Chapter 209 Communication Lumian felt a headache when he thought about asking Franca to come in and take off her clothes. He looked at Louis Lund, who was only wearing a linen shirt and white shorts, and gave him a sincere suggestion: "I can ask my companion to return the money in your coat to you, and you can just go out, leave this street, find a clothing store, and say that you encountered a perverted robber. I believe that the people of Trier can understand." Louis Lund's expression froze for a second, and he pointed below Lumian's current position: "I have spare clothes." Lumian bent down and pulled out a black formal suit with a vest and bow tie. This looks like what the butler, Louis Lund, usually wears. "Is this rental carriage really yours?" Lumian asked curiously as he threw the formal suit to Louis Lund. "I rented the clothes and the carriage." Louis Lund quickly put on his trousers. Lumian sat there and waited for him to get dressed before he shouted outside and asked Franca to stop the carriage on the side of the road. He opened the car door, half turned around, and waved to Louis Lund:
"I hope to see you again." Otherwise I will go to Plantagenet Street, Knowle, to look for you; and if you have moved away I will keep tracking you down and you will never have peace. If Lumian had not been wary of Madam Pualis's strength and characteristics and intended to have friendly exchanges with her, he would have definitely tried to follow Louise Lund until he locked onto Madam Pualis. Franka placed the waxed hat and whip on the driver's seat, picked up the black robe next to her, put it on, then pulled up the hood and jumped into the shadows on the side of the road. After Louis Londe drove the carriage away from the current street, she came out from the shadows, approached Lumian, looked in that direction and said: "Not tracking?" “No need. We are not in a hostile relationship for now.” Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the Honest Man Market. Franka followed with a smile: "Aren't you worried that Mrs. Pualis will refuse to see you and move out overnight?" Neither Lumian nor Louis Long lowered their voices during their conversation. The Assassin was very sharp-eyed and had heard a lot of the conversation. Although she had difficulty understanding the details of the part involving Cordu Village due to her lack of prior knowledge, she still gained a lot from the other topics: For example, Lumian is seeking to meet that Lady Puaris, for example, a certain evil god's corresponding path will become a "banshee" when it reaches Sequence 5... Lumian took two deep breaths, calmed down the remaining trembling emotions and said: “I just thought that being friendly would be more likely to get me a meeting with Mrs. Pualis than stalking Louis Lund. “She should know very well who I am seeking revenge on. She was also driven out of Cordu Village by the parish priest who destroyed the castle. I don’t believe she has no resentment at all. "Hehe, I did kill two leaders of the Sting Gang and poured coffee on Roger the Black Scorpion, but they didn't know it was Lumian Lee who did it. There's no contradiction between hating Ciel and meeting Lumian Lee." Franka couldn't help but laugh: "Yeah, they want revenge on Ciel, what does that have to do with you, Lumian?" She then said to herself thoughtfully: "What is the relationship between Mrs. Pualis and the Sting Gang? Which evil god does the path with the 'banshee' come from? 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Bald' Harman, and 'Shorty Candlestick' Castina are all from this path? A 'warlock' and two 'gardeners'?" She made her guess based on her knowledge of the Sting Gang. Lumian did not hide anything: "The one behind the Sting Gang is called 'Lady Moon', but she seems to have been promoted recently. She and 'Lady Night' represented by Pualis belong to the same secret organization called 'Night Tour Club'. They believe in the Great Mother. I don't know her specific name, and I don't dare to know." The hidden existence named after fate can pollute people while they know it clearly. It is more evil and terrifying than him. The great mother whose believers have been fighting against the fate-lovers in Koldu Village for a long time can definitely do the same. Lumian suspected that if she really knew the full name of the great mother, she would most likely, no, definitely, become pregnant on the spot.
