Chapter: 365

Aosta. Trull said in a hoarse and slightly magnetic voice: "Witchcraft is a taboo, witchcraft is a curse, and I will not provide help at will."

"What do I need to do?" Lumian asked anxiously.

Aosta said in a low voice: "The principle of witchcraft is equal exchange. You first tell me what help you want."

Lumian resisted the urge to be mocking and provocative, and his expression became painful: "I lost all my relatives, I feel abandoned by this world, I can't sleep every night, every night, I want to forget these things , start your life anew.”

Aosta. Trull observed Lumian's expression and found no falsehood.

He nodded slightly: "I have also lost a lot, it is the curse brought by witchcraft, I can understand your feelings and thoughts.

"But it's hard to forget the pain."

"Okay..." Lumian sighed long, turned around, and was about to leave.

Aosta quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, it's hard, it doesn't mean there's no way."

"Really?" Lumian turned his head abruptly, with excitement written all over his face.

Aosta nodded slightly and said, "No." Lumian shook his head.

Aosta glanced at the burning bonfire and explained briefly: "There is a muddy spring in a certain ossuary in the catacombs. It is called the Samaritan Woman's Spring, also known as the Fountain of Forgotten, the Fountain of Forgotten , as long as you drink it, you can completely forget all the pain.

"Many corpses there are singing, singing 'Drink the water of happiness and oblivion, and forget the original pain'."

"I can help you get it, but the principle of equivalent exchange cannot be violated. You need to give me 100 Felkin."

Lumian listened carefully at first, but the dislocation of the price made him feel funny.

So the precious spring water can't compare to the two months' salary of an apprentice waiter?

Lumian widened his eyes, rushed to Aosta's side, pressed his shoulder and said, "Really?"

Aosta pushed his palm away and nodded calmly: "This is a wizard's promise."

"Okay, okay!" Lumian replied excitedly, "But I didn't bring so much money, so I'll go back now and come here to find you tomorrow?"

Aosta nodded in satisfaction: "No problem."

Lumian thanked repeatedly, took the calcium carbide lamp, and left the area excitedly.

When he was out of Aosta's sight, he restrained his smile, raised his right palm, and took a light sniff of the less obvious perfume.

Before arriving at the observatory area, he sprayed some low-quality perfume on his right hand, just now deliberately touching Aosta's body.

All the way back to the ground, Lumian sat behind the pillar, hid his figure, and waited patiently.

The sky was getting dark, and when dusk was approaching, he smelled the faint and familiar scent of perfume.

Lumian was not in a hurry to follow, and it took a while before he walked out of the hiding place, following the little smell left by Aosta, he was so far away that he could hardly see the other party's figure behind him.

Carriages passed by his side, and exaggerated mechanical creations appeared from time to time.

Because, this is so common, all kinds of antique dresses emerge in endlessly.

Aosta. Trull was obviously more cautious. From time to time, he would suddenly turn his head and look behind him to see if there was anyone acting suspiciously, but Lumian was far away from him, so far that neither side was within sight of each other.

Relying on the residual, very faint smell of inferior perfume, Lumian followed all the way, and followed Aosta through one street after another.