Chapter 273 Agreement "Ms. Hela? You know her?" Franka's first reaction was surprise and astonishment. She quickly remembered that Lumian's sister "Muggle" was also a member of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" and added: "Your sister has ever told you about Ms. 'Hela'?" Lumian nodded: "Not only did he mention it, but he also gave me the spell to summon the messenger of Lady Hela." "She wants you to seek help from Ms. Hela when you are in trouble?" Franka guessed. "Are you planning to summon Ms. Hela's messenger now to ask me if she is trustworthy?" "I guess so." Lumian gave an affirmative answer. "I have actually established contact with Ms. Hela and summoned her messenger. But I discovered today that my sister's behavior was a little abnormal during the disaster in Cordu Village, and it seems to be related to Ms. Hela. I don't know whether I should ask her directly." Seeing that Lumian still did not elaborate on the disaster in Cordu Village, nor did he specifically explain Aurore's abnormal behavior, Franka understood his thoughts and did not ask any further questions. She answered thoughtfully: "I personally am willing to believe Ms. Hela. Damn, you quietly established contact with Ms. Hela and didn't even mention it to me! "Well... She is one of the few people in the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society who has gone the furthest in the Path of God, and is suspected to be on the Path of the Corpse Collector. “She was not only happy to share her knowledge and insights with us, but also helped us whenever she could, and the items she traded were only slightly more than the cost price. "For a large number of us, including me and your sister, Ms. Hela is a reliable sister who makes us feel less helpless, anxious and confused. We all trust her." "I understand." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief. "I will communicate honestly with Ms. Hela and hope to find the real root of the problem." At this point, he changed the subject: "Does your Major Arcana know about the existence of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society?"
"I didn't tell her about it. I just said that I joined a secret mutual aid organization, but she obviously knows the situation of the research group." Franka lowered her voice unconsciously, "I suspect that there are members of the Tarot Club in the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Group, not just me." Lumian had no more psychological barriers. He turned around with a smile and waved his hand. "I'm going to summon Lady Hela's messenger." "Hey, it's still early. How about fighting evil for two hours before going back?" Franka, who doesn't like to go to bed early, tried hard to find entertainment. Lumian rejected her without hesitation. Back in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian did not rush to summon Hela's messenger. Instead, he spread out the paper and wrote another letter to the "Magician". He briefly mentioned the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society and told the demigod that when Auror was awake, she was willing to write anonymous letters to seek help from the authorities, but she did not seem to summon Hela's messenger to seek advice. This was inconsistent with her performance in the dream. He did not know whether Auror was subject to other restrictions or there was a problem with Hela. Not long after, the "magician" lady replied with only one simple line of words: "Based on the intelligence we have so far, Hela is trustworthy." Phew…Lumian felt relieved and began to write a letter to Ms. “Hela”. In the letter, he frankly pointed out Aurore's abnormality and asked if she had missed any letters. Lumian, who was already very skilled, slightly adjusted the altar, replaced the hydrosol and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver. Looking at the pale flames burning quietly in the eye sockets of the skull, "Arsonist" Lumian could feel the danger lurking in the other party more than ever before. This is not much different from the feeling that Ms. Magician's puppet messenger gave him! The silver skull bit the letter and returned to the thick darkness around it. Lumian was not in a hurry to clean up the "altar" and waited patiently. Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly there was a letter on the wooden table in front of him, but he didn't notice it until the end. Of course, this was an improvement over the past few times when he had had a hunch after the sterling silver skull had placed the letter. Lumian unfolded the letter and quickly read it under the two yellowish candles on the altar: "I haven't received any mail from 'Muggles' since February of this year. “I know that one-sided statements lack credibility, but if you recall carefully, you should be able to find some details that can support this matter. "I suspect that some force has influenced Muggle, causing her to give up asking me for help for some reason. In fact, if she had written to me before the disaster broke out, I should have been able to arrive earlier than the official Beyonder and have a certain chance of saving Muggle and preventing the disaster.
