Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and went up the stone steps.

Not long after, a light appeared in front of them, and a noisy human voice could be heard. Come. For those who walked out of the silent underground, it was like the whole world had come alive at once, and Lumien quickened his pace, and twisted the valve on the surface of the calcium carbide lamp with his right hand holding the suitcase, so that the water droplets from the cylinder above would not drip into the calcium carbide pile below.

As the acetylene gas burned out, the flame at the metal flare gradually extinguished.

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At this time, the scene outside also caught Lumien's eyes:

The buildings, tall or low, seemed to solidify at the moment of collapse, maintaining a state of tilt or crumbling, but also standing tenaciously.

Pedestrians on the streets are dressed in old or tattered clothes, and there are people arguing and scolding each other everywhere, and the resulting noise never seems to subside.

Lumian stood at the exit of the underground area, glanced left and right, and found a five-story building called the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

The top two floors of the brown beige building seem to have been built later, and in contrast to the lower three floors, which were decorated with columns, arches, large windows and ornamental patterns, the rudimentary ones seem to have been moved from the village of Cordu.

Carrying a suitcase and a calcium carbide lamp, Lumien walked between the children crouching on the ground looking for orange peels and the adults arguing loudly, and walked to the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

He looked up and saw yellow phlegm on the floor, shredded paper, spilled ketchup, smudges that smelled of alcohol, and a large number of bed bugs lining up on the ceiling and walls.

If it weren't for the things in his hands, Lumian would have had to applaud a few times for such a scene.

The old taverns in the village of Cordu are much cleaner than this!

He searched for a route to nothing filthy, and came to the front desk without hesitation.

There sat a chubby middle-aged woman, her long gray dress stained with oil, and her brown hair simply tucked back behind her head.

She lifted her head and glanced at Lumian with blue eyes, not at all surprised by the disgust and resistance he showed on her face:

"It's the best and cheapest hotel in the streets, in the market district, but the owner is a disgusting miser, and he's reluctant to hire a few regular maids, and only once a week to find someone to clean it."

"He's also stingy with your salary?" Lumian asked rhetorically in a young and curious tone.

The middle-aged woman was furious:

"Do you want to rent a house or not?"

"Yes." As if frightened, Lumian spoke quickly and made his attitude clear, "I want to know the price." The middle-aged woman softened her emotions

"It depends on what kind of room you want, the top two floors are 3 Filkins per week, and the lower two floors are 5 Filkins per week, if you still think it's expensive, you can go up and knock on the door and ask who would give you half of their bed, or sublet the vacant seats on the floor to you, about 1 to 1.5 Filkins a week.

"Give me the room two floors below." The reason for Lumian's choice is that it is easier to escape than jumping out of the window or taking the stairs two floors above.

The fat woman looked at Lumian

If you choose to pay the entire month's rent in advance, you can pay only 15 filkins. ”

"Because too many people only live for a week or two and then have to move somewhere else, or leave Trier.

"It's heaven and hell."

Lumian took out the stack of banknotes and pulled out three light blue bills from it.

They are all denominations of 5 fergin, with a bust of Levanks, the first president of the Republic of Intis, and a working farmer and herdsman on the front, and the Hornachis Mountains on the back.

After receiving the whole month's rent, the fat woman's expression was obviously soothed, she took out two brass keys strung together, and threw them upwards to Lumian, "Room 207 on the second floor, there is a small dining room on the first floor, and the basement is a tavern, and there is sulfur in the drawer of the table in the room, which will help you get rid of those damn bugs, my name is Firth, you can come to me if you have any questions." ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Fels." Lumian took the keys, carried his suitcase and calcium carbide lamp, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

On the way, he saw that the walls were plastered with newspapers or cheap pink paper in many places, layer after layer, but some of the paper had come loose, revealing cracks and a large number of bed bugs that they had obscured.

On the second floor, there were eight rooms and two bathrooms, each cramped, with a bed on the right, a table by the window against the edge of the bed and a chair with a broken leg in front of the wall.

There was no furniture other than that, but rows of bedbugs crawling around the ceiling.

Lumian, who had become accustomed to cleanliness and neatness with Aurel, put down his trunk and carbide lamp, opened the drawer, took out some brimstone, and lit them with matches.

The strong, pungent smell of the bed bugs moved away from the room and elsewhere.

In seconds, Lumian sniffled and smelled the same sulfur smell coming from the next room.

Pure Land.

