Chapter 141 Letter Lumian, who succeeded on his second attempt, ended the ritual, cleaned up the wooden table, took out Aurore's witchcraft notes, and flipped through the relevant parts in the light of the calcium carbide lamp. Less than a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly had a premonition, raised his head and looked towards the window. A folded piece of letter paper lay quietly there. “So soon?” Lumian reached out in astonishment and took the letter. The reply from "Hela", vice president of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, arrived earlier than he expected. Lumian unfolded the letter and read through the decorative words: "I'm sorry to hear that, I had a bad feeling ever since 'Muggle' missed the party last month. “There are too many dangers in this world. Sometimes, we cannot avoid them if we want to, unless we can control everyone around us. "If you want, you can tell me the misfortunes that befell the Muggles. You don't need to go into great detail, just give me the general idea...
“From the fact that you were able to summon my messenger, I can see that you have also embarked on the path of transcendence. I am not sure whether your sister has told you that this means you will always be accompanied by danger and madness, but I need to remind you that restraint and caution are our best friends. “After that, you can write to me if you have any questions about the occult. Although I am not known for my extensive knowledge, I can answer many questions. "I have only met 'Muggle' twice in the past year. We mainly discussed various things in the supernatural field. What impressed me was that she mentioned that one of her friends was affected by a strange dream and hoped to find a solution. If necessary, she wanted to ask a real psychologist for treatment..." Lumian quietly read the reply from "Hela", the muscles on his face seemed to stretch and twist. Aurore is really looking for a solution to her strange dream! Lumian calmed down and thought about how to reply. Just then, he was suddenly stunned. His brows gradually furrowed, and he whispered to himself: "Aurore told Hela to hire a real psychiatrist... "Combined with Ms. 'Susie's' description, the real psychiatrist should be referring to a certain sequence of the 'audience' pathway... “Only an extraordinary person who is good at this field can make me stop dreaming about that world filled with gray fog…” There is nothing wrong with this matter itself, the problem is: The only record of this path in Aurore's witchcraft notes is Sequence 9 "Audience"! And she obviously knows about "psychologist"! Lumian immediately recalled the two conversations in his dream; First, Aurore said she would find a real hypnotist for him; Second, Aurore mentioned that she knew Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 of all pathways, and had a certain understanding of them. "Psychologists are often associated with hypnosis. It is highly likely that 'hypnotist' is also a sequence of 'audience', and may even be higher than 'psychologist'... “Aurore didn’t record the Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 corresponding to the Audience pathway in her witchcraft notes…” Lumian’s expression became quite solemn, yet with a twisted excitement. After many days, he finally found some problems in Aurora's witchcraft notes! Before, he actually had some doubts about this matter, but he was not sure whether there was really some kind of abnormality. After all, the Auror in his dream was a character that was a combination of his own memories and impressions under the influence of soul fragments. Not every word he said was true or perfect, so it was normal that no exceptions were specifically mentioned. And now, Hela's reply indirectly confirmed that Aurore really knew one or several sequences behind the "audience" pathway, and had a certain understanding of the corresponding abilities. “Why didn’t Aurore write down this knowledge in her witchcraft notebook? What secret is hidden behind this abnormal phenomenon?” Lumian pulled out a piece of white paper and began to choose his words with both sadness and excitement. In less than a minute, he wrote: "Dear Ms. Hela: “Here’s what happened…
“I have no idea what really happened because I lost some of my memory in the disaster. "I would be very grateful if you could help me keep an eye on the whereabouts of Guillaume Bene, Puaris de Roquefort and others. Their appearance characteristics can be obtained directly from the official wanted poster. "Finally, I have another question. Which real psychiatrist did 'Muggle' want to consult at that time?" Lumian briefly mentioned the events of Cordu Village in the letter. He did not talk about dreams, cycles, or how he was rescued. He only said in a speculative tone that the parish priest, Guillaume Benét, believed in the evil god under the guidance of someone, expelled Madame Puaris who followed another evil god, and then tried to hold a ceremony with the entire village as a sacrifice. At the critical moment, the "Muggle" chosen as the container pushed away another important sacrifice, which was Lumian himself, causing the ceremony to fail. Cordu Village became a ruin, and finally the official Beyonder who received the letter for help did the corresponding cleanup. Lumian