Lumian nodded, and instead asked, "You said you were highly inspired?"

Aosta was in a trance for a moment, gradually revealing an expression of fear and fear.

He paused for a moment before he said, "This should be a characteristic of the 'Secret Prayer Man', I can sense those unknown creatures hidden in the depths of darkness, and I can also sense that the real world is surrounded by a thick curtain, and behind the curtain are a pair of emotionless eyes looking at us......"

At this, Aosta gasped.

Lumian didn't rush and waited for the fake wizard to calm down on his own.

After nearly a minute, Aosta let out a long breath and said, "It's okay in the market area and the observatory area, but in underground Trier, I can often feel the end of certain roads, and in places where I can't see with my eyes, some kind of creature is calling me to pass.

"I don't know what I'm going to do in the darkness and what I'm going to end up in."

Very good occult sensor...... On the one hand, Lumien laughs at the "Hunter's" vision, and on the other hand, he feels that the "Secret Prayer Man" is not as useless as Aosta suggests.

Aosta continued: "Sometimes, when I see visitors carrying white candles into the catacombs, I have some delusional thoughts that it is a ritual that creates a wonderful connection with a hidden being to help the corresponding visitor not be consumed by the darkness and taken away by the dead."

Lumian was quite surprised to hear this, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "In the occult sense, 'The secret prayer man is very powerful...... It's just not good at fighting......"

According to Aosta's account, he suspects that having to hold a lit white candle to enter the catacombs is a ritual to avoid the dangers hidden there.

The tomb keepers should be well aware of this, but in order to make money, not only did they not say anything, but they also encouraged the people above to include a visit to the catacombs as a tourist item.

Thinking of this, Lumian remembered an incident that his sister Aurel often lamented: "The alienation of money from people."

I don't know who can bring about alienation more at the lower levels, potions, gifts, or money...... Lumian muttered silently with a mocking attitude.

He turned to Aosta: "Do you sense a danger hiding in the darkness somewhere in the market area?"

Aosta's expression changed a few times, and he said in a low voice, "I don't dare to approach the burned house in the honest man's market."

On the edge of Candid Market, near White Coat Street, there is a blackened and uninhabited housing block that has been burned by fire, and the councillors have been calling for it to be demolished and converted into a commercial building, but for some reason, the corresponding bill has not been heeded by the city hall, so that more than a decade later, the six-story building that looks like a scar on the city still stands in place.

I didn't feel anything when I passed by in the morning...... Lumian turned to his side and walked to the door: "I will come to visit you again, I hope you don't disappoint me."

Aosta, who had already bandaged the wound on his shoulder, smiled and said, "No matter what, I will give you an answer."

Leaving Aosta's room, Lumian suddenly quickened his pace, his figure flashed, and he crouched into the shadow of the staircase leading to the rooftop, silently staring at the closed wooden door.

After nearly half an hour, after confirming that there was no change in the other party, he took the "Little Trier" and slowly descended the stairs.

At this point, he finally heard his stomach rumbling.

Looking at the barricades of stones, logs, mud tablets, and debris, but with a road cleared in the middle, Lumien found a bakery nearby and bought half a kilogram of croissants for three Ricks.

He also tried a juice soda that was unique to Trier.

The liquid was bubbling and bubbling, and the redcurrant syrup spread out like a cloud as it blended in, and was worth 13 kopes.

If you return the soda bottle, it will be returned for 3 copes.

......

Randy Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Before Lumian had even entered the bar in the basement, he heard a noisy frolic noise.

On the night just after nine o'clock, there were nearly twenty people crammed into the small space, sitting at the bar or drinking around a few small round tables, but all of them had their eyes on the bartender.

The bartender, with his ponytail and an artistic temperament, is introducing the machines on the bar to a male guest with a raw face:

"It's called a point-and-shoot meter, and it tests your intelligence index.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

The male guest in the dark jacket asked with some emotion, "How do you try it?"

The bartender pointed to the exposed soft rubber pipe with a serious expression: "Blow here until bubbles come out of the glass jar."

"Whether you can blow bubbles or not, and how big they can blow, is related to the final test results."

The male guest didn't hesitate, picked up the rubber hose, and began to blow.

When the pale green bubbles bubbled out of the glass jar above the machine, everyone in the bar stood up, clapping wildly and shouting happily, "Welcome, stupid bubbling idiot!"

