Chapter: 356

pure land.

Almost at the same time, some of the bedbugs returned to his room. Lumian, who was looking for peace, thought for a while, and probably understood what was going on: he used sulfur to fume the bedbugs into the next room, and the tenant there tried to use The brimstone drove the bugs back.

Lumian couldn't help smiling, bent down to open the suitcase, and took out a pen and paper.

In the strong smell of sulfur, he sat down at the wooden table and began to write a letter: "Dear Ms. Magician: "I have arrived in Trier as agreed. I wonder if you can tell me what I need to do next, which organization to join and how to contact them...

"Are those two psychologists available anytime soon, and when can I get treatment?

"As for Guillaume, Bene and Mrs. Pouaris, I don't know if you have any new clues..."

After writing this short letter, Lumian took out an orange candle she got from her sister's room.

A mix of citrus and lavender fills the air as he spiritually lights the candle.

This made Lumian close his eyes instinctively, and his expression gradually calmed down.

After standing quietly for a minute or two, he took out the ceremonial silver dagger, consecrated, created a "spiritual wall", and dripped essential oils on the candle.

After completing the pre-requisites, Lumian put the "magician" card on the altar.

This is the medium for summoning the courier, which can make the spell directed at Mohu precise and unique.

Lumian took a step back, looked at the slightly hazy orange flame, and said in an ancient Hermes language, "I!"

Immediately, an invisible wind began to swirl in the "Wall of Spirituality", and the light in the room dimmed a bit.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian switched to Hermes and said: "I summon in my name: "The spirit that wanders back into the emptiness, the creature of the upper world that is friendly to humans, and the messenger that belongs exclusively to the 'magician'. "

In the whistling wind, the candle flames were stained with a faint blue color, and the surroundings became gloomy and cold.

Lumian focused on the candle, waiting for the messenger of Ms. "Magician" to appear.

He waited several seconds, and there were no additional changes there.

At this moment, the letter he placed on the altar, that is, on the wooden table, floated up and flew into the air.

Lumian looked up in astonishment, and saw a "doll" of an adult man sitting on the top of the window with withered flowers as high as his forearm.

The "doll" has long blond hair, light blue eyes, pale skin, and a delicate pale gold dress. Its facial features look very real, but slightly exaggerated, quite weird.

In the next second, the letter landed on the "doll"'s smooth and clean hands without skin texture.

"Are you the messenger for Ms. Magician?" "Lumian asked in confirmation.

The "doll" slowly lowered its head, and Lumian's figure was reflected in the light blue eyes without focus and expression.

"Change to a cleaner environment next time!"

As soon as the words fell, the "doll" disappeared with the letter.

Lumian was stunned for two seconds and whispered to himself: Almost at the same time, he saw a large number of bedbug corpses lying on the ground.

There are no more insects in his room.

"This is better than sulfur..." Lumian touched his chin and ended the summoning ceremony.

He cleaned the room habitually, squatted next to the suitcase, and took out the toiletries from it.