Chapter: 710

"It is."

Lumian gave an affirmative answer.

"In fact, I have already established contact with Ms. Hela and summoned her messenger, but I found out today that in Kordu Village, during the disaster, a few of my sister's behaviors were slightly abnormal, and they were suspected to be related to Ms. Hela. I don't know. Do you want to ask her directly?"

Seeing that Lumian still didn't elaborate on the history of the disaster in Kordu Village, nor did he specifically mention what Aurora's abnormal behavior was?

Franka understood what he was thinking, didn't ask, and replied after thinking: "I personally want to believe Ms. Hela. Fuck, you established a relationship with Ms. Hela without saying a word. Well, she is one of the few people in the curly-haired baboon research society who have gone the furthest on the path of God, and she is suspected of the path of the corpse collector. Not only is she willing to share knowledge and knowledge with us, but she will also provide help when she can. , For a large part of us, including me, including your sister, Ms. Hela is a reliable sister, making us no longer so helpless, anxious and hesitant, and we all trust her."

"I see."

Lumian said with a sigh of relief: "I will communicate with Ms. Hela frankly, hoping to find out the real root of the problem."

Having said that, he changed the topic: "Does your Major Arcana know about the existence of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society?"

"I didn't tell her about it. I just said that I joined a secret organization in the form of mutual aid, but she obviously knows the situation of the research meeting."

Franka unconsciously lowered her voice: "I suspect that there are members of the Tarot Society in the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, not just me."

Lumian had no psychological barriers at all, turned around with a smile, waved his hands, and said, "I'm going to summon Ms. Hella's messenger."

"Hey, it's still early, do you want to fight evil for two hours before going back?"

Franka, who doesn't like going to bed early, is looking for entertainment, but Lumian refuses her without hesitation.

Back in Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't rush to summon Hella's messenger, but spread out the paper and wrote another letter to Ms. Magician.

He briefly mentioned the matter of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, and told the demigod that when Auror was awake, she was willing to write anonymous letters and ask the authorities for help, but she didn't seem to call Hela's messenger for advice, which didn't quite match her performance in the dream.

I don't know if it's because Aurora is subject to other restrictions, or there is a problem with Hela.

Not long after, Ms. Magician replied to the letter, with only a very simple line: Judging from the information we have so far, the seas are trustworthy.

Phew, Lumian felt relieved and began to write a letter to Ms. Hela. In the letter, he frankly pointed out Aurora's anomalies, and asked the other party if some letters were missed.

Lumian, who was already very skilled, slightly adjusted the altar, replaced the pure dew and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of sterling silver, looking at the pale flames that were quietly burning in the eye sockets of the skull's head— —[Arsonist].

Lumian could feel the danger contained in the other party more than ever before, which was not much worse than the feeling given to him by the puppet messenger of Madam Magician.

The sterling silver skull bit the letter and returned to the dense darkness around it. Lumian didn't rush to clean up the altar, and waited patiently. As time passed, there were suddenly more letters on the wooden table in front of him, and he didn't realize it until the end. Of course, this was a lot better than before.

He'd had a hunch a few times in the past, after the sterling silver skull had put away the letters.

Lumian unfolded the letter paper and glanced at the two yellowish candles on the altar: "Since February this year, I have not received a letter from Muggles. I know that unilateral rhetoric lacks credibility. , but if you recall carefully, you should be able to find some details that can prove this matter. I suspect that some kind of force has influenced Muggles to make her give up asking me for help for some reason. In fact, if the disaster is complete Before the outbreak, write to me, I should be able to arrive earlier than the official Extraordinary, and it is possible to save the Muggles and prevent the disaster. In many cases, writing and communicating cannot inspire us, and it is difficult for us to be more widely and For an in-depth discussion, I will be in Trier recently. If you want, we can arrange a time and place to meet and have a detailed chat about what happened to your sister and the disaster in Kordu Village. At that time, I may be able to give You provide useful advice."

Lumian pondered for a few seconds, and remembered a detail in the dream. Auror, who tried to summon Hella's messenger, did not do so in the end. She was afraid of triggering the cycle and made Kordu Village restart frequently. This should symbolize her In reality, he also gave up summoning Hela's messenger, or tried but failed for some reason.

After thinking about this, Lumian replied to Hela's proposal: "No problem, we will agree on the time and place when you arrive in Trier."

After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and tidying up the altar, Lumian saw that it was getting late, so he took a quick wash, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, he woke up naturally and heard the church bell ringing.

Lumian first went to the laundry room, and then, as usual, he took a morning jog along the chaotic streets, Market Avenue and other familiar areas to wake up his body thoroughly. In a place where no one was around, he practiced martial arts for nearly an hour.

While nibbling meat pies and drinking sour wine, Lumian passed by the Sushit steam train station when returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel. There were already new vendors selling pictures of beauties on the streets.

With a glance, Lumian saw Sir Brinel Roche, the leader of the Savoyard Party wearing a diamond ring and smoking a mahogany pipe, still dressed like a gentleman.