The male guest was stunned at first, then figured out why, and his face turned red.

He glared at the bartender viciously, then at the nearly twenty guests, and finally restrained his anger and muttered, "It's funny, this prank is really interesting, I'm going to bring a few friends to try it tomorrow."

Is this what friends do? Lumian sneered to himself, pulled over a stool and sat down, and said to the bartender: Give me a glass of fennel vermouth. ”

The bartender showed a kind smile: "I invite you for this cup, your machine is great, many people have heard about its magic, and specially came to drink, my business is twice as good as before."

"By the way, my name is Pavard. Neeson, the owner of this bar and an amateur painter, what do you call him?"

"Charles." Lumian didn't hide his smile.

He felt the difference between the Trier and the villagers of Kordu again.

In the village of Cordu, anyone who encounters such a prank will only think of finding a chance to beat it back, and the citizens of Trier, on the premise that they cannot retaliate for the time being, like to find new "victims" and watch them fall for them, so as to eliminate the pain of being hurt.

"You've got a pretty good mind, and you're better at pranks than many Triers." Pavard, a native bartender. In Nissen's case, such praise is the highest praise.

He then pushed the slender goblet filled with a pale green psychedelic liquid to Lumian.

Lumian took the absinthe and took a sip, only to feel that the faint bitterness stimulated some nerves, making him feel alive.

He closed his eyes for a while and said, "I have a few friends who came to Trier before me, but I don't know their contact information, is there a way to find them?"

Pavard. Neeson wiped his glass: "If you have a lot of money, you can find an advertisement in the Trier Daily, and if you don't have a lot of money, you can find a bounty hunter or an intelligence dealer to see if they are willing to accept such a commission, and if you don't have any money, you will go back to your room and sleep.

"Is there a good introduction, a trustworthy bounty hunter or an intelligence monger?" Although Lumian has no money worries for the time being, and may receive "donations" from well-wishers at any time, it is really not something he can afford to advertise in a big newspaper, so at least 3,000 Filkin, a newspaper with a small circulation, is cheap, but it has no effect.

Moreover, the parish priest Guillaume. It was not that Bennet and Madame Pualis could not read the newspaper, which must have alarmed them.

Pavard nodded and said, "Anthony, who lives in room 5 on the 3rd floor of the hotel. Red, you can visit him tomorrow.

"He was originally a retired soldier, but later he became an intelligence trafficker, and he has a good credit."

Lumian remembered the corresponding room number and name, held up the absinthe, and gave it a slight shake to greet the bartender.

......

Back in room 207, Lumian didn't let himself rest.

After drawing the tattered curtains, he danced the "Dance of Moves" in the cramped environment.

He wanted to see what strange creatures could be captured in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" in the chaotic streets, so as to prepare for possible attacks, pursuits, or active raids in the future.

According to Aosta, there is no particularly dangerous place in the market area except for the burned-out building, and it is quite far from the chaotic streets, and it is impossible to be affected by the "dancer" who is only equivalent to Sequence 9, after all, this is not the ruin of the village of Cordu, and there is no fatalistic power that spreads everywhere.

Excluding the more dangerous ones, and the parts that the "dancer" personality can't capture, Lumian believes that the strange creatures that appear in the future, even if they outweigh him, will be almost impossible to force on his own body—the blue-black symbol representing the great being and the black thorn pattern from fate are enough to deter them from acting rashly.

In the sometimes mad and sometimes twisted dance, Lumien's spirituality combined with the power of nature that was being pried, and spread out in all directions, very hidden.

It wasn't long before he felt a series of eyes on him, and several transparent and blurry figures floated around the room.

Some of them resemble human beings, and seem to belong to the obsessions that remain after death, while others are strangely shaped, or like bottles, or like cascading balls of flesh, which are suspected to come from the corresponding spiritual realm.

Lumian didn't know any of them, and couldn't tell what qualities or abilities each of them had.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the surface of the tattered curtain.

It is slightly transparent, it is a woman, and the long turquoise hair mixed with green leaves wraps around the body, covering important parts, while the rest of the place directly exposes the fair and smooth skin, which makes people's hearts beat faster and imagine when they see it.

The figure's eyes were green, his lips were rosy, and his face was delicate and seductive, and just a glance at Lumian made him inexplicably excited.