Chapter 376: Summoning the "Armored Shadow" Again A quarter of an hour later, the "magician" lady replied with a relatively short letter: "The Iron Cross's investigation into the cause of the decline of the Soran family is obviously inconsistent with some of my previous speculations. It seems that what they claim is not necessarily the same as what they actually have. Perhaps they just have some key intelligence that allows them to achieve their desired goals when they have the corresponding conditions, and one of the important conditions cannot be avoided without the Soran family." Lumian felt a little pain in his temples after reading this. The “magician” lady seemed to have said a lot, but the key parts were always vague. He could understand each word, but he couldn’t figure out what they meant when they were put together: What does the Iron Cross actually have and what does it claim to have? Lumian rubbed his forehead and continued reading: "For you, this is both a danger and an opportunity. I am looking forward to investigating the truth behind the decline of the Sauron family. This is a long-term mission that Mr. Fool has given to our Tarot Club, just like the Second Holy Grail contacting the Witch Cult and confirming the status of the Original Witch. Don't worry, take your time. It doesn't matter even if it takes years to complete." “…”Lumian was stunned for a moment. Lumian expected that Franka's Major Arcana card "Judgment" would allow her to contact the Witch Cult, but what a terrifying task it would be to confirm the status of the "Original Witch"? That is a real god! According to what Lumian had learned from various channels during this period, not only could gods not be looked at directly, but it was also very dangerous to know their specific situation. As for those evil gods in the name of fate, it is relatively clear that their existence itself is equivalent to pollution. A long-term mission... a mission that can only be completed after Franka becomes a demigod? Lumian cast his eyes thoughtfully at the last paragraph of the reply: "Your focus should be on this matter. If you need help and have no other options, you can write to me in advance. As for the Aurora Society, you should not participate in other missions. Focus on the Iron Cross. I believe Mr. K can understand."
The task that Ms. Magician gave me before was to join the Aurora Society and gain Mr. K's trust step by step. Her ultimate goal should be to make me a messenger of God. The "Iron Cross" was just a necessary prerequisite for completing this task. Judging from her current tone, the priorities have changed, and the "Iron Cross" will be the main focus... Lumian interpreted a very important signal from this reply letter. Red flames emerged, burning the letter in his hand. Lumian then put on his backpack, put the "torture" gloves in it, and headed straight for White Coat Street. He randomly found a cafe there and had breakfast. It was almost nine o'clock when Lumian banged on the door of Apartment 601. This time, Franca did not complain about being woken up. She looked like she had not slept yet, and her expression was bleak and worried. As soon as she saw Lumian, she scratched her flaxen hair that hadn't been tied into a ponytail yet and said: "You'd never guess that I took on a death mission!" “Confirm the status of the ‘Original Witch’?” Lumian laughed. After feeling that Franka was willing, he no longer worried about her. "How do you know?" Franca asked in surprise. "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie? The lie is from my divination, and the truth is that I just reported the recent situation to my Major Arcana, and she mentioned your choice." Lumian walked to the couch and sat down relaxedly. "Where's Janna?" Franka suddenly realized and said casually: “To the old pigeon coop. "Ever since she got her father's compensation back, she has been obsessed with instigating others. Yesterday, she poached my client and persuaded a female supporting actress whose contract had expired to transfer to a theater in the Memorial Hall area. Well, the income has increased a lot, but you can also raise my salary if you ask for it directly. The recent income of the old pigeon cage is still good." She didn't really blame Janna, because Janna had asked for her opinion in advance and got her permission. She felt that such instruction was good, and leaving a supporting role would give those actors a chance to apprentice, such as Janna and those former dancers. After briefly explaining this matter, Franka sighed and said: "Ms. Judgment only asked me to contact the Witch Cult. Under the premise of controlling my own desires and mental state, I should use their resources to improve myself and pay attention to their movements and grasp their recent plans. When I truly have divinity and become a saint, I will consider confirming the status of the Original Witch. Well, through the movements of the Witch Cult, their recent plans, and the reactions when praying to the Original Witch, I can actually infer some situations." “Aren’t you worried about the mission?” Lumian raised his eyebrows. Franka said "Ah": “I am worried about the mission, but what worries me is that if I do that, I will still be a witch at Sequence 4 and won’t be able to turn back into a man.” “We can wait for Sequence 3.” Lumian said with a relaxed look.
