Chapter 315 Tips Although he did not completely believe in Thermipoulos, Lumian was still a little curious about the so-called fate. The last time Thermopylae used the word "encounter", he was referring to the Earth Blood Ore, but this time it can't be the little boy Ludwig, right? This guy is problematic and not normal, but after communicating with him for a while, Lumian confirmed his origins, his IQ and his apparent belief in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom". He did not gain anything in the true sense, nor could he see possible future developments. Unlike the Earth Blood Ore, he knew clearly that as long as he brought it underground and found the correct area, he would have the chance to encounter certain things. Thermiporos's majestic and layered voice once again echoed within Lumian: "You will know when the time comes." “Can’t you guys just speak clearly?” Lumian felt his blood rushing into his head. "I am not a human." Thermiporos answered Lumian's question in the simplest words, "I am a mythical creature." “…” Lumian was almost speechless and forced a sneer. “I doubt whether you, who are sealed, can really glimpse fate and predict the future. Every time you give a very vague answer with multiple interpretations, what’s the difference between you and those amateur players in the divination club? If you have the guts, tell me clearly where my next chance to act will be!” Thermipoulos replied in a deep voice: "Tonight at 11 o'clock, Lister Wharf, Warehouse No. ."
Huh? Lumian didn't expect Thermiporos to actually give a hint. This shocked him, and he reflexively began to have a lot of doubts: “Is the angel of fate so kind? "As a high-ranking 'mendicant monk', he should not be so easily provoked and provoked to interpret fate... “Is there a hidden purpose? "In any case, let's ask Ms. Magician for her opinion first." Lumian made a quick decision, stood up, left the Breeze Ballroom, and walked towards White Coat Street. If he could perform one more simple "arson" on the material level, he would be able to initially digest the potion and consider obtaining the boon of the "Contracted Person". He was inevitably a little anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, he could not relax his guard against Thermipolus. White Coat Street, inside the safe house. Lumian wrote down in detail the story of the little boy Ludwig and Thermipolos's hint on a piece of paper, then set up a ritual to summon the doll-like messenger. While waiting for a reply from the "magician" lady, he flipped through the pile of information on spiritual creatures and discovered that just reading the descriptions of certain knowledge silently would consume a lot of his spiritual energy. Some of the descriptions would even cause him to feel dizzy, nauseous, irritable, headache, burning sensation, and certain hallucinations. This is somewhat similar to what Aurore's witchcraft notes say: "Detailed descriptions of knowledge about gods and certain high-level creatures are inherently highly polluting and extremely dangerous." If all the knowledge about pursuing humans is like this, it would be really terrifying. After listening to it, you may not be yourself anymore, or die on the spot... Lumian had to watch for a while and rest for a while to prevent his mental state from slipping to the brink of danger. After looking at thirty or forty spiritual creatures, he found a familiar face: "'Knowledge Rabbit': “A weak spiritual creature, friendly to humans, with a natural thirst for knowledge, and rarely refuses a call. "Different 'Knowledge Rabbits' have certain differences because of the different knowledge they are exposed to. What they have in common is that they are proficient in multiple languages, can speak and write, have good reading skills, can extract key points from a large amount of knowledge, and can copy very quickly, better than a mechanical typewriter. "Problem: Poor communication skills, dull thinking, and some 'Knowledge Rabbits' have been contaminated by abnormal knowledge and become quite dangerous. If you want to summon them, you must limit them to friendly and weak ones." It turns out that its full name is "Rabbit of Knowledge". When I summon this creature in the future, the direction will be clearer... However, its abilities and characteristics are useless. If I were admitted to university as Aurore expected, "proficiency in multiple languages" and "good reading ability" would be good... The fact that it doesn't describe the speed at which it travels through the spirit world means that it has no value in this regard. It is slow and consumes a lot of spiritual energy... Lumian put down the information, rubbed his temples on both sides, and began his third rest. At this time, the "doll" messenger finally delivered a reply from the "magician": "I am also curious about what will happen to the boy named Ludwig. I am not sure why he went to Trier. It remains to be seen. It may be important. "What you need to do is beware of him, but his existence itself is interesting. "Go ahead. I saw that acting opportunity, too."
