Chapter 350: Strange Theft (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) Looking at the open metal cabinet, Lumian felt absurd and unreal: The thief entered the house, but did not take the most valuable "torture" gloves, nor did he flip through Aurore's witchcraft notes to see if there were any banknotes hidden inside. He simply took away a mineral specimen that did not look like a gem at all. Not to mention the issue of traps, if the thief was a real "thief" with extraordinary abilities, he would definitely not let go of the gloves made of unique materials and strong abilities. If he was just an ordinary thief, it would be impossible for him to only take away the blood ore, and he might even throw this seemingly worthless item on the ground. All of this made Lumian suspect that the burglar had only one purpose: Take that Earth Blood Ore! The other party clearly knew what was special about the mineral specimen and tried to take advantage of it! "Thermipoulos, who stole the blood ore?" Lumian thought hard but couldn't find a suspect. Except for dealing with Guillaume Bene a few days ago, he took out the Earth Blood Ore and gave it to Franca. At other times, he kept the mineral specimen in a safe house and never carried it with him to avoid being targeted. Of course, the thief may have used "divination" or "prophecy" to narrow the scope, searched room by room, and finally found the target item. Thermiporos's magnificent and layered voice suddenly sounded: "do not know." I don’t know…Lumian was shocked.

This answer itself means nothing, but coming from Thermipoulos's mouth, it means a lot. Although Thermiporos was sealed in Lumian's body and could not emit any power, he was an angel after all, an angel in the realm of destiny. Even if he only relied on Lumian's eyes and fate, he could discover many problems and traces that low- and mid-sequence Beyonders could not detect. And now, He says He doesn't know! This shows that the person who stole the Earth Blood Ore is definitely not a simple person. He may be involved in a high-level power and may come from a secret organization or an evil cult! Oh, I have to write a letter to tell the "Magician" lady about this. After all, she had predicted that the Earth Blood Ore would bring me some good or bad experiences. In the end, the experiences haven't come yet and the things are lost first... Lumian didn't want to bother with the Major Arcana. To him, the Earth Blood Ore is not a very valuable item. Its application scenarios are very narrow. If it is lost, it is lost. But once the problem becomes weird, it cannot be ignored. In the world of occultism, carelessness often results in a bloody lesson! Frankly speaking, Lumian now has neither the anger of losing his property nor the motivation to recover the mineral specimens. Although the Earth Blood Ore may bring him certain fortunes, it is too illusory, not clear enough, and has no substance, making it difficult for him to value and cherish it. Besides, the "Magician" lady said that the fate might be bad, and Lumian felt that losing it would reduce the risk. He checked the safe house again, making sure that all the traps were intact and only the blood ore was missing, then he sat down and began to write a letter. This time, the summoned "puppet" messenger was no longer as cold as last time, and no longer had the feeling of suppressing strong emotions. In just a few minutes, Ms. Magician replied with a short letter: "There is indeed something wrong with this matter. I can't pinpoint the person who stole the blood ore. If you are not afraid, you can go to the entrance of the 'Different' dance hall and ask anyone wearing a monocle in their right eye. Even if they didn't do it, they should know who the suspect is. If you think this is too risky, then wait a while. Someone will help you ask after a while." The "Different" dance hall... yes, the last sequence of the fraudsters is "thieves"... can those people wearing monocles control all the thieves in Trier who have supernatural powers? Lumian muttered silently. Aurore's witchcraft notes mentioned that "Thief" is Sequence 9 of one of the Divine Paths, above which is "Trickster", and above that is "Cryptologist". After thinking for a while, Lumian decided to wait for a while and ask someone for him. Anyway, he was not in a hurry to use the blood ore. Whenever he thought of the "Different" dance hall, the island swindler Monitor wearing a monocle, and those scammers who looked like him, he felt goosebumps and his scalp tingled, and he tried to avoid any contact with them if possible. After burning the letter, Lumian turned his attention to the metal cabinet where Aurore's witchcraft notes and "torture" gloves were stored. This safe house is no longer safe and they must be moved to another place. "Take 'torture' with you, take the rest if you can, sell it if you can, and find another safe house if you can't...Aurore's witchcraft notes and the gold, uh, find a big bank and rent an unregistered safe deposit box to store them...When the lease here expires, don't renew it..." Lumian quickly came up with an idea. In fact, apart from Aurore's witchcraft notes and the gold he had accumulated, he could neither carry them with him nor wanted to sell them. All he had were the five ritual skins, and he had to find a new home for them. Of course, he also had to prepare a safe house for himself. After considering these things, Lumian began to write a letter to "Hela".

