While! While! While!

When the clock struck six, Lumian rolled over and sat up, and opened the curtains.

A soft glow flooded the room, enlivening the nightly silence again.

Lumian rubbed his face and simply washed up, solving his personal problems.

He changed his clothes and went all the way down, leaving the Golden Rooster Hotel, detouring to White Coat Street, and entering the rented safe house.

Lumian then flipped through Aurore's witchcraft notes, hoping to find out what he hadn't been aware of before when he had new information.

There are three main types of things recorded in Aurore's witchcraft notes: first, the occult knowledge of common sense, including the names of all pathways, the circumstances of some sequences, the basis of ritual magic, the role of symbolic elements, the pronunciation and meaning of several supernatural languages, etc.;

the second is the specific application of occult knowledge and its own abilities, which involves a great deal of thinking, many spells that have been recorded or bought, and the prevention of curses;

The third is fragmented, fragmented, and bizarre knowledge and anecdotes, some of which come from the indoctrination of hidden sages, and some from exchanges between members of the Curly Baboon Research Society.

These three elements are not recorded in different notes, but exist in chronological order, in the order in which Aurore acquired them.

For Lumian, the most difficult thing is the second, what "illumination", "weeding", "exorcism", "soul summoning", "lightning", "wind creation", "force field" and other "wizard" spells, one is more difficult to understand than the other, after all, he now has neither fully mastered all the basic occult knowledge, nor does he lack the extraordinary ability to cast spells.

Comparatively speaking, after becoming a "dervishes" about ritual magic, he had a lot easier to understand, learn, and master.

Lumien also noticed that her sister didn't write down the underlying rules such as the "law of conservation of extraordinary characteristics" in her notes.

However, this is also normal, the number of similar laws is rare, easy to remember and difficult to forget, and there is no need for additional records.

After looking through the past morning, Lumian didn't find anything suspicious, but accumulated a bunch of questions that needed to be consulted.

He exhaled slowly, folded the pages of the difficult note, stuffed them into his pocket, and left the safe house.

On the way to Market Boulevard, Lumien saw several polling places, uniformed police officers and heavily armed gendarmes trying to maintain order and make long lines of people put ballot papers in wooden boxes one by one.

Although already from Gardner. Martin got a new identity and became Shire, who had lived in the market area for nearly two years. Dubois had the right to vote, but Lumian didn't register at all, not wanting to get involved in the election of MPs.

After walking a while, a newsboy ran over and threw a stack of white paper into the air.

Lumian saw many passers-by pick up the blank papers, read them carefully, and bent down to pick up one at his feet.

On the white paper were rows of Intis, simple grammar and easy to understand: "Hugue. Artois is a traitor. "During the war with the Kingdom of Rune a few years ago, he abandoned his troops and fled, leaving many fathers, brothers, younger brothers, husbands, and sons never to return.

"His candidacy for the election of members of Congress has the implicit support of the Kingdom of Rune."

After reading it, Lumian couldn't help but say "yo".

He remembered Hugue. Artois propaganda posters emphasize his military experience, and he continued to work as a major before leaving the army and entering politics, starting as an assistant congressional secretary.

"Is this yesterday's ballot not going well, and a certain candidate is starting to make a last-ditch effort?" As Lumian pondered, several men suspected of being gangsters came all the way over and collected leaflets from passers-by. Beat and scold at the same time, and the nearby police officers didn't seem to see it.

Lumian looked up, glanced at it, and recognized one of them: it was a member of the Stinger Gang, who had followed Margot and Wilson to the Golden Rooster Inn, respectively.

"Bastard, is this what you can see?"

"You leper, give me what you have in your hand!"

"raised, do you want me to do it?"

The members of the Stinger Gang made their way to Lumian, and they were just about to snatch the leaflet as they had just done, when they suddenly saw the short black hair in gold.

Lumian smiled.

Shire! The Stinger members reflexively turned around and tried to run away.

Lumian lifted his foot and kicked one of the gangsters in the ass, causing him to lose his balance and throw him forward to the ground.

"What, I don't know your grandfather?" He cursed, and watched the fallen Stinger Gang members roll and crawl away in an extremely embarrassed way, without chasing.

Lumian threw away the flyer in his hand and strolled back to the Breeze Ballroom.

As soon as he entered, Luis greeted him with Sakota and said, "Chief, Charlie quit his job as a waiter last night, and only needs a week's salary."

"I know." Lumian responded calmly.

Louis remembered that the boss had taken Charlie away the night before and had come back to him, and Charlie had quickly resigned and left. This made him think that there must be some secrets hidden here, but he didn't dare to inquire about it.

Lumian glanced at Louis and casually asked as he walked towards the second-floor café, "How old are you?"

“27。” Louis didn't understand why the boss cared about this.

Lumian barely thought about it, and when he thought of it, he asked, "Are you married, do you have children?"

"Not yet." Louis smiled a little awkwardly, "I'm going to wait until I'm a little more mature before getting married."

