Chapter 122: Strange Creatures (Please ask for guaranteed monthly tickets during the double period) Almost at the same time, Lumian's hair stood on end and his back felt cold. He had a clear premonition of danger. He subconsciously pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" hidden at his waist, ready to tear off the black cloth wrapped around it at any time. The translucent figure with long green hair and leaves covering the key parts floated in the air, looking at Lumian in the room. His green eyes were sometimes hazy, sometimes smiling, and sometimes like a deep whirlpool, making the human soul want to indulge in it. On the one hand, Lumian had an impulse that was both familiar and unfamiliar, which raged in his mind and disrupted most of his thoughts. On the other hand, he felt an uncontrollable fear, like a flying insect encountering a spider that was weaving a web. He slowed down his dance moves, ready to pause at any moment. The translucent female figure showed an eager expression, but instinctively felt that something was wrong and resisted getting close to Lumian. It sometimes leaned out and sometimes retracted into the curtain, but in the end it did nothing. When Lumian finished the "Dance of Recruiting", he heard a series of tiny and faint voices coming into his ears, so close that they seemed to be next door. The strange creatures wandering in the room disappeared one by one. The last one to leave was the female figure wrapped in long green hair and leaves. It felt reluctant and confused.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and listened quietly to the noisy voices within his body. He couldn't hear a single word clearly, and he wanted to hear every word clearly. After a while, Lumian opened his eyes, looked at the window covered by the tattered curtains, and said silently to himself: "What on earth was that just now?" His intuition told him that the translucent female figure was much more powerful than the other strange creatures he had summoned, and was not something a Beyonder of his level could deal with. If it weren't for the pollution of the seal in his body and the blue-black pattern on his chest, which could make spiritual creatures subconsciously afraid to approach even if it hadn't been activated, Lumian suspected that he had met with an accident. This made him wonder: "How on earth did the other 'dancers' survive?" He initially confirmed that the area was not too dangerous before he dared to perform the "Dance of Recruiting", but he still almost got into trouble. How do other "dancers" avoid similar risks? "Is it because my 'gift' was obtained through stealing and I lack certain knowledge of mysticism, or is it because other 'dancers' can only attract strange creatures similar to themselves, and the 'Dance of Recruiting' comes from a secret existence, so under normal circumstances there shouldn't be any problems?" Lumian pondered for a while, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might be the one with the abnormality. He believed that the pollution in his body was of a very high level, and even if it was sealed, it could occasionally attract strange and dangerous things. “Fortunately, pollution is also a form of protection…” Lumian let out a sigh, put away the “Corrupted Mercury”, lit the iron-black calcium carbide lamp, sat down at the wooden table, and looked through Aurore’s notes. Reading the occult notes from the end to the beginning was a very painful thing. Lacking the corresponding knowledge reserves, he would feel like an illiterate from time to time. He had to take out Aurore's earliest notes and cram on the corresponding symbols and occult meanings. But Lumian couldn't calm down and study bit by bit from the beginning to the end. He believed that if Aurore's witchcraft notes really contained important information, it must be in the last one or two years. That was the time when abnormalities gradually appeared in Cordu Village and the shepherds began to "hunt". After struggling with the knowledge called "Lightning Magic" for nearly two hours, Lumian declared his defeat and decided to continue tomorrow night. He washed up briefly and lay down on the bed. Thinking of the strange creature he had just summoned, Lumian placed the "Corrupted Mercury" next to his pillow out of concern to prevent any possible harm. Before leaving Cordu Village, he had examined this evil silver-black dagger and confirmed that its fate in exchange from the fire monster was "suffering from being burned by flames." The darkness gradually deepened, but there was no peace in the chaotic streets. Some were singing, some were shouting, some were cursing the singers, some were fighting, some were chasing, some were coughing, some were crying, and some were exercising. It was like a symphony of the night. Lumian had gotten used to the noise, and even felt that it made him feel like he was still alive. Before he knew it, he fell asleep. At six o'clock in the morning, the church bells in the distance rang, just like the church bells in Cordu. Lumian woke up on time and was reluctant to open his eyes.

