Chapter: 418

After waiting and waiting, nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Lumian still didn't wait for the gang members to have a large-scale conflict.

This disappointed him, who wanted to watch the excitement, and cursed in a low voice: "Aren't you all good, occupying the street without doing anything, and standing there as punishment, you think you have too much time, don't you?"

After thinking about it, Lumian looked at the five-storey off-white building next to him.

He seriously considered whether to find a random room and throw the finished soda bottle between the two groups of people, making them mistakenly think that the leader of the other party sent the signal to start the fight.

That way, Lumian would have something to watch.

Just when he was about to put his ideas into practice, a large number of policemen in black uniforms appeared on both sides of the chaotic street.

The first few rows rode tall brown or black horses, holding shields and sticks, pressing the horse's pace, approaching the gang members step by step.

This brought a great sense of oppression, and many gang members began to waver.

When the Mounted Police charged, the gang members gathered in the chaotic streets scattered, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground.

Lumian just wanted to clap and clap, his heart seeking excitement was greatly satisfied.

Not long after, the chaotic streets returned to their usual hustle and bustle.

Lumian drank the last sip of pomegranate soda, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and entered Room 207.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he recalled the entire process of writing and sending the letter, to see if there were any omissions, so as not to be targeted by the official Extraordinary.

After a while, Lumian sighed in a low voice: "If only I had a messenger, I don't need to be so troublesome."

Unfortunately, couriers are not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Aurora.

So far, Lumian only knows that there are two people who have messengers: one is the "Magician" lady, and the other is "Hella", the vice president of the Curly Brush Research Society mentioned by Auror.

"Hella..." Lumian's expression gradually became serious.

If the Aurora in his dream is really partially affected by the soul fragments, it can be seen that Auror still trusts the vice president of "Hella", and when encountering a problem, he can immediately think of calling the other party's messenger for help.

"I don't know" Hela "doesn't know Aurora's real identity. Did she know that Aurora passed away through that obituary..." Lumian murmured to himself silently.

While he was contemplating, he suddenly thought of one thing: he might actually summon the messenger of "Hella"!

There are only three lines in the summoning spell, and the last line Lumian can be sure is "a messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela", while the first two lines have a fixed format and requirements, and he can always find the right combination as long as he tries a few more times!

Moreover, in this case, even if the previous combinations are wrong. Lumian would not be in any danger, because the description of "a messenger belonging to Hela" ruled out other possibilities.

"Do you want to write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Aurora?"

Lumian was a little embarrassed for a while.

He intends to summon the messenger of "Hella" now!

Although he still doesn't quite trust the vice president of the Curly-haired Buddha Research Association, he doesn't think he is worthy of the other party's covetous value, and Aurora still believed in "Hella" before he was alive.

Lumian walked to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Ms. Hella: "I write this letter to you in a presumptuous manner. I am the younger brother of the "Muggle". I am reluctant to tell you that she has passed away due to misfortune. "This involves a disaster brought by the belief in evil gods, and only me and a few people escaped.

"I'm not sure if you are not interested in this matter, so I won't go into details to avoid wasting your time.

Staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian let out a slow breath and folded the paper.

Then, he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: "A spirit that wanders back into emptiness, a friendly creature that can be driven, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Hela."