He felt that although he got rid of the fate of the low-level gangster and became the leader's bodyguard, he didn't have to worry about being beaten to death on the street, but this kind of life was still dangerous.

He didn't want to just get married, have a child, and be cheap to other men.

Lumien nodded: "You have to think about your future, the other Louis I know has several children."

Louis said a perfunctory sentence, feeling that the leader had no topic today but forced a conversation, as if to prove something.

Franka did not and Gardner. Martin had lunch together and was back at 3 White Coat Street by 12 o'clock.

She saw the door of the guest bedroom shut, and with a little confusion she twisted the handle and pushed it open.

Jana was wearing pajamas and pajama pants, hugging the quilt, and sleeping sideways on her side.

Noticing the movement, she rubbed her eyes, sat up slowly, and looked at the door.

"Still sleeping?" Franka asked with a smile.

Recently, you don't have to go to the old pigeon cage to learn to perform, just indulge yourself like this?

Janna pulled her brown hair and muttered, "It's all Charles, tossing until midnight."

"......" Franca's smile stiffened on her face.

Jane continued: "He didn't know what happened last night, his mood and state were not quite right, I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I followed him all the time, and waited until he entered the Golden Rooster Hotel and slept in bed, and then came back to rest."

Franka breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern, "Tell me about it."

Jana finished singing by herself, went out of the breeze ballroom, and saw Lumian sitting on the side of the road in the rain. He talked about it until he used a "method" that others couldn't imagine to help Gabriel win the opportunity to sign the script contract, and finally said: "Damn, it's almost three o'clock at that time, and he is willing to go back to his room to sleep, and he is trapped to death!"

After listening quietly, Franka said a little worriedly: "It's rare for him to be in this state......

At this point, Franka paused. She remembered that Lumien was still being treated regularly by a psychiatrist, and that state might be his truest appearance.

"He must have been stimulated by something last night, I'll go and ask him later." After claiming Lumian as her relative, Franca no longer hides that she has a close relationship with Lumian in front of Jana.

Jane nodded: "Be careful when you speak, don't irritate him."

breeze

On the second floor of the ballroom, in Lumien's office.

He saw Franka, who had come "invisible".

"I heard from Jana, something happened to you last night?" Dressed in a white blouse and black trousers, Franca grinned, "Did you see that Lady Pualis?" While eating lunch with Jana, she probably thought about something that would spur Lumien and cause his mental illness to explode.

Hearing Franca's question, Lumian felt like he had lost all his strength. The whole person collapsed on the chair that could be rotated. After an interval of more than ten seconds, he exhaled and said: "Yes, I know some truth, some can't accept it, but I have to accept it."

Seeing that he was reluctant to elaborate, Franka didn't ask, and said softly, "Is there anything I need help with?"

Lumian sat up straight and said unceremoniously, "Two things, one is that I have a lot of occult problems to ask you, and the other is the problem of the Stinger Gang.

"I told you before, wait until the election is over, Huge. Artois becomes a councillor, Roger the Black Scorpion will receive new gifts, and when the time comes, we are all in danger. Why not raid 126 Market Avenue overnight before the election results come out to eradicate the hidden danger? ”

Franca pondered for a while and said, "According to your description, the Warlock has a strong home advantage, and even if the two of us use our hole cards, we can only say that we have some hope of killing Roger the Black Scorpion and them, and this is when there is nothing else in his house.

"But if they don't do it now, they will be even more difficult to deal with with with the new round of gifts......"

She hesitated, unsure of her attention.

126 Market Avenue, in that three-story building with a garden.

"Black Scorpion" Roger looked at his subordinates who went to the election committee of the congressman in the market district to inquire, and asked expectantly, "How's the situation?"

The subordinate excitedly said, "Huge. Mr. Artois has a wide lead. ”

Roger "The Black Scorpion" smiled, waited until the man left, then turned his head to the side, and said to "Bald" Harman and "Bantam" Castina: "The election results will be announced tomorrow afternoon, and in the evening, Lady Moon will personally preside over the ceremony and give us the gift.

"Then, we won't have to be patient, that bastard of Charles must die."

PS: In the last chapter, an allusion is used, two Parisian writers sneak into the home of a theater manager in masks, tie him up, and make him listen to his script, and the manager hears the third line of dialogue and decides to take the play. The manager's reaction was purely respectful of reality.

In addition, I was very satisfied with the last chapter, the kind of depression, dazed, empty, wanting to explode and having nowhere to do it, doing whatever it encounters, and doing whatever it sees others doing, is completely presented.

Also, Lumian's personality is very different from Xiao Ke, he is a person on the edge of darkness, he will have a lot of bad, thread-rubbing behavior, sometimes doing good deeds, and many times being very cold. It's okay to dislike this person, but it's boring to blame him with this.

Also, the second volume is longer than the first, but not much. It's probably going to be the end of this month and the beginning of next month, don't worry, the people who chase the light are just throwing the line, and they haven't collected much.