Chapter 506 "The Confessor" Franka tried five times, changing five different spiritual creatures, and all of them were successful in summoning, but not a single spiritual creature was willing to sign a contract with her and become her messenger. This was a "huge" blow to her, and she became a little dazed and showed her loss and frustration without any concealment. However, she was still rational and did not insist on trying again. She summoned the remaining twenty-four spiritual creatures. The current situation is very telling: If you can succeed, you will succeed in the first two or three times! Janna glanced at the lost Franca: "Try again when you reach a higher sequence." "When I reach a higher sequence, I might be able to use mirrors and the world in the mirror to transmit messages. Why would I need a messenger?" Franka muttered, "Why aren't there any spirit creatures who would be seduced by the charm of the 'witch' and voluntarily become messengers?" Lumian smiled and said: "I saw something similar in the previous information about spiritual creatures. Do you want to give it a try?" Franka only said that she would not admit defeat, but in reality she was very clear-headed. Upon hearing this, she cursed: "Forget it, forget it. This spirit creature must be very dangerous. All I can think about is dragging the 'witch' into the spirit world. Sending a letter will help me turn my friend into an enemy." Seeing that she had calmed down, Anthony Reid, who was also a novice in ritual magic, began his own attempt.
He also tried five times, failed to summon twice, and failed to sign the contract three times. "It seems that I can't have a messenger for the time being." Anthony smiled slightly bitterly. This calmed Franca down a lot: She wasn't the only one who failed. "Which one do you want to summon?" she asked Lumian curiously. “The coolest one.” Lumian nonchalantly consecrated the ritual silver dagger again and created the “Spiritual Wall” once again. Looking at the burning candle, he took two steps back and said alternately in Ancient Hermetic and Hermetic: "I! "I call in my name: "A creature that roams in the upper world, a penitent who awakens from the flames of pain, a friendly person tainted by darkness." This summoning spell is the most unique one among the information given by Ms. "Magician" this time. First of all, it is not "spirits roaming in the upper world", but "creatures roaming in the upper world", which means that the target is not limited to spirits. Secondly, the following two paragraphs describe both encounters and characteristics. Lumian thought its temperament and style were quite good and planned to try it first. After all, all he wanted was a creature that could deliver messages and travel through the spirit world, so he didn't care about other situations. In that case, why not choose the coolest one? As the spell was recited, the candle flame suddenly expanded and turned dark green, almost black. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and a figure emerged. It was a tall "human" wearing clothes similar to the robes of the clergy of the Church of the Eternal Sun, but in dark black. His exposed face, neck, and arms seemed to have been burned by flames for a long time, leaving only bones and a thin layer of charred flesh clinging to the bones. His eye sockets were completely empty and dark, with dark flames acting as pupils. Strange black flames as sticky as water remained in many places on his body. They were burning silently, causing his soul to be in constant pain. Lumian looked at the "Confessor" and asked in ancient Hermetic: "Will you be my messenger?" The Confessor replied in the ancient Feysac language, the source of the languages of the countries in the northern continent: "If you are not worried about being implicated by me and slowly sliding into the depths of darkness, then I can help you deliver the letter." No reward, but there are hidden dangers? Since the "Magician" lady gave the "Confessor" information, it means that I can afford it... Lumian, who was too lazy to worry about the "debt" of mysticism, smiled and said: “It depends on whether you and the darkness can win the tug-of-war.