Franka was deeply touched: "Indeed, you should never know what you shouldn't know. "There was a member of our research group who loved exploring secrets and collecting all kinds of occult knowledge. Later, he disappeared and never showed up again." Franka wisely changed the topic to "Black Scorpion" Roger and others and their corresponding abilities. Lumian explained in great detail. After all, they would have to rely on this "Hidden Blade" lady to fight against the Sting Gang. When Franka heard Lumian speculate that one of the abilities of the Sower was to make someone pregnant, she was actually a little envious and eager to try: "It would be interesting if Gardner got pregnant..." "Ma'am, your thoughts are very dangerous. I am really worried that one day your life will be short. Why not give it a try and choose to believe in the Great Mother and pray that She will grant you the power of the 'Sower'." Lumian warned in a mocking manner. The combination of "Witch" and "Sower" is too evil, and there will definitely be a large number of victims in Trier. Franca was stunned for a moment and said: "I have already taken the magic potion and become a Beyonder. I can no longer accept any more gifts..." You don't know? That's good! Lumian said sincerely: "Probably not." "Don't worry, I have extensive knowledge of mysticism and I know that every evil god has bad intentions." Franka sighed slightly and boasted about herself. She glanced at the Honest Man Market not far away and chatted casually: "I met an unlucky guy when I was waiting for Louis Lund this afternoon." Unlucky guy? Lumian's mind moved, and he recalled: "Is it a thin man with blond hair and blue eyes, in his fifties?" "How did you know?" Franca was quite surprised. "He was walking on the street, and suddenly a vase fell from the balcony and hit his head. He reacted quickly and dodged to the side of the road, but he tripped over the edge of the gutter and lost his balance. At that time, a public carriage was coming and was about to hit him. He, ha ha, he must not be an ordinary person. He actually used a very difficult move to avoid it in that situation. Then, guess what? He hit the gas lamp pole and his nose bled." After telling a story about the funny scene she witnessed that afternoon, Franca looked at Lumian, waiting for him to answer her question. Lumian thought for a moment and said: “That man should be Mr. Efe, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel. He is in the same group as the pervert Hedsey who attacked Janna. "I suspect he is a Beyonder. Last time, I told the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun about his abnormality through someone else, but they didn't find any problems. Recently, I got a Bad Luck Spell and used it on him when I had the chance. I want him to have problems more frequently and expose his abnormality. "It's a pity that his performance this time was not seen by the official Beyonders." But according to the homeless man's fortune, Mr. Efe should be unlucky for another two or three days. Franka said with a serious face: “Yes, he is obviously an extraordinary person. "So it was the group that bullied Janna... You, you should have told me earlier! I can find someone to help and let the authorities pay more attention to that guy named Efe!" Thinking of the people in the mirror who were cleared out, Lumian focused on talking about the pervert Hedesy, Mr. Efe, Susanna Matisse and the old pigeon cage. "The abilities of their path are very exciting..." Franka couldn't help but sigh, "When I first came into contact with mysticism, everyone told me that there were only 22 paths to God. But in the past two or three years, some strange sequences have popped up from time to time. Evil gods are not counted as one of the paths to God?" After a pause, Franca said to Lumian: "I will report these matters to the authorities through my channels, but we cannot be careless. Remember, always stay vigilant and be prepared for accidents. Well, when the time comes, you may have to cooperate with me to do something. I will tell you after the communication is completed. "That's right. Now you know to ask me for help. Don't be embarrassed. I will come to you if I encounter difficulties." "Yeah." Lumian nodded slightly.
………… After saying goodbye to Franka, Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Inn. He still remembered Thermopylae's question, took out the memo in Room 207, took a look at it, and began writing a letter to Ms. Magician. In the letter, he mainly talked about two things. One was the temptation and subsequent influence of Thermipolos on him after he received the gift of the "mendicant monk", and the other was that he had received help from a psychologist and could usually not recall the name of the corresponding existence. Because Mr. Efe hired a regular cleaning lady, there were fewer bedbugs in the hotel. Lumian quickly cleaned up the environment, set up the altar, and summoned the "doll"-like blonde messenger. The messenger looked around and was very satisfied that Lumian had followed his advice and changed the summoning location. About half an hour later, she appeared in room 207, placed the reply on the wooden table, raised her chin slightly, and said to Lumian: "You should thank me. I helped you remind Ms. Magician and let her read your letter as soon as possible." “Thank you.” Lumian was a little confused for a moment and responded reflexively. It was not until the messenger left that he came to his senses, picked up the folded letter, and unfolded it: “I’m glad to see that your treatment has been effective. What I didn’t expect was that person actually sent an angel in. He is really willing to invest. "In recent years, the infiltration of evil gods has indeed become more frequent, but it is still difficult for forces above a certain level to enter our world, and there are so few that can be counted on one hand. Among them, three were destroyed midway and only caused small-scale pollution. Although one was successful, it was captured by a righteous god and cleaned up. "That is to say, there is no one else in the world as unlucky as you, only you." (End of this chapter)