A translucent head slowly emerged from the flames, followed by the entire body.

Roman saw that the figure in front of him was a woman, with an extremely delicate face, a dignified temperament, and a holy one.

However, the clear, purple eyes in her eyes gave her a little more charm.

The lady had extremely long hair, black as ink, and thick strands, long hair that reached the ground like a waterfall.

Roman saw her delicate countenance, her fair neck, and her wearing a bright red ascetic robe, which had a special beauty.

As the black flames in the room faded and the yellow glow lit up, Roman saw the lady in front of him clearly.

Found in the robe below her waist, although partially covered by black hair, it still seemed to be empty, without the presence of legs, she just floated in the air, staring at Roman with a pair of clear, beleading purple eyes, and slowly spoke:

"Are you calling me?"

Roman was a little stunned when he listened, and he was able to communicate directly in words.

It also relieved him a lot from the state of mind that he had just been attracted to the lady, because to Roman's sadness, he found that he couldn't understand what the lady was saying......

I was just laughing at Mr. Messenger Bag......

Roman pondered and noticed that the lady seemed to be speaking something similar to the tone of the dragon's language, but he was not sure.

Seeing that Roman did not react, the lady changed to the language of giants, and said again:

"Are you calling me?"

Whew~ Roman breathed a sigh of relief.

He still understands some of the Giant's language.

Organizing his vocabulary, Roman cautiously spoke in the language of the giants;

"Yes."

"I'm looking for a messenger of my own, I wonder if you're up to it, lady?"

Roman didn't wait for her to speak, and asked expectantly, "How is your speed?" Can I travel to the spirit world to deliver letters? Can you keep the letter safe and private?"

"Yes." A soft, sweet voice rang out, and the lady quickly floated around Roman.

Roman asked earnestly in the unfamiliar language of giants:

"Will you make a pact and be my messenger?"

"Yes." The delicate-looking lady nodded, and continued.

"You're going to make a special hydrosol for me, one bottle a month."

Hydrosol ...... This lady's hobbies are very much in line with the characteristics of spiritual creatures.

"What kind of hydrosol is it? How do I get it?" Roman asked with some caution.

The lady floated to Roman's desk, where the pen and paper seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and she wrote down a recipe.

To make it easier for Roman to understand, she uses the language of giants.

The writing was done, and the recipe floated into Roman's hands.

Roman glanced at it, and with some embarrassment, took out a Giant-language book from his luggage that Tony had given him before leaving, and compared it.

After learning the ancient Hermesian language, Roman felt that the general situation was sufficient, and he was a little slack in learning the language of giants and other languages.

Who would have thought that recruiting a messenger would require a book...... Roman complained in his heart as he flipped through the book.

The lady was nearby, looking at Roman with a strange expression and not speaking.

"Golden Mandala ......"

"Black Mandala ......"

"Night Vanilla ......"

"Pansy ......"

Roman looked at this recipe, almost all of them were relatively common, only one flower from the Southern Continent was relatively uncommon, but it was also a type that could be bought in herb shops and herb shops, the price was not too expensive, and the production process was not too complicated, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Still, Roman cautiously asked:

"How big is the bottle?"

Out of nowhere, the delicate-looking lady pulled out a small bottle, about the size of two thumbs.

"That's it."

Roman nodded heavily; "I don't have a problem anymore."

From Agnis's memory, he knew that when signing a contract with a spirit creature, try to focus on persuasion and communication, and with Crane's way of communicating with Miss Messenger as a demonstration, Roman felt that the needs of the lady in front of him seemed very reasonable, so there was no bargaining.

Besides, I'm still on a monthly basis, and I feel that it's a lot more cost-effective than Crane's mailing method of billing per trip.

"Let's sign a contract."

Seeing that the amazing-looking lady nodded, Roman did not hesitate any longer, holding the "psychic blade" in his left hand, picked up the pen in his right hand, and wrote slowly on the tawny parchment that had been prepared long ago, carefully using the words in the giant's language.

The format and terms Roman had repeated many times from Agnis to make sure there were no mistakes.

The words and sentences are concise, and of course, Roman's Giant's level of language cannot do complex word choice.

The content includes that the messenger cannot discard the letter, cannot peep at the content of the letter, and must not endanger the life of the contractor.

Roman added an additional bottle of hydrosol per month and copied down the detailed recipe.

In order to ensure the validity of the contract, the last part is the honorific name of the deity of the realm to which it belongs.

Roman has previous experience signing with Ms. Tamara and is quite skilled in this area.

Still use the honorific name of the underworld:

"The destination of all death, the hell deep in the spiritual realm, the testimony of the final decay of all things, belongs to the kingdom of death alone."

After writing these four descriptions, the words on the tawny parchment lit up one after another with a green flame, illuminating the gloom all around.