"No problem. I was mentally prepared for this before I summoned you." This time, he used the ancient Feysac language to communicate with the other party. After all, it was quite troublesome to speak so many words in the ancient Hermes language that could leverage the power of nature. Soon, he drew up the contract and wrote the four mystical descriptions representing the witnesses of the underworld. Under the illumination of the ancient Hermetic words burning with green flames, Lumian fixed the summoning spell in the form of clauses: "A creature that roams in the upper realm, a penitent who awakens from the flames of pain, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Lumian Lee." Lumian did not use a code name like Janna and the "Knight of Swords". After all, people who knew his messenger did not necessarily need to know that he was the Minor Arcana card of the "Tarot Club" - this was the self-cultivation of a senior undercover agent, and it did not matter if the name Lumian Lee and his corresponding origins were known to others. After writing his name, he saw the yellow-brown parchment fly to the "confessor" in black robes. The "Confessor" signed his name: Bayinfer. The pale green flames suddenly merged into one, turning the contract into ashes and merging into the spirit world. "What exactly are you confessing?" Lumian curiously asked his messenger, "Confessor" Bayinfer. Bayinfel did not answer, but watched in silence as a black flame as sticky as water fell from his body and penetrated into the soil. Lumian asked several more questions, but the other party remained silent. "Very good, all barbers should learn from you." Lumian laughed and ended the summoning. After he removed the "Spiritual Wall", Franka looked at him with a sad face: "Successed the first time?" "It worked in one try." Lumian showed no joy, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. "Why, why are Anthony and I not welcomed by the creatures in the spiritual world? Why?" Franca sighed but couldn't let it go. It has to be said that the charm of the "Witch of Joy" is quite great. Seeing Franka like this, the "ascetic monk" Lumian wants to walk up to her, raise his right hand, and tap her on the forehead. Makes people want to bully! He thought for a moment and said: "I think I understand the reason now. Becoming a Minor Arcana of the Tarot Club only increases our chances of successfully summoning special spirit creatures. Even a 'psychologist' like Anthony has succeeded several times in his first ritual magic. "But if you want to be favored, recognized, or obeyed by special spiritual beings, you either have to have a higher status, or have a special path, or have something substantial related to Mr. Fool, such as Janna's lucky gold coin and Mr. Fool's power in me." At this point, Lumian suddenly had an association: If this is the reason, then does the "Knight of Swords" who also has a messenger have something similar? "So that's how it is!" Franca swept away her decadence and regained her confidence. It’s not that there’s something wrong with her, she just lacks some “props”! She then looked at Janna, hesitating whether to borrow the lucky gold coin to complete the messenger contract. In the end, Franca gave up this idea, because there is a big difference between "one's own" and "borrowed" in mysticism. If she let Janna give it directly and then give it back in the future, she was afraid that she would not have the opportunity and would not be able to afford it. Huh... Franca let out a breath and was about to ask Lumian when and how he planned to leave Trier, but she found that her companion was inexplicably silent and looked a little depressed. "What's wrong?" Franca asked with concern. "Nothing." Lumian shook his head. It just occurred to him that Aurore had once longed for a messenger.
Anthony glanced at him without saying anything, while Janna mentioned the request of the Purifier Deacon Angouleme and asked Lumian whether he wanted to sell the "Arrogant Armor" to the authorities. Lumian was silent for two seconds, then laughed softly: "Let's wait for a while." Although the "Arrogant Armor" is dangerous, it is also very powerful and can threaten all extraordinary people who have not opened the door of demigod. If you need to wear it to have a chance to kill "Loki" and other core members of "April Fools' Day", Lumian will wear it without hesitation and is willing to bear all the consequences for it. Until all those bastards are killed, or until his own strength reaches a point where the "Armor of Pride" is no longer needed, Lumian will not give up this Sealed Artifact just because of the danger. "Okay." Franka asked, "You're leaving Trier tomorrow? By ship, by steam train, or by asking the 'magician' lady for the coordinates of the spirit world and 'teleport' directly there?" Lumian smiled: "It's possible, we'll decide tomorrow. "Let's see what fate has in store." "How come you learned something so weird..." Franka muttered. ………… After bidding farewell to his three companions, Lumian put on the silver-white "lie" ear clips, adjusted his hair color and appearance, walked along the market avenue into the chaotic streets, and came to the underground bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel. This place didn't seem to be affected by last night's disaster. The guests who often came to drink were still sitting in their familiar seats, singing loudly, dancing around the small round table, or playing some gambling games with wine as prizes. Charlie, wearing a black coat, stood at one of the small round tables, waving a bottle of beer and saying cheerfully: “You may not know that Charles Dubois and I are friends. We are not the kind of friends who have had a few drinks together, but friends who have experienced life and death together! "Look, look, his reward has now been updated to 6 Felgin! What a huge sum!" You seem quite proud of me... Lumian chuckled, sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of absinthe. He listened to the noise here, felt the excitement here, and quietly sipped the bitter liquor. Pavar Nissen, the boss who was wiping his wine glass, saw that it was a new face and asked with a smile: "New to the market area?" "Yes." Lumian replied in a low voice. Pavard Nissen said gently: “You seem to have quite a story.” Lumian sighed, took a sip of the dreamy "Green Fairy", and laughed at himself: “I’m a loser…” (End of this chapter)