Can't you people just speak clearly... After reading the brief reply, Lumian's mouth twitched. However, he could sense that the first paragraph of the "magician" lady's speech did not seem to be a response to him, but more like a condensed reflection of her own thinking process. In other words, the "magician" lady who possesses astrological powers cannot see Ludwig's fate clearly and can only have certain doubts. The fact that she "cannot see her fate clearly" itself can explain a lot of problems. ………… 10:50 pm, outside Warehouse No. , Lister Wharf. Lumian hid in the shadows, waiting for the so-called acting opportunity to come. Not long after, two figures approached the warehouse and came to within five or six meters of Lumian. One of them lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Hector, the accounting firm is coming to audit our accounts tomorrow, what should we do? "Should we find a thief to steal all the account books?" "What's the point? Once they get to the warehouse, they'll know we have a problem. The remaining amount is less than one-tenth of what it should be." Hector's tone gradually became fierce. "Since you're going to do it, why not be thorough and burn the entire warehouse? That way, who will know if there's any problem with the accounts?" I see...Lumian, who listened attentively, probably understood where the opportunity to act was. Seeing his companions hesitate, Hector spoke again: “Fires happen frequently in Trier, and everyone is used to it. Besides, we don’t have to set the fire ourselves. There are many gangsters in the market area. When the time comes, we can give them some money and ask them to leave Trier. "Honoré, there is no time to lose. You must make a decision now." Honoré was silent for a moment, then said fiercely: "Okay! Let's go find Guy now and ask him to come with us!" The two of them quickly walked around the warehouse, checked the specific situation, and then walked towards the entrance to the dock, looking for the colleague named Guy. After walking a few dozen meters, they suddenly felt the sky become brighter and redder, and heard crackling sounds of burning. Honoré and Hector subconsciously turned around and looked behind them, only to see that the area just now was ablaze with flames. The red flames were waving their fangs and claws, leaping upwards and engulfing the buildings. "Fire, fire..." Hector muttered to himself, then his face lit up with joy. "Fire, there is a real fire! Praise the sun, there is a real fire!" Honoré had a similar reaction. He raised his right hand, drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest, and muttered something. After a brief moment of ecstasy, Honoré realized something was wrong. He said in a trembling voice: "It's not the warehouse that's on fire, it's our office!" Their office is a simple gray two-story house a few meters away from the warehouse. There was a blank area between the building and the warehouse with no combustible materials. "..." Hector showed a look of fear and gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go and set the warehouse on fire now!" As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion occurred where the red flames were burning.
The explosion was not very powerful, but the rumbling sound was still heard, attracting the attention of the dock sailors and firefighters. The sounds of "Fire! Fire!" suddenly came one after another, and people began to run in this direction. As the city with the most fires in the northern continent, Trier's firefighters have a very mature process for dealing with similar matters. Seeing this, Hector and Honoré, who had not yet had time to get close to Warehouse No. 3, collapsed on the side of the road, losing all their strength. The pier entrance area. Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed a little red, turned his gaze away from the fiercely burning flames and cast his eyes on the middle-aged man standing next to him: "Mr. Guy, your colleagues are more anxious than you." The man named Guy turned pale and shook his head blankly: "It wasn't the warehouse that was burning..." Albus was silent for a moment, then sneered and said: “I just reminded you that hesitation will only lead to accidents. "You can now consider how to escape. I hope you won't hesitate any longer." Lumian stood beside the simple two-story house, looking up slightly, looking at the exaggerated flames that had devoured the wood and other combustibles and turned into an illusory dragon. His face was reflected in a bright red, and his eyes were full of jumping light. With a smile on his face, he walked towards the fire scene step by step. The purpose of the two men's arson was to burn down the warehouse and destroy the evidence, while the purpose of Lumian's arson was to create noise, draw attention, and let the investigators discover the abnormalities in the warehouse! This is what a qualified citizen should do. A layer of flames immediately rose from Lumian's body, clinging obediently to his clothes and only a little away from igniting. Wearing this flame cloak, Lumian entered the crackling fire. Fire mingled with fire, smoke was repelled, and he passed easily through the building and left the dock in the opposite direction. After this arson, Lumian initially mastered the power of the potion and was able to control it well. He no longer had abnormal symptoms such as burning sensation on the skin and inner anxiety. Although this was still a long way from truly digesting the potion, at least he had adapted to his own state and could withstand further fateful boons. ………… After several counter-tracking attempts, Lumian returned to the safe house on White Coat Street. He was very happy that he could digest the "Arsonist" potion before tracking down the parish priest. He had a smile on his face the whole time. But when he saw the heavy documents with thousands of pages in the metal cabinet, his expression fell a little bit. It would take at least a month or two to finish reading them all! How can we find a suitable contracted creature in such a short time? (End of this chapter)