Roman didn't notice the complicated look on the lady's delicate face when he wrote the four lines describing the name of the underworld.

After getting the parchment, Roman put the "psychic blade" on the parchment, and Roman suddenly had an inspiration, and instead of writing his real name, he put on a vest for himself and wrote:

"Mason. Tizzat."

The name is only used to summon here, because the breath itself will enter the contract, so it doesn't matter if you use your real name or not.

Roman thought here that if he needs to hide his identity for something in the future, don't lose his vest because of his real name in the messenger summoning spell.

So he gave himself a pseudonym temporarily.

When Roman had finished signing, the parchment and pen floated up and flew in front of the delicate-looking lady.

She stretched out a fair-skinned hand from under her bright red robe, with slender fingers, and grasped the black pen.

Slowly wrote his name.

"Cecina. Stello."

The dark green flames quickly joined aside, enveloping the tawny parchment and the "psychic blade".

After a few seconds, the parchment turned to dust, and the "psychic blade" returned to Roman's hand.

Lady Cecia stroked the bright red robe, and the figure quickly vanished into the faint flame of the candle.

A soft and sweet voice rang out in the distance:

"Remember to make my hydrosol."

After reaching the contract, Roman could feel a subtle change in the "psychic blade".

Removing the summoned courier by himself eliminates the need to recite a spell, and can be done by simply relying on one's own will.

Fortunately, Roman breathed a sigh of relief, and it was okay and it was okay.

Finally a messenger of his own.

"Spirits wandering in vain, friendly creatures to be driven, belong to Mason alone. Tizzat's messenger."

Not bad~

While Roman was in a good mood to clean up the mess, he thought to himself with a little smile, as a believer in the master of nesting dolls and vests, how can he do without a vest?

Lying on the bed, Roman couldn't help but think back to the process he had just summoned the messenger himself.

Stelno...... I haven't heard of this surname.

Miss Cecina is really beautiful, she can't be a witch, right?

I don't know what she went through before she died, which made her lose both legs......

In his thoughts, Roman fell asleep.

The next two days were nothing special for Roman.

Roman sent a message to Miss Arya in the newspaper to inform him that he had returned to Beckland, and wrote down the detailed address of his residence in Jowood.

The reason why I didn't write my address in the East End was not because I was afraid that Miss Arya would see the "embarrassment" of renting a house in the East District, but because I was afraid that a beautiful lady like her would be too conspicuous when she came to the East End and would cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, in terms of appearance alone, Miss Secia is superior.

For the rest of the day, Roman continued to communicate with the Psychic Blade while making up the content of the Giant's Language.

Through that messenger's summoning, Roman felt that his "psychic blade" had undergone some indescribable changes, and he needed to understand it well.

And this summoning also made Roman find it a little uncomfortable to be illiterate.

There was also the hydrosol that Miss Cesina needed, and Roman found the right herbs from various herbalists the next day and completed the preparation.

These flowers cost Roman 3 pounds in total.

Miss Cecina, however, was quite pleased with the bottle of hydrosol.

After two days of fulfilling time, Roman, who was still in a good mood, arrived at his house in the East End in the evening.

He plans to put the clothes he bought that fit the image of the East End here, so that he can come here to change clothes when he needs it later.

These clothes were specially made by Roman to the tailors of the East End, using fabrics that meet the aesthetics and conditions of the East End, and will not look too "gorgeous" or new.

Based on Roman's stature, the tailor who made Roman's clothes earned several more souls.

After that, he planned to go to St. Samuel's Cathedral to wait for His Excellency the Archbishop to give him an answer, and to see if he could get a suitable weapon or other extraordinary item.

Or whether the craftsmen within the church can agree to their own customized needs.

When I talked to Ms. Tamara before, her idea of a "shield" made Roman quite excited.

Thinking all the way, Roman walked to the vicinity of his residence, and suddenly found a sneaky figure in the dim corner of the outer wall of his house.

Secretly on guard, Roman slowly approached.

Just look at the figure turned around, saw Roman, and let out a voice of surprise:

"Mr. Roman!"

Only then did Roman discover that this was the red-haired boy who had made a deep impression on him among the children he rescued from the North Wind that day, Bright.

Although he was a little puzzled as to how he could be waiting for him here, Roman let his guard down a little and asked:

"Krit, why are you here?"

The young man, with dark red hair and freckles, looked around, as if worried about something, and did not speak.

Roman also looked around and looked at him, "Come with me."

So he led him into his house, found him a worn-out chair, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him, and Roman asked:

"What's wrong, Krit."

"Mr. Roman." There seemed to be a bit of anxiety in Klet's tone, and there was also some pleading, "Please save Zamia!"

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