set up the altar once again, summoned the silver skull, and handed it the letter. Similarly, within a quarter of an hour, he received the second reply from "Hela". Without bothering to compare the enthusiasm of Ms. Magician and Ms. Hela in their responses, Lumian quickly read the contents of the letter: "I can sense your sadness, and I understand your desire to find out the truth, identify the murderer, and exact revenge. "I am friends with 'Muggles' and I will provide you with assistance within my ability, including but not limited to finding those people. "In this matter, I can also provide you with a new idea for investigation. As far as I know, Muggle's parents and other family members should still be alive in this world. She stayed away from them for some reason and dared not return to Trier. I am not sure if they have any problems or whether they have come into contact with the followers of the evil god. "I don't know which 'psychologist' Muggle wanted to find at the time. There are many real 'psychologists' in our organization, and the gatherings that Muggle and I attended did not overlap. I will help you ask the members who have had interactions with her to see if I can get the answer you want... "Until this matter is thoroughly investigated, I will conceal the news that 'Muggle' has passed away for you..." "If you move away later, remember to summon my messenger again, in case I can't contact you after I get the relevant information..." After reading it, Lumian was silent for a long time and exhaled slowly. He initially fantasized that Ms. "Hela" would invite him to join the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society and replace Aurore. In that way, he would be able to better investigate who the "psychologist" Aurore wanted to hire was. But now it seems that the organization is very cautious about recruiting new members, and may even require certain characteristics to be eligible to become an assessment subject, such as "not being able to return to hometown" mentioned by Aurore. “Perhaps Ms. Hela is observing me and testing me now…” Lumian consoled himself before sitting back down and continuing to study Aurore’s witchcraft notes. As for Aurore's original family, he had no idea. ………… 7:50pm Wednesday, 20 White Coat Street. Lumian, wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform and a dark blue, almost black cap, knocked on Osta Trull's door. Osta, wearing a black robe and a hood, opened the wooden door, looked around, and said with a smile: "You're more punctual than I thought." "I'm also more committed to my promises than you think." Lumian walked into the room, took out 80 Fel Gold bills and coins, and handed them to Osta. After Osta took it, he counted it twice and laughed even more happily. As he led Lumian downstairs to the apartment building, he continued to talk: "The market area has been a bit chaotic these days. Baron Brinell didn't even come to ask me for money." "A gang leader died." Lumian said casually. Aosta suddenly realized, then said with regret: "Why wasn't Baron Brinell the one who died?"
"Baron Brignaire is dead, as are Baron Guillaume and Baron Pierre. As long as the Savoy gang is still around, you have to pay back the usury you owe." Lumian said in a mocking tone. Osta's expression suddenly fell. Soon, he took Lumian on a public carriage, each paying 30 copeks, and found a seat in the carriage. It took nearly an hour for the public carriage to reach District 8 from the Honest Market area on the south bank of the Serenzo River to the Boulevard area on the north bank of the Serenzo River. This is the heart of the entire Intis Republic. The Palace of Philanthropy where the president works, the Grand Palace where Emperor Roselle used to live, and various newspaper offices are all here, surrounded by high-end residences. Lumian had read in the newspaper before that the average rent in this area was 4000 filgins per year, or about 74 filgins per week, and the expensive ones could even reach tens of thousands. "Mr. K is calling for a gathering in the Boulevard area?" Seeing that there were few people on the public carriage, Lumian asked Aosta in a low voice. Osta laughed: “Always. "Magazines like Psychic and Esoteric are also headquartered in the Boulevard District." You know how to hide... Lumian cast his gaze towards the wide and smooth avenue outside the window, the neatly arranged Intis sycamore trees on the street, and the elegant and light-colored buildings in the back. At around 8:50, Osta took Lumian into the six-story off-white luxurious house at 19 Scheer Street. "This is the headquarters of Psychic Magazine, but they only own the top three floors." Osta did not go upstairs, but turned to the right corridor on the ground floor. It was only at this time that he said to Lumian: "Mr. K wants to see you in advance." “Okay.” Lumian lowered his head, holding his hat down, and no one knew what he was busy with. Osta then took out an iron-colored mask and said with a smile: "It's time to disguise yourself. You can't let everyone see your true appearance." The next second, Lumian raised his head. His face was wrapped in layer upon layer of white bandages, leaving only his eyes, nostrils and ears exposed. Seeing this scene, Osta's heart almost stopped beating. (End of this chapter)