Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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"Ms. Hela? Do you know her?"

Franka's first reaction was surprise and astonishment.

She quickly remembered that Lumian's sister "Muggle" was also a member of the Curly Baboon Research Society, and quickly added: "Has your sister mentioned Ms. Hela to you?"

Lumian nodded: "Not only did he mention it, but he also gave me the spell to summon Ms. Hela's messenger."

"She asked you to ask Ms. Hela for help when you encounter difficulties."

Franka began to make a guess: "You are now planning to summon Ms. Hela's messenger to ask me if she is trustworthy?"

"That's right."

Lumian responded in the affirmative.

"I have actually established contact with Ms. Hela and summoned her messenger, but today I discovered that in Kordu Village, a few of my sister's behaviors during the disaster were slightly abnormal, and that person was suspected to be related to Ms. Hela. I don’t know about it, should I ask her directly?”

Seeing that Lumian still did not explain in detail what happened to the disaster in Kordu Village, nor what were Aurore's abnormal behaviors?

Franka understood what he was thinking and did not ask any questions. She replied thoughtfully: "I personally want to believe Ms. Hela. Damn it, your kid established a connection with Ms. Hela without saying a word, and you didn't even mention it to me. Well, she is one of the furthest people in the Curly Baboon Research Society who has gone the furthest on the path of God, suspected to be the path of the corpse collector; not only is she willing to share her knowledge and insights with us, but she will also help us whenever she can. Providing help, the items used for trading are only a little more than the cost price. For a large number of us, including me, including your sister, Ms. Hela is a reliable sister, so that we no longer So helpless, anxious and hesitant, we all trusted her."

"I see."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will communicate frankly with Ms. Hela, hoping to find out the real source of the problem."

At this point, he changed the subject: "Does your Major Arcana know about the existence of the Curly Baboon Research Society?"

"I didn't tell her, I just said that I joined a secret organization that was a mutual aid organization, but she obviously knew the situation of the seminar."

Franka lowered her voice unconsciously: "I suspect that there are members of the Tarot Society in the Curly Baboon Research Society, and I'm not the only one."

Lumian no longer had any mental barriers. He turned around with a smile, waved his hand and said, "I'm going to summon Ms. Hela's messenger."

"Hey, it's still early. Do you want to fight evil for two hours and then call back?"

Franka, who didn't like to go to bed early, worked hard to find entertainment projects, but Lumian rejected her without hesitation.

Back in Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian did not rush to summon the Hela messenger. Instead, he spread out the paper and wrote to the magician lady again.

He briefly mentioned the Curly Baboon Research Society and told the demigod that when she was awake, Aurore was willing to write anonymous letters and ask for official help, but it seemed that she never summoned Hela's messenger to seek advice. It didn't quite match how she behaved in the dream.

I don’t know if Aurore is subject to other restrictions or if there is a problem with Hela.

Not long after, Ms. Magician replied with a very simple line of words: Judging from the information we currently have, Haimen are trustworthy.

Phew, Lumian felt relieved and began to write a letter to Ms. Hela. In the letter, he frankly mentioned Aurore's abnormality and asked the other party if he had missed some letters.

Lumian, who was already very skilled, slightly adjusted the altar, replaced hydrosol and other materials, and quickly summoned the human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver. He looked at the pale flames burning quietly in the eye sockets of the skull's head— —[Arsonist].

Lumian could feel the danger contained in the other party more than ever before. This was not much worse than the feeling given to him by Ms. Magician's puppet messenger.

The sterling silver skull bit the letter and returned to the surrounding darkness. Lumian was not in a hurry to clean up the altar, but patiently waited. Time passed by, and suddenly there was a letter on the wooden table in front of him. , and he didn’t realize it until the end. Of course, this was a lot better than before.

The past few times, he had had a hunch after placing letters in the sterling silver skull.

Lumian unfolded the letter and read it quickly with the two yellow candles on the altar: "Since February this year, I have not received any letters from Muggles. I know that one-sided rhetoric lacks credibility. , but if you recall carefully, you should be able to find some details that can support this matter. I suspect that there is some kind of force that influenced Muggles and made her give up asking me for help for some reason. In fact, if the disaster is complete, Before the outbreak, write to me. I should be able to arrive earlier than the official Beyonders, and there is a certain possibility of saving the Muggles and preventing the disaster. Many times, writing letters to communicate cannot inspire us, and it is difficult to spread and communicate more widely. For an in-depth discussion, I will be in Trier soon. If you are willing, we can arrange a time and place to meet and talk in detail about your sister’s experience and the disaster in Kordu Village. At that time, I may be able to give You provide useful advice.”