"True, although that would be more difficult." Franka had figured out the matter and turned to ask why Lumian suddenly reported to Ms. "Magician". Lumian briefly mentioned his experience at Red Swan Castle yesterday and Gardner Martin's words, but did not go into specific details. Franka listened carefully, thought for a few seconds and said: "Our current mission combined is to uncover the secrets and movements of the forces related to the Hunter and Witch pathways. "The Tarot Club seems to be very concerned about this matter..." Lumian smiled: “That way we have a chance.” Franka said "hmm" and suddenly remembered something: "How much gold did you command the Count of Puyfur to give you?" “3.” Lumian answered truthfully. Franka's eyes lit up: "How much gold do you have now?" ", and you can add another 6000 at any time." Lumian did not hide it. Franka's smile suddenly became brighter: "Then I'll lend you first, without interest! "We will summon the 'Armored Shadow' tonight and try to figure out some things before the party next week." “You have Fel Gold?” Lumian was a little surprised. He remembered that Franka had spent all her savings to be promoted to "Witch of Pleasure". Franka said proudly: "I got 2 Felkins for helping you deal with Guillaume Bene, and Gardner Martin has been very happy recently, letting me deal with most of the proceeds from the old pigeon cage and those dancers. Hehe, Ms. Judgment also gave me 1 for activities." She's making money no slower than I am... Lumian knows that although the profits earned by the Old Pigeon Cage Theater and those dancers are not as much as those of the Breeze Ballroom, they are definitely not small. If Franka can get most of it, she will have an income of about 20,000 per month. He nodded and said: "Okay, let's go to the same place as last time to hold the summoning ceremony at 11 o'clock tonight." Franka's joy was beyond words: "I will arrange for someone to exchange gold now." ………… Late at night, at Lister Pier, inside the burned building. Franca watched Lumian set up the altar and placed all the gold on it. She did not choose to stay outside the "spiritual wall" and stayed with her companions. Lumian lit the candles one by one, dripped essential oils on them, took a step back and said: “The ‘Fools’ who do not belong to this era; "..." Almost at the same time, Franka began to recite Mr. Fool's honorific name, so as not to be accidentally hurt by the power of the ritual. Soon, amidst the thin mist and surging danger, Lumian recited the last part of the spell:
"I! "In the name of the Great Fool, I call upon: "A spirit wandering in the void, a combination of many shadows, Lumian Lee's contracted creature." In the rising candlelight, an illusory gate covered with mysterious patterns was outlined, and a vague shadow wearing black armor like fish scales walked out. Just like last time, each scale seemed to have a face locked on it, the face of a different creature. It really is fish scale armor... Franca stared at it intently, feeling both excited and nervous. This made her forget the uneasiness that permeated the surroundings and the obvious malice emanating from the "Armored Shadow". Lumian looked at the Armored Shadow and said in Hermes: "I will fulfill the contract and offer you 10 Felgin worth of gold." Frankly speaking, he had some doubts about the 10 Felkins worth of gold, because the exchange rate of Felkins for gold had slight fluctuations. So, he was not sure whether to prepare it according to the exchange price when the contract was signed or based on the current situation. He had to exchange 1000 Felkins worth of gold as a backup. As Lumian finished speaking, the gold bars and gold ornaments on the altar suddenly disintegrated, turning into tiny gold particles that flew towards the mysterious and illusory gate. Most of them fell on the "Armored Shadow", and a few passed through the open illusory door and disappeared. Nearly one-fifth of the surface of the fish-scale-like black armor of "Armor Shadow" slowly turned golden, no longer gloomy and dull, but became sacred and clear. Franca's eyes widened. Some legends and terms from her original world flashed through her mind, and she muttered to herself silently: "Is this, reshaping the golden body?" The golden body in her memory refers to the gold powder or gold foil painted on the surface of the statue, and sometimes it also refers to the special body of a divinity or an accomplished person. The performance of the Armored Shadow is like a tattered statue that has repainted itself with gold powder. When all the gold on the altar disappeared, Lumian felt that the contract had been fully fulfilled. He seized the opportunity and asked in Hermetic language on behalf of Franca: “Where are you from?” The "Armored Shadow" opened his mouth and spoke something in a low, majestic, yet eerie and ethereal voice. However, Lumian didn't understand a word of it and could only watch in bewilderment as the "Armored Shadow" walked back to the illusory gate. When the summoning ceremony was completely over, Lumian turned his head to look at Franca and found that his companion was in a daze, with a slightly frown on his face and a confused expression. His heart moved and he said: "Did you understand Armored Shadow's answer?" Franka nodded slowly: “The language he used was very close to the language of my hometown. "He said..." Franca paused for a moment, then said to herself in confusion and bewilderment: "The Blood Emperor disturbed the underworld, and the underworld people threw themselves into the river." (End of this chapter)