After a few minutes, he turned over and sat up, putting the "Fallen Mercury" back into his waist. He had chaotic dreams all night, but nothing special happened. "Am I thinking too much?" Lumian muttered. He then opened the door, walked into the nearest bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror in the morning light outside the window. He has not changed at all compared to the same time yesterday. ——The color of the hair dye and the extensions are external things and will not be reset according to his physical condition. Lumian leaned over and brushed his teeth. As he was cleaning his mouth, he saw Charlie walk in from the corner of his eye. "Don't you live on the 5th floor?" Lumian spit out mouthwash and turned his head to ask Charlie. Charlie changed into a yellowed white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He yawned and said: "Can you believe it? Those guys were up before 6 o'clock, and the bathroom on the 5th floor was packed with people!" He then smiled: "My favorite bathroom is the one on the second floor. Do you know why? It's clean! "Although Laurent, that bastard, has high eyebrows and doesn't know how to help his mother, he still has some good points. He loves cleanliness. Whenever he is in the apartment, he cleans his room every day and cleans the bathroom at the same time. Haha, is it because the toilet is dirty that he can't poop?" It turned out that he was the one cleaning... Lumian was a little surprised for a moment. The impression left on him by the young man named Laurent was that he was cold, arrogant, well-dressed, self-important, inconsiderate of his mother's situation, and not at all like someone who would come to clean the bathroom. Lumian had previously thought that other residents on the second floor couldn't stand the landlord's stinginess and cleaned the commonly used areas themselves. Seeing Charlie's exhausted face, which looked like he hadn't slept all night, Lumian asked with a smile: "You went to Rampart Street last night?" The Rampart Street is a famous red-light district in Trier. "How could I afford to go to City Wall Street? I will definitely go there once in the future!" Charlie gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't get back to the hotel until 10 o'clock last night, and then I went to the underground bar and drank with those guys until 12 o'clock. In the middle of the night, I had a, hehe, beautiful dream. Charles, our names are the same, just with different accents. Can you imagine how happy and joyful I was in the dream, and how lost and, uh, uh..." “Empty?” Lumian helped think of an adjective. "Yes, yes!" Charlie walked to the toilet and untied his belt. He narrowed his already small eyes with a look of comfort. Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, sneering: "You were having a wet dream?" Charlie shuddered, shook his right hand, and laughed: "That was the most realistic dream I've ever had. The girls in the dream were much prettier than those in Walled Street. They were so gentle and passionate that I simply didn't want to wake up."

"Obviously, you can't hold out that long. Waking up is a mercy to you," Lumian joked. Charlie did not refute and said seriously: "I also planned to go to Nightingale Street nearby on Sundays when I didn't have to work after I got my salary. There were several dance halls there and I could find some cheap kittens. My colleague told me that there, I only needed 52 kopecks to give myself a 'work award'. (Note 1) “But now, I have no interest in going.” At this point, he suddenly became excited and said to Lumian in a low voice: "Do you know? There is a wealthy guest in the hotel who treats me very well. He specifically asked me to deliver meals and help clean the room." "Male?" Lumian asked deliberately. Charlie shook his head quickly: "No, it's a lady. I suspect she has taken a fancy to me. I'm hesitant. If she really makes that kind of request, should I give up my principles? You know, this kind of thing is very common in Trier. I can get my first pot of gold from her and own my own hotel soon." “I thought you wouldn’t hesitate.” Although they had only known each other for a little over two days, Lumian believed that Charlie was a man with a very flexible moral bottom line. Charlie sighed and said distressedly: "She's over fifty." Lumian let out a long "oh", his expression revealing what was in his heart. He said goodbye to Charlie, went back to his room and changed into a jacket, trousers and other clothes that were more in line with the street style. He went to the street outside and spent 6 copeks to buy a shallot pancake and 1 rick to buy half a liter of apple sour wine. He sat in a corner on the street and slowly ate breakfast. The shadows of the houses on both sides covered his body. While savoring the blended aroma of onions and sweet flour, he watched the hawkers, women buying vegetables, laborers coming and going in a hurry, children picking up garbage on the ground, and the barricade in the alley not far away. It was not until 9 o'clock in the morning that Lumian stood up, patted his clothes, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", went up to the third floor, and knocked on the door of Room 3. Information dealer Anthony Reid lives here. After the sound of "dong dong dong", a steady male voice with an accent from the west coast of Jianhai came out: "Please come in." Lumian turned the handle and pushed the door open. The first thing he smelled was a slightly pungent, minty scent that seemed to be used to repel insects. Then he saw a man in his forties sitting next to the bed. The man was wearing a military green top and matching trousers, and strapless leather boots. His hair was shaved very short, leaving only a thin layer. He did not have the neat and capable temperament of a veteran. His light yellow hairline had receded much further than normal, making his forehead appear very broad. His face had become fat, and his beard was clean-shaven. His skin was slightly oily, and the pores on the tip of his nose were filled with some tiny black things. He actually looked a bit honest. Anthony Reid turned his head and looked at Lumian, the other person's figure reflected in his deep brown eyes. For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt strangely uneasy. Note 1: In French slang, the word "kitten" has a double meaning, referring to prostitutes or female reproductive organs. PS: Please guarantee the minimum monthly ticket during the double period~ (End of this chapter)