"Many times, writing letters to communicate does not allow us to generate inspiration, nor does it allow us to have a more extensive and in-depth discussion. I will be in Trier soon. If you are willing, we can arrange a time and place to meet and talk in detail about your sister's experience and the disaster in Cordu Village. At that time, I may be able to provide you with some useful advice." Lumian pondered for a few seconds and remembered a detail from his dream: Aurore tried to summon Hela's messenger but ultimately did not do so, fearing that she would trigger the loop and cause Koldu Village to restart frequently. This should symbolize that she has given up summoning Hela's messenger in reality, or has tried but failed for some reason. After realizing this, Lumian responded to Hela's suggestion: "No problem. When you get to Trier, we'll agree on a time and place." After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and cleaning up the altar, Lumian saw that it was getting late, so he quickly washed up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. The next morning at six o'clock, he woke up naturally and heard the church bells ringing. Lumian first went to the bathroom, and then as usual, he did a morning run along familiar areas such as the chaotic streets and market avenues to completely wake up his body. During this process, he also found an empty spot in the square outside St. Robert's Church and practiced martial arts for nearly an hour. As Lumian was returning to the Golden Cockerel Inn, eating meat pies and drinking sour wine, he passed by the Suchit Steam Train Station. There are new vendors selling photos of "street preppy beauties". With a quick glance, Lumian saw Baron Brinell. The Savoy leader, who wore a diamond ring and a mahogany pipe, was still dressed like a gentleman, with a half-high silk hat on his head, and was not accompanied by any thugs. He was holding a child of seven or eight years old, coming out of the steam train station, crossing the square and walking towards the carriage parked on the side of the road. The child was wearing a caramel-colored jacket with brass buttons, a black and white checkered shirt and a linen jacket underneath, black strapless leather shoes and white socks, and on his back was a dark red hard school bag that looked quite heavy. He has blond hair and brown eyes, a strong body, obvious baby fat on his face, and a simple and honest temperament. "Baron Brinell's child? He usually lives in the provinces and comes to Trier for the summer vacation? No wonder he doesn't feel so close to him..." Lumian muttered a few words, retracted his gaze, and continued his walk. ………… No. 11, Quanshui Street, in the gray-white three-story villa belonging to Gardner Martin. Lumian arrived in the Breeze Ballroom's exclusive carriage and walked through a hall filled with various weapons and various types of armor, and arrived at a room filled with bookshelves. Gardner Martin, who had a friendly temperament, deep facial features and brown eyes, was sitting in a chair at the back of the study. In front of him stood "Mouse" Christo, who was short, had gray-black hair, dark blue eyes and a mustache, and "Giant" Simon, who was over meters tall, with light yellow hair close to his head and an unusually tight black suit. Noticing Lumian walking into the study, "Giant" Simon and "Mouse" Christo both half turned around and looked at their colleague. The "giant" Simon looked wary and dissatisfied, and raised his head unconsciously. He felt that Charles, who was able to kill "Hammer" Eit, should not be underestimated, but he also believed that he was definitely stronger than that idiot and would not necessarily lose to Charles. "Mouse" Crystal himself did not have any obvious emotions, but the right pocket of his dark brown jacket suddenly moved, as if it contained a living thing. Crystal put his right hand in his pocket, and his expression suddenly changed. There was a hint of fear in his gaze towards Lumian, and an ingratiating smile unconsciously appeared on his face. This... Lumian was a little uncomfortable with it.
After a little thought, he suspected that it was the "rat" Christo who used the thing in his pocket to "see" that he had been promoted to Sequence 7 and became an "arsonist." In comparison, the "giant" Simon's intuition is obviously not strong, and he lacks a keen sense of subtle changes in his colleagues. "Good morning, Boss." Lumian greeted Gardner Martin in a very spirited and proactive manner. A few days ago, he told the Savoy Party leader that he had taken the magic potion and was promoted to "arsonist". Gardner Martin nodded slightly, his eyes moving from Lumian's face to "Mouse" Christo and "Giant" Simon. After nearly ten seconds, he spoke in a low voice: “I have a task for you. "At twelve o'clock noon sharp, go to a certain place in Trier underground to get something and bring it to Fountain Street." Mission? Lumian's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he smelled the scent of a trap. As an extraordinary person who has just joined the Savoy Party not long ago, he should still have a long way to go in terms of trust between him and Gardner Martin. Why would they arrange for him to join this crucial matter that must be kept secret? As his thoughts raced, Lumian came up with two guesses: Cannon fodder, or a test. (End of this chapter)