Lumian nodded and asked: "You said you have a high level of inspiration?"
Aosta was in a daze for a moment, gradually showing an expression of fear and fear.
He paused for a while before saying: "This should be a characteristic of the "Secret Prayer". I can sense the unknown creatures hidden in the depths of darkness, and I can also detect that the real world is surrounded by a thick curtain. Behind the curtain They are pairs of eyes looking at us without emotion..."
At this point, Aosta gasped.
Lumian did not urge him, waiting for the fake wizard to calm down on his own.
After nearly a minute, Aosta took a long breath and said: "It's okay in the market area and the observatory area. In Trier Underground, I can often feel the end of certain roads, places that are invisible to my eyes. , there is some kind of creature calling me, asking me to come over.
"I don't know what I will end up like if I really go into those darkness."
A very good occult sensor... On the one hand, Lumian laughed at himself for the "Hunter's" spiritual vision, but on the other hand, he felt that the "Secret Prayer" was not as useless as Aosta said.
Aosta continued: "Sometimes, when I see tourists entering the catacombs holding white candles, I have some almost delusional thoughts, thinking that this is a ritual and a connection with some hidden existence. A wonderful connection has been made to help the corresponding tourists not to be swallowed by the darkness and not to be taken away by the dead."
Lumian was quite surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "In a mystical sense, the 'Secret Prayer' is very powerful...but he is not good at fighting..."
According to Aosta's description, he suspected that having to hold a lit white candle to enter the catacombs was really a ritual, designed to allow visitors to avoid various dangers hidden there.
The tomb administrators should know this very well, but in order to make money, they not only say nothing, but also encourage the people above to include visiting the underground tombs as a tourist item.
Thinking of this, Lumian remembered something that his sister Aurore often lamented: "Money alienates people."
I don't know who can bring about alienation in people at a lower level, potions, gifts or money... Lumian muttered silently with a teasing attitude.
He turned to ask Aosta: "Did you sense any danger hidden in the darkness in the market area?"
Aosta's expression changed several times, and he said in a low voice: "I dare not get close to the burned house in the Honest Market."
On the edge of the Honest Market, near White Coat Street, there is an uninhabited house that was burnt black due to a fire. The councilors in the area have been calling for it to be demolished and converted into a commercial building, but for some reason, the corresponding The bill never received the attention of the city hall, so that more than ten years later, the six-story building that looks like a scar on the city still stands in place.
I didn't feel much when I passed by in the morning... Lumian turned sideways and walked towards the door: "I will come to visit you again. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Aosta, who had bandaged his shoulder wound, smiled and said: "No matter what, I will give you an answer.
After leaving Aosta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, ducked into the shadow of the stairs leading to the rooftop, and silently stared at the closed wooden door.
After nearly half an hour, after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the other party, he took the "Little Trier" and slowly walked down the stairs.
At this point, he finally heard his stomach growling.
Looking at the barricade in front of him which was piled with stones, logs, clay tablets and debris, but with a road cleared in the middle, Lumian found a bakery nearby and bought half a kilogram of croissant horns for 3 Ricks. bread.
He also tried Trier's unique juice soda.
The liquid was bubbling, and the redcurrant syrup dispersed like clouds as it melted into it, worth 13 copets.
If you return the soda bottle, 3 kopecks will be refunded.
...
Chaotic streets, "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Before Lumian entered the bar in the basement, he heard the sounds of frolic and noise.
At night just after nine o'clock, nearly twenty people crowded into the small space. They were either sitting in front of the bar or drinking around a few small round tables, but they all turned their attention to the bartender.
The bartender with a ponytail and an artistic temperament was introducing the machines placed on the bar to an unfamiliar male customer:
"This is called the Fool's Test, which can test your intelligence.
"Would you like to try it?"
The male customer wearing a dark jacket asked quite emotionally: "How to try it?"
The bartender pointed to the exposed rubber hose with a serious expression: "Blow air here until bubbles pop out of the glass jar.
"Whether bubbles can be blown out and how big they can be blown are related to the final test results."
The male customer didn't hesitate, picked up the rubber hose and started blowing.
When the light green bubbles popped up in the glass jar above the machine, everyone in the bar stood up, applauded wildly and shouted happily: "Welcome, you idiot who is stupid enough to bubble!"
