Chapter: 374

"Did I get my 'Gift' through stealing, lacking some mystical knowledge, or other 'Dancers' can only attract weird creatures similar to themselves, plus the fact that the 'Dance of Encouragement' comes from a hidden existence, there will be no problems under normal circumstances?" Lumian pondered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it might be himself.

He thinks that the pollution status in his body is very high, even if he is sealed, he can occasionally absorb strange and dangerous things.

"Fortunately, pollution is also a form of protection..." Lumian exhaled, put away "Fallen Mercury", lit the iron-black calcium carbide lamp and sat down at the wooden table, flipping through Aurora's notes.

Looking at mystic notes from the back to the front is a very painful thing. He lacks the corresponding knowledge reserves and feels that he is illiterate from time to time, so he has to take out Aurora's earliest notes and make up for the corresponding symbols and mystic meanings.

But Lumian couldn't calm down and learn from the front to the back. He thought that there was really important information hidden in Aurora's witchcraft notes, and it must be in the content of the last year or two. Anomalies gradually appeared, and the time when the shepherds began to "hunt".

After fighting against the knowledge called "Lightning Technique" for nearly two hours, Lumian declared his failure and decided to continue tomorrow night.

He washed up a bit and lay down on the bed.

Thinking of the weird creature that was recruited just now, Lumian worriedly placed "Fallen Mercury" next to the pillow to prevent problems before they happen.

Before leaving Kordu Village, he had inspected the silver-black evil dagger, and confirmed that its fate was to "suffer from the fire" in exchange for it from the flame monster.

The darkness gradually deepened, but there was no peace in the chaotic streets. Singing, shouting, cursing the singer, fighting, chasing, coughing, crying, and moving, one after another, as if playing a symphony of the night.

Lumian was used to the noise, and even felt that it made him feel alive.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, the bells of the church in the distance rang, just like the village of Kordu, Lumian woke up on time, unwilling to open his eyes.

After a few minutes, he turned over and sat up, inserting "Fallen Mercury" back into his waist.

He had messy dreams all night, nothing special happened.

"Did I think too much?" Lumian muttered.

He immediately opened the door, walked into the nearest bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror with the morning light outside the window. Compared with the same moment yesterday, he has not changed in any way.

The color and extensions on the hair are external things, and will not reset with his physical state. Lumian bent down and brushed his teeth.

While he was cleaning his mouth, out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie walk in.

"Don't you live on the 5th floor?" Lumian spat out the mouthwash and turned to ask Charlie.

Charlie changed into a yellowed white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He yawned and said, "Can you believe it? Those guys got up before 6 o'clock, and the bathroom on the 5th floor was full of people!"

He smiled immediately: "My favorite is the bathroom on the second floor, do you know why? It's clean!

"Although that bastard Laurent has high eyebrows and doesn't know how to help his mother at all, he still has advantages. He loves to clean very much. As long as he is in the apartment, he will clean the room every day, and clean the bathroom by the way, haha, right? The toilet is dirty, so he won't be able to poop?"

It turned out that he was cleaning... Lumian was a little surprised for a moment.

The young man named Laurent left him with the impression of indifference, arrogance, well-dressed, self-important, inconsiderate of his mother's situation, not at all like someone who would come to clean the bathroom.

Lumian thought it was because the other residents on the second floor couldn't bear the miserliness of the landlord, so they cleaned the frequently used areas by themselves.

Seeing Charlie's tired face as if he hadn't slept all night, Lumian asked with a smile, "Did you go to City Wall Street last night?"

Wall Street is Trier's famous red light district.

"Empty?" Lumian helped to think of an adjective.

"Yes yes yes!" Charlie walked to the toilet and pulled off the belt.