Lumian pondered for a few seconds and remembered a detail in the dream. Aurore, who tried to summon Hela's messenger, did not do so in the end. She was afraid of triggering the cycle and causing Kordu Village to restart frequently. This should symbolize her. Now Minori has given up on summoning Hela's messenger, or has tried but failed for some reason.

After thinking about this, Lumian responded to Hela's proposal: "No problem. When you arrive in Trier, we will agree on a time and place."

After sending the letter, interrupting the ceremony, and packing the altar, Lumian saw that it was already late, quickly washed up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, he woke up naturally and heard the church bell ringing.

Lumian first went to the bathroom, and then, as usual, he went for a morning jog along the chaotic streets, Market Avenue and other familiar areas to fully wake up his body. During this process, he also looked for something in the square outside St. Robles Church. In a deserted place, I practiced fighting skills for nearly an hour.

After gnawing meat pie, drinking sour wine, and returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian passed by the Suchit Steam Train Station, where new vendors were selling photos of academic beauties on the streets.

With a quick glance, Lumian saw Lord Brinelleau, the leader of the Savoy Party wearing a diamond ring and holding a mahogany pipe. He was still dressed like a gentleman.

Wearing a half-high silk top hat and not following any thugs, he was leading a seven or eight-year-old child out of the steam train station, across the square, and towards the carriage parked on the side of the road. The child was wearing a caramel-colored jacket with brass buttons. The jacket is composed of a black and white checked shirt and a linen jacket. On the feet are black strapless leather shoes and white stockings. Behind him is a dark red hard school bag that looks a bit heavy.

He has yellow hair and brown eyes, a strong body, obvious baby fat on his face, and a somewhat honest temperament.

"The children of Baron Brignel usually live in the provinces and go to Trier during the summer vacation. No wonder they don't feel too close to him."

Lumian mumbled a few words, looked away, and continued his stroll.

No. 11 Quanshui Street, the off-white three-story villa belonging to Gardner Martin, arrived in the Breeze Ballroom's exclusive carriage.

Lumian walked through the hall filled with various weapons and armors, and arrived at the room filled with bookshelves. Gardner Martin, who had a friendly temperament, deep features, and brown eyes, was sitting in the study. On the armchairs behind, standing in front of them were Christo, a short rat with gray-black hair, dark blue eyes, and a beard, and a man who was over 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair stuck to his head, and a black formal suit that was extremely tight. Stretchy giant Simon.

Upon noticing Lumian entering the study, the giant Simon and the mouse Christo both half-turned around and looked at their colleague.

Giant Simon's eyes were wary and unconvinced, and he raised his head unconsciously. He felt that Ciel who could kill Hammer Aite should not be underestimated, and he also believed that he was definitely better than that idiot and would not necessarily lose to Ciel.

The mouse Christo himself had no obvious emotions, but the pocket on the right side of his dark brown jacket suddenly moved, as if it contained something alive.

Christo put his right hand into his pocket, and his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Lumian with a little more fear, and his face unconsciously put on a calculated smile. This made Lumian a little uncomfortable. adapted.

After thinking for a while, he suspected that the mouse Christo used the thing in his pocket to figure out that he had been promoted to Sequence 7 and became an arsonist. In comparison, the giant Simon's intuition was obviously not strong and he was not sensitive to the subtle changes of his colleagues. perception.

"Good morning, boss." Lumian greeted Gardner Martin energetically and proactively. A few days ago, he told Savoyard that he had taken the magic potion and was promoted to an arsonist. Party boss.

Gardner Martin nodded slightly and moved his eyes from Lumian's face to the tasks of the mouse Christo and the giant Simon.

After nearly ten seconds, he said in a low voice: "I have a task for you. Go to a certain place in Trier underground at 12 noon, pick up something, and bring it to Spring Street."

Task? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he smelled the scent of a trap.

As an Extraordinary who had just joined the Savoyard Party not long ago, there should be a long way to go before he and Gardner Martin trusted him. Why would he be arranged to join something that was so critical and must be kept secret?

As his thoughts flashed, Lumian had two guesses: cannon fodder, or a test?

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