Franka tried five times, changed to five different spirit creatures, and all of them were successfully summoned, but none of the spirit creatures were willing to sign a contract with her to become her messenger.

This caused her to suffer a "huge" blow, and the whole person became a little dazed, and unabashedly showed her loss and frustration.

However, she was still sensible, and she didn't keep trying, and summoned the remaining twenty-four spirit creatures.

The current situation is already very telling: if you can succeed, you will succeed in the first two or three times!

Jaanna glanced at the lost Franca, "I'll try again when you're higher."

"When the sequence is higher, I may be able to use the mirror and the mirror world to deliver messages, what more messengers?" Franka muttered, "Why aren't there spirit creatures who were seduced by the charm of the 'witch' and volunteered to become messengers?"

Lumian smiled, "I've seen something similar in the previous Spiritual Biology Materials, do you want to give it a try?"

Franka just refused to admit defeat in her mouth, but she was actually very sober, and scolded when she heard the words: "Forget it, this spirit creature must be very dangerous, all I think about is dragging the 'witch' into the spirit world, and sending a letter will help me turn my friend into an enemy."

Seeing that she calmed down, Anthony, who was also a novice in ritual magic. Red started his own attempt.

He also tried five times, failed to summon twice, and failed to sign the contract three times.

"Looks like I won't be able to have a courier just yet." Anthony smiled a little bitterly.

This eased Franca's mood a lot: she wasn't the only one who had failed.

"Which do you want to summon?" She asked about Lumien curiously.

"The coolest one." Lumian resanctified the ritual silver dagger with a nonchalant face, creating a "spiritual wall" once again.

Looking at the burning candle, he took two steps back, alternating between ancient Hermes and Hermes, "I!"

"In my name I call: "Creatures who roam the upper realms, penites who awaken from the flames of pain, friendly people tainted by darkness."

This summoning spell is the most unique one of the materials given by the "magician" lady this time, firstly, it is not "a spirit that travels in the upper realm", but "a creature that travels in the upper realm", which means that the target is not limited to a spirit, and secondly, the latter two descriptions have both encounters and characteristics.

Lumian thinks its temperament and style are quite good, and plans to put it on the first try, anyway, all he wants is a creature that can send a message and can travel through the spirit world, and he doesn't care about other situations, so why not choose the coolest one?

As the incantation was pronounced, the candle swelled and was dyed a dark green and almost black color.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and a figure emerged.

It was a tall "human" who wore clothes similar to the robes of the clergy of the Church of the Eternal Sun, but dark in color.

His bare face, neck, and arms seemed to have been burned by the flames for a long time, leaving only bones and a thin layer of charred black flesh clinging to the bones, his eye sockets were completely hollow, black, with dark flames acting as eyes, and there were strange black flames as sticky as water in many places on his body, which were burning quietly, leaving the spirit in constant pain.

Lumien looked at the "penitent" and asked in ancient Hermes, "Will you be my messenger?"

The "penitent" returned to the ancient Fusak, the source of the Chinese languages of the northern continent: "If you are not worried about being implicated by me and slowly slipping into the depths of darkness, then I can help you deliver the letter."

Don't ask for pay, but there are hidden dangers? Since the "magician" lady gave the information of the "confessor", it means that I can afford ...... so much occult "debt" that Lumian, who is too lazy to worry, smiled and said: "It depends on whether you and the darkness can win in the tug-of-war."

"No problem, I'll be mentally prepared for this before I summon you."

This time, he used the ancient Phusak language to communicate with the other party, after all, it was still quite troublesome to say so many words in the ancient Hermetian language, which can pry the forces of nature.

Soon, he drew up a contract and wrote four occult descriptions representing the witnesses of the underworld.

Illuminated by the words of the ancient Hermese that burned the eerie green flames, Lumian fixed the summoning spell in the form of a clause: "Creatures who roam the upper realms, confessors who awaken from the flames of pain, belong to Lumian alone. Lee's messenger. “

Lumian didn't use the code name like Jana and the "Sword Knight", after all, those who know his messenger don't necessarily need to know that he is the little Arcana card of the "Tarot Society" - this is the self-cultivation of a veteran undercover agent. It doesn't matter if Lee's name and corresponding origin are known.

After writing his name, he saw the yellow-brown parchment fly to the "confessor" in black robes.

The "penitent" signed his name: Bayinfer.

