Chapter: 417

Lumian sighed silently: "Rabbit" kept a blank expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrank his body.

Because it has no real thickness and weight, the pockets of the clothes are quickly closed without leaving any traces.

After putting the letter in the same pocket, Lumian opened the "Spiritual Wall", took off his gloves, and left Room 207.

He wandered all the way to Market Avenue, near the Sushit steam train station.

At this time, it was just after five o'clock, and many people had not finished their work. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but they were not few. Or carry the luggage and walk to the nearby streets purely on both feet, looking for a temporary place tonight.

Lumian patted his right pocket, pointed to the mailbox dozens of meters away, and said in a low voice, "Did you see that green metal cylinder?"

He immediately felt the vibration of the pocket of his clothes, and the "rabbit" responded in this way.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, "Put the letter next to you into that metal tube.

After finishing speaking, Lumian pinched his temples on both sides and turned on "Spiritual Vision".

He saw the "rabbit" float out, wrapped the "letter for help", passed through the passing crowd, and arrived at the green metal cylinder.

Just when Lumian thought that the "rabbit" would put the letter into the mailbox and successfully complete the task, this guy got in with the letter.

After a moment it escaped from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, where the letter remained.

Lumian closed his eyes and comforted himself: "It's considered to be in it..."

He immediately took the "rabbit" out of Market Avenue, found an empty alley, and told the other party that the summoning was over in Hermes.

This thing is consuming his spirituality every moment.

When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian finally felt relieved.

For Charlie's help, he intends to stop here, and then it depends on how the official Extraordinary will deal with it.

"If it wasn't interesting enough, I wouldn't even bother to help him. Why would I have to fight for him and Susanna Matisse, that weird creature that looks strong at first sight?" Lumian muttered silently.

He immediately laughed a little: in Kordu village, if those vulgar guys knew Susanna. The traits shown by Matisse will definitely ask ambiguously whether to fight on the bed or in the haystack?

Of course, Lumian could be just as vulgar when confronted with them.

On the way back to Luanjie, he found a meat pie shop and bought a "red fish hot beef patty" for dinner.

With the soda peddled by street vendors, Lumian walked through the crowd while eating, avoiding a few hands that quietly reached out to his wallet from time to time.

Compared with Rouen patty, "red fish hot beef patty" is not so greasy. The fish meat is refreshing and delicate, the beef is mellow and crispy, the dough is sweet and chewy, and the fragrance mixed with spices and oils is very layered. The taste made Lumian's taste buds open one by one.

After eating and drinking, he held the glass bottle with a third of the light red liquid, and said with emotion: "No wonder Trier people like meatloaf...

"I will have the opportunity to try the first shop that makes red fish hot beef pies on Richelieu Street in the library district after a while..." Degang meat pies, Periguet meat pies, Tudan cashew pies, bolognese pies...

Drinking pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the chaotic street.

What caught his eyes was a messy scene, those suspected gang members were holding knives and axes, or holding sticks, confronting the street.

Pedestrians moved away one after another, the hawkers withdrew from the chaotic street one by one, and the residents in the houses on both sides closed their windows with a bang.

Lumian didn't go any further, stepped back a few steps, found a pilaster to cover it, and observed the situation ahead with great interest...

After he suspected that Maggot of the Stinger Gang was killed by himself, it aroused the suspicion of several gangs in the market area, and eventually developed into a firefight.