Chapter: 357

Aurora's dark witchcraft notebooks were lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

On the way to Trier, Lumian had roughly checked them, and found nothing suspicious. After all, Aurora is not a person who likes to write a diary and record moods and various trivial matters. Her witchcraft notes are really just notes, full of various mystical knowledge, and copied many spells, symbolic patterns, and material selection principles.

It may be that Aurora likes to keep accounts. Most of these spells are marked with when and where how much money or what things were exchanged.

This let Lumian know that there should be multiple interest groups under the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Association". She also participates in the exchanges of other groups from time to time, for example, she got some occult knowledge and spells from "April Fool's Day".

Since these notes seem to be fine, Lumian can only continue to pursue the truth from the two aspects of receiving treatment from a psychologist and finding the curate and Mrs. Pouaris.

Of course, he also knew that my sister would never mention the notes for no reason at the last moment, and there must be some important information she wanted to convey hidden in it.

Looking at the dark notebooks, Lumian decided to start tonight and study the things recorded by her sister in reverse order.

After simply packing his luggage, Lumian heard his stomach growling.

He stood up and looked at the window. Through the glass at dusk, he vaguely saw his own appearance: his hair was dyed blond and grew a little longer. His facial features were not treated too much, but with a white shirt, black vest, dark formal suit and indifferent expression, he suddenly matured for several years, even the curate Guillaume. When Bene met, he should only feel familiar.

Lumian patted his face, allowing a smile to appear little by little, then opened the door and walked out.

The basement of the Golden Rooster Hotel is open.

A small bar that can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.

As soon as Lumian walked in, he saw a man. Jumping to the small round table, holding a beer, he said to four or five guests around: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, listen to me! I experienced an incredible thing the day before yesterday!

Just looking at the light of a few gas lamps on the wall, Lumian found that the man was very young, about 22 or 3 years old, with short light brown hair and no beard. His face was particularly rosy because of drinking alcohol. .

He was wearing a linen-colored shirt, black trousers, and lace-up leather shoes. He was not short, at just over 1.7 meters tall, but his arms and legs were surprisingly short, making him look like he was less than 1.6 meters tall.

At this time, he waved his short arms and spit and said: "There is. How incredible? Let me tell you, it changed my view of faith. As a believer in the god of steam and machinery, I am going to convert to Eternal Blazing Sun! Listen, how amazing is it. Isn't it?

"Can you imagine that I was hungry for five full days before?? I lost my job and was fired by the milk jerk manager. I didn't find a job until I spent all my savings." I was hungry for five full days, only Lying in bed, very weak, almost dying, do you know what it feels like to be dying? Oh, may God bless you never to know.

"I was like, I can't die like this, I'm here to get rich, I have to do something, and then I saw a portrait of Saint Viève on the wall." Yes, I climbed hard Get up, get down on your knees, and pray to St. Viève for help. At that time, I was still a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but what can't a starving man do? And, anyway, it won't Is there any harm!" Just five minutes after I finished praying, a friend of mine came to visit me and found out my difficult situation. He didn't have much money, but he reminded me that I had rented a kerosene lamp to use at night, and the deposit was 35 coppes, a whole 7 ricks!

"God, I actually forgot about it. I asked my friend to help me return the kerosene lamp. I bought bread with the refunded deposit and bought half a liter of bad wine. The bread was cold and wet, as if putty had been sprinkled on it. The wine was a little sour, very weak, but it was the best meal I've ever had. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm alive again!"

St. Viève is a female angel mentioned in the scriptures of the "Eternal Sun" church. The only one is one of the patron angels of the city of Trier—the other two belong to " A great figure in the history of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church and Intis.

Lumian walked towards the bar while watching the young man's small blue eyes brighten with excitement.

The bartender was about thirty years old, with a dark brown beard around his mouth, but not too thick, and his hair of the same color was tied into a ponytail in an artistic manner.

Lumian sat down on a high stool and asked with a smile, "Is he telling the truth?"

"Who knows?" The bartender shrugged his shoulders. "You should have heard a proverb: It is better to believe in a snake than to believe in a Lim. Charlie is from Lim. Lim Province and Leston Province belong to the south, and their accents are similar. , but closer to Lemburg, is the Mountain Province.

The blue eyes of the bartender said with an obvious smile: "Your feeling is correct, that proverb is longer than you imagined: It is better to trust a Limu than to trust a Loenian, trust a Limu, You might as well trust a snake, but never trust an Archipelago.

"If that's what he's actually been through, he's not aware that it's not a picture of Saint-Viève that's stuck up in his room.

"Whose is that?" Lumian asked amusedly.

The bartender tried hard to control his laughter: Charlie lived in room 504, and the previous tenant often went to the Wall Street in the Red Princess district. In the room, one of the most famous prostitutes in Trier, Suzanne, was posted in the room. Matisse. "Think about it, think about it, Charlie thought he was praying to an angel for help, but he was actually praying to a prostitute, and he thought he had changed his luck, got rid of hunger, and got a new job. How ironic it is!

"Yes." Lumian agreed deeply.

This is a plot that he can't even make up. The reality is sometimes even more outrageous than the story.