The miserable green flames suddenly joined together, turning the contract into ashes and merging into the spirit world.

"What exactly are you repenting of?" Lumian inquisitively about his messenger, Bayinfer the "Confessor".

Bayinfell didn't answer, silently watching as a black flame as thick as water fell from his body and burrowed into the dirt.

Lumian asked a few more questions in a row, but the other party remained silent.

"Very well, all barbers should learn from you." Lumian laughed and ended the summoning.

After he lifted the "spiritual wall", Franka looked over with a sad expression: "Succeeded in one go?"

"It did it the first time." Lumian didn't show any signs of euphoria, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Why, why am Anthony and I not popular with spirit creatures, why?" Franka sighed and couldn't put it down.

I have to say that the charm of the "Witch of Pleasure" is still quite great, seeing such a Franca, the "ascetic" Lumian wants to walk in front of her, raise his right hand, and snap her head.

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He thought for a moment and said, "I probably understand the reason, the little Arcana card that became the 'Tarot Society' only increased our success probability of summoning special spirit creatures, and even Anthony, a 'psychiatrist', has succeeded several times in performing ritual magic for the first time?"

"But if you want a special spirit creature to favor, recognize, or obey, you either have a higher personality, or you have a special path, or you have something substantial about Mr. Fool, such as Jane's lucky coin, and the power of Mr. Fool in me."

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had an idea:

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If that's the reason, then isn't there something similar to the "Knights of the Swords", who also have messengers?

"I see!" Franca's decadence swept away and she regained her self-confidence.

It's not that there's something wrong with her, it's just that there's a little bit of "prop" missing!

She then looked at Jana, hesitating whether to borrow the Lucky Gold Coin to complete the Courier Contract.

In the end, Franka gave up on this idea, because the difference between "owned" and "borrowed" was quite big in occultism, and she was afraid that she would not be able to afford to give it back if she gave it back directly to Janena.

Flacca exhaled....... and was about to ask Lumian when he planned to leave Trier and how he would leave, but found that his companion was inexplicably silent, and his expression was a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Franka asked with concern.

"Nothing." Lumien shook his head.

It only occurred to him that Aurel had once longed for a messenger as well.

Anthony looked at him and didn't say anything more, while Jana brought up the request of the "purifier" deacon Angoulême and asked Lumien if he wanted to sell the "Arrogance Armor" to the authorities.

Lumian was silent for two seconds and laughed in a low voice: "Let's talk about it later."

The "Arrogance Armor" is dangerous, but it is also very powerful, and can threaten all extraordinary beings who have not opened the demigod gate, and if you need to wear it, you will have a chance to kill "Loki" and other core members of "April Fools", and Lumien will not hesitate to put it on, willing to suffer all the consequences for it.

Until he has killed all those bastards, or until his own strength is beyond the use of the "Arrogance Armor", Lumian will not give up this seal because of the danger.

"Okay." Franca asked, "You're leaving Trier tomorrow?" Take a boat, take a steam train, or ask the 'magician' lady for the coordinates of the spiritual world and 'teleport' directly? ”

Lumian smiled: "It's all possible, wait until tomorrow to decide."

"Let's see what fate has to offer."

"How do you learn to babble......" Franca muttered.

After waving goodbye to the three companions, Lumian put on the silver-white "lie" ear clips, adjusted his hair color and appearance, and walked along Market Avenue into the chaotic street to the speakeasy of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

It seems unaffected by last night's disaster, and the regulars of the drinkers are still sitting in their familiar places, singing loudly, dancing around the small round table, or playing some gambling games with wine as a prize.

Charlie, dressed in a black coat, stood at one of the small round tables, waving a bottle of beer and said cheerfully, "You may not know that Charles and I are in good hands. Dubois is a friend, not the kind of friend who has drunk a few times, a friend who has experienced life and death together!

"Look, look, his bounty has now been updated to 60,000 Filkin! What a lot!"

You're pretty proud of me, aren't you...... Lumian let out a "huh", sat down at the bar, and asked for a glass of absinthe.

He listened to the hustle and bustle, felt the excitement here, and quietly sipped the bitter spirit.

Rubbing a wine glass of the owner Pavard. Seeing that it was a new face, Neeson smiled and asked, "Just came to the market area?"

"Yes." Lumian replied in a deep voice.

Pavard. Neeson said gently, "You look like a story."

Lumian sighed, took a sip of the dreamy "Green Fairy", and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm a loser...."