Almost at the same time, some of the bugs returned to his room, and Lumien, who was looking for comfort, thought for a moment and roughly understood what was going on:

He smoked the bed bugs with sulfur to the next room, where the tenants tried to drive the bugs back with sulfur.

Lumian couldn't help but smile, bent down to open the suitcase, and took out a pen and paper.

With the strong smell of sulfur, he sat down at the wooden table and began to write:

"Dear Madam 'Magician',

"I've arrived in Trier as agreed, and I wonder if you can tell me what to do next, which organization to join and how to approach them......

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"Are those two psychologists available lately and when will I get treatment?

"For Guillaume, Bené and Madame de Pualis, I don't know if you have any new clues......"

After writing the short letter, Lumian pulled out an orange-yellow candle that he had obtained from his sister's room.

As he lit the candle with spirituality, the scent of citrus and lavender permeated.

This made Lumian instinctively close his eyes, and his expression gradually calmed down.

After standing silently for a minute or two, he took out the ceremonial silver dagger, sanctified it, created a "spiritual wall," and dripped essential oil onto the candle flame.

After completing the prerequisites, Lumian placed the "Magician" card on the altar.

This is the medium that summons the messenger and allows the spell to be precise and unique in pointing to a blur.

Lumian took a step back, looked at the slightly misty orange firelight, and said in a deep voice in Ancient Hermes:

"Me!"

Suddenly an invisible wind began to swirl within the "Spirit Wall", and the light in the room dimmed a little.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian changed to Hermes:

"In my name I call:

"A spirit that wanders in vanity, a creature of the upper realm that is friendly to humans, a messenger who belongs only to the 'magician'."

In the sound of the wind, the candle flame was dyed a faint blue color, and the surroundings became gloomy and cold.

Lumian stared intently at the candle, waiting for the messenger of the "magician" lady to appear.

He waited for several seconds, and there were no additional changes there.

At that moment, the letter he had placed on the altar, on the wooden table, floated up and into the air.

Lumian looked up in amazement and saw a "doll" with the height of an adult man's forearm sitting at the top of the carved window.

The "doll" has long blond hair, light blue eyes, pale skin and a delicate pale gold dress, and its facial features look very similar to real people, but it is also slightly exaggerated, which is quite weird.

In the next second, the letter fell into the hand of the "doll", which was smooth and shiny and had no skin texture.

"Are you the messenger of the 'Magician' lady? Lumian asked, confirmingly.

The "doll" slowly lowered its head, and its light blue eyes, which had no focus or look, reflected the figure of Lumian.

"Next time it's a cleaner environment!"

As soon as the words fell, the "doll" disappeared with the letter.

Lumian was stunned for two seconds and whispered to himself:

Almost at the same time, he saw a large number of bed bug corpses lying on the ground.

There were no more insects in his room.

"It's better than brimstone......" Lumian touched his chin and ended the summoning ceremony.

He habitually cleaned the room, crouched down next to the suitcase, and took out the toiletries from it.

Auror's dark-colored sorcery notes lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

On the way to Trier, Lumian had roughly flipped through them, and found nothing suspicious, after all, Aurel was not a person who liked to keep a diary and record her mood and all kinds of trivial matters, and her witchcraft notes were really just notes, full of all kinds of occult knowledge, and copied many spell spells, symbolic patterns, and material selection principles.

It may be that Aurel loves to keep accounts, and most of these spells are marked with how much money or what things were exchanged for when, where, and when.

This made Lumian know that there should be multiple interest groups under the "Curly Baboon Study", and that Aurel most often attends the "Academy" gatherings, and that many spells are exchanged from the members of the "Academy", and that she also participates in exchanges with other groups from time to time, for example, she gets some occult knowledge and spells from "April Fool's Day".

Given that the notes seemed to be fine, Lumian could only continue to pursue the truth by receiving treatment from a psychologist and looking for Father Bendo and Lady Poalis.

Of course, he also knew that his sister would never mention the notes at the last minute for no reason, and there must be some important information hidden in them that she wanted to convey.

Looking at the dark notebooks, Lumian decided to start tonight and study the things his sister had recorded in reverse order.

Simply packing his luggage, Lumian heard a rumbling in his stomach.

He stood up, looked at the window, and through the glass of dusk, he vaguely saw his own appearance:

His hair was dyed blonde and long, and his facial features were not treated much, but with a white shirt, a black waistcoat, a dark formal suit and an indifferent expression, he matured several years at once. When Bennet encounters it, it should only feel familiar.

Lumian patted his face to let the smile appear, and then, opening the door, walked out.

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