate fish meat, the mellow and crispy beef, the light sweet chewy dough, the fragrance of spices and oil, with a very layered taste, open up Lumian's taste buds one by one. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he held up the glass bottle which still had one third of the light red liquid in it and said with deep emotion: “No wonder people in Trier love meat pie… "Sometime soon I'll have a chance to go to Richelieu Street in the library district and try out the first shop that makes red fish hot beef patties..." Based on the newspapers and magazines he had read before, he could still name several famous meat pies based on his memory: Degaz meat pie, Perigueux meat pie, Todain cashew pie, meat pie… Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the chaotic street. What he saw was a chaotic scene, with guys who looked like gang members holding knives, axes, or sticks, confronting each other on the street. Pedestrians moved away, vendors withdrew from the street one by one, and residents of the houses on both sides slammed their windows shut. Lumian did not go any further, but stepped back a few steps, found a wall pillar to hide behind, and observed the situation ahead with interest. He suspected that after he killed Maggot of the Sting Gang, it aroused suspicion among several gangs in the market area, which eventually developed into a fight. After waiting and waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lumian still didn't see a large-scale conflict break out among the gang members. This made him, who wanted to watch the fun, a little disappointed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Are you all no good? You're just standing there on the street without doing anything. Do you think you have too much time?" As the thought flashed through his mind, Lumian looked towards the five-story gray-white building next to him. He seriously considered whether he should just find a room and throw the empty soda bottle between the two gangs, making them mistakenly think that the leader of the other gang had given the signal to start fighting. That way, Lumian would have something fun to watch. Just as he was about to put his idea into practice, a large number of policemen in black uniforms appeared at both ends of the street. The men in the front rows were riding on tall brown or black horses, holding shields and sticks, and they slowed down their horses' pace, moving closer to the gang members step by step. This brought a great sense of oppression, and many gang members began to waver. When the mounted police launched the charge, the gang members gathered in the chaotic street scattered, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground. Lumian just wanted to clap his hands as he watched, his heart that was seeking excitement was greatly satisfied. He had only seen such scenes in novels and news, and the latter were often glossed over! Before long, the street returned to its usual bustle. Lumian drank the last sip of pomegranate soda, walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, and entered room 207. Sitting on the bed, he recalled the entire process of writing and sending the letter to see if there were any omissions, so as to avoid being targeted by official Beyonders.
After a while, Lumian sighed: "If only I had a messenger, there would be no need to go through all this trouble." Unfortunately, the messenger is not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Auror has one. So far, Lumian only knows of two people who have messengers: One is the "Magician" lady, and the other is "Hela", the vice president of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Association mentioned by Aurora. “Hela…” Lumian’s expression gradually became solemn. If the Auror in his dream was really partially influenced by the soul fragments, then it can be seen that Auror still trusts Vice President "Hela" quite a lot. When encountering problems, the first thing she thinks of is to summon the other party's messenger and seek help. “I wonder if Hela knows Aurore’s real identity, and whether she knows from that obituary that Aurore has passed away…” Lumian muttered to himself silently. As he was deep in thought, he suddenly thought of something: He might actually be able to summon Hela's messenger! The summoning spell only had three sentences. Lumian could be sure that the last sentence was "Hela's unique messenger", and the first two sentences had fixed formats and requirements. He only had to try a few more times and he would always be able to find the correct combination! Moreover, in this case, even if the previous combinations went wrong, Lumian would not be in any danger, because the description of "Hela's unique messenger" ruled out other possibilities. In other words, either it cannot be summoned, or the one summoned must be the messenger of "Hela". “Should we write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Auror?” Lumian was a little embarrassed. Considering that his sister said "my notes" when she pushed him away, and a lot of the mystical knowledge in her notes came from the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society, if he could establish contact with this organization, it would help him find important information hidden in the wizard's notes. Lumian quickly made a decision. He planned to summon Hela's messenger now! Although he didn't quite trust the vice president of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, he didn't think he was worth the other party's covetousness, and Aurore still believed in "Hela" when he was alive. Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Ms. Hela: "I am writing this letter to you with great presumption. I am the younger brother of Muggle. I am very reluctant to tell you that she has passed away due to misfortune. “It involved a disaster brought on by belief in an evil god, and only I and a few others escaped. “I’m not sure whether you are interested in this matter or not, so I won’t go into details to avoid wasting your time. "What I want to know is, in the past year, has the 'Muggle' said anything suspicious to you? "..." After staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian exhaled slowly and folded the paper. Then he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: “A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be commanded, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela.” After reciting the spell, Lumian looked at the candlelight stained with dark green and waited patiently for the messenger to appear. Time passed minute by minute, and nothing happened in the altar. Lumian was not disappointed and spoke again: "I! "Call in my name: "Spirit that roams in the upper world; “Friendly creatures to be driven; “A messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela…”
The dark green candle flame suddenly shook and became much larger. At this time, not only was the top of it not illuminated, but it was getting darker and darker. In the darkness, something quickly emerged. It was a skull head shaped like a human skull, as if made of pure silver. It emitted a soft light that dispelled the darkness around it. Pale flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull, making Lumian suddenly feel that the other party was very dangerous. After staring at Lumian for a few seconds, the silver skull opened its mouth and bit the flying letter. It then returned to the re-gathering darkness. (End of this chapter)