The male guest was stunned at first, and then his face turned red when he figured out the reason.
He glared at the bartender fiercely, then looked at the nearly twenty guests, finally restrained his anger, and muttered: "It's really interesting. This prank is really interesting. I'm going to bring a few friends to try it tomorrow."
Is this the role of friends? Lumian sneered secretly, pulled up a high stool and sat down, and said to the bartender: Give me a glass of fennel absinthe. "
The bartender showed a friendly smile: "I'll buy you a drink. Your machine is great. Many people have heard about its magic and come here to drink. My business has doubled than before.
"By the way, my name is Pavard Nissen. I am the owner of this bar and an amateur painter. What do you call me?"
"Char." Lumian did not hide his smile.
Once again he felt the difference between Trier and the villagers of Kordu.
In the village of Kordu, anyone who encounters such a prank will only think of finding an opportunity to beat them back. However, on the premise that they are unable to retaliate for the time being, the citizens of Trier like to find new "victims" to see if they are fooled. , to eliminate the pain of being hurt.
"You have a very good mind and are better at playing pranks than many people in Trier." For Pavard Nissen, a native bartender, such praise is the highest praise.
He then pushed the slender goblet filled with light green psychedelic liquid to Lumian.
Lumian took the absinthe and took a sip. He felt that the faint bitter taste stimulated some nerves and made him feel alive.
He closed his eyes and felt for a while and said: "I have a few friends who came to Trier earlier than me, but I don't know their contact information. Is there a way to find them?"
Pavar Nissen wiped his wine glass: "If you are particularly rich, go to Trier Daily and place a missing person advertisement. If you don't have much money, go to a bounty hunter or an intelligence dealer to see if they are willing to accept such a commission. If you don't have much money, go back." Room to sleep. Maybe one day, you will meet your friends while walking on the street."
"Do you have a good introduction? A trustworthy bounty hunter or intelligence dealer?" Although Lumian has no money worries for the time being and may receive "donations" from well-wishers at any time, he is really not the one to seek out advertisements in major newspapers. If you can afford it, it’s at least 3,000 Firkin. Newspapers with small circulation are cheap, but they have no effect.
Moreover, the parish priest Guillaume Benet and Madame Poialis do not know how to read newspapers, so this will definitely alarm them.
Pawar nodded and said: "Anthony Reed lives in Room 5 on the 3rd floor of the hotel. You can visit him tomorrow.
"He was originally a retired soldier and later became an intelligence dealer. He has a good reputation."
Lumian memorized the corresponding room number and name, raised the absinthe, shook it slightly, and greeted the bartender.
...
Back in room 207, Lumian did not allow himself to rest.
After closing the tattered curtains, he danced the "Dance of Photography" in the cramped environment.
He wanted to see what kind of strange creatures he could attract in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and on the streets, so as to prepare for possible attacks, pursuits, or proactive raids.
According to Aosta, except for the burned-out building, there are no particularly dangerous places in the market area, and it is quite far away from the chaotic streets. It is impossible to be affected by the "Dancer" who is only equivalent to Sequence 9. After all, this is not a science. The ruins of Erdu Village do not have the power of destiny that pervades every place.
After excluding the more dangerous ones and the parts that cannot be captured by the "Dancer" character, Lumian believes that even if the strange creatures that appear later are stronger than himself, it will be almost impossible to force themselves onto his body - The blue-black symbols representing the great existence and the black thorn pattern from fate are enough to scare them and prevent them from acting rashly.
In the sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted dance, Lumian's spirituality combined with the force of nature spread out to the surroundings, very hidden.
Not long after, he felt eyes staring at him, and several transparent or blurry figures floated around the room.
Some of them resemble human beings and seem to belong to the remaining obsessions after death. Some of them are strangely shaped, like bottles or stacked meat balls, which are suspected to come from the corresponding spiritual world.
Lumian didn't recognize any of them and couldn't tell what characteristics and abilities each had.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the tattered curtains.
It is slightly transparent, it is a woman, with long turquoise hair mixed with green leaves, wrapping the body, covering important parts, while the rest of the body is directly exposed with fair and smooth skin, which makes people's hearts beat faster and their thoughts rise when they see it. Lian Lian.
This figure had green eyes, red lips, and a delicate and charming face. Just one glance at Lumian made him inexplicably excited.