He said that he knew the approximate location of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" from a secret channel, and the provider of the information asked him to go underground and get a bottle of the real "Samaritan Woman's Fountain". Having written this, Lumian suddenly felt a little confused: It didn't seem necessary for him to be directly involved in this matter. He could just entrust "Hela" to help bring out a bottle of spring water. "Ms. Justice should have thought of this, but what she meant was that I had to go to the fourth floor of the catacombs by myself... In her opinion, the chances of Ms. Hela finding the Samaritan Woman's Fountain and taking the water there were low, so I had to provide assistance? "What's so special about me? Apart from the fact that I have an angel sealed in my body, my sequence is not very high... "Ms. Hela's sequence is relatively high. It is relatively dangerous for her to be close to the Samaritan Woman's Fountain. She may go crazy easily. I am responsible for monitoring her condition and waking her up in time? "I previously thought that Madam Hela was at least Sequence 4, otherwise she wouldn't have said that she could solve the problems in Cordu Village before the Advent Ceremony. Now it seems that she hasn't become a demigod yet, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to enter the fourth floor of the catacombs, let alone get close to the Samaritan Woman's Fountain...Does she have a Level 1 seal or a magical item equivalent to a saint?" Lumian sorted out the whole thing and made some guesses and judgments. He continued to write letters, using the intelligence provider's request as an excuse to clearly state that he hoped to enter the ancient tomb in person. After the summoning ceremony, the skull head that looked like it was made of pure silver and emitted a soft glow took the letter away. Not long after, the messenger delivered a reply from Hela: "No problem. We'll meet at the gate of the Death Empire at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Huh...Lumian exhaled, his body trembling slightly. It's both exciting and terrifying. He has always been adventurous and experimental, and he was deeply impressed by the couple who mysteriously disappeared in the catacombs. ………… The next morning, No. 11 Quanshui Street. Lumian dutifully came to Gardner Martin's villa and reported to him the details of his meeting with Count Puyver and other members of the "Black Cat". Gardner Martin, who was more excited than usual, sat behind his desk and said happily: "Although you said you have no artistic talent, your background means you can talk to them, which is why I sent you instead of looking for Albus. "I was worried that you wouldn't be generous enough, but you did a great job by donating 4000 Felkins to them the first time." What the "chief" of the "Iron Cross" meant was that, as the younger brother of the best-selling author Aurore Lee, you, Lumian, no longer have any artistic talent, and what you hear and see are always gossips, grudges and love-hate relationships within the literary and art circles. “What I don’t understand is why the King Cake game made me feel dangerous. I even had several nightmares last night.” Lumian went straight to the point. Gardner Martin nodded thoughtfully: "This is because Puif is special. He is very similar to his ancestor, Fomonda, and they have a close blood relationship, so many key steps can be omitted during the ceremony." "Has his ancestor turned into an evil spirit? Hundreds of years have passed, and he is still able to accept sacrifices." Lumian did not mention what Mr. K said, but used normal human logic to speculate and ask. Gardner Martin said seriously: "This is what you are going to investigate when you approach Puifur. Don't worry, as long as you don't participate in the King's Cake game once every two or three days, there won't be any sequelae except for nightmares. Well, keep that dangerous intuition and don't become the 'king'. It is easier for you to become the 'king' than anyone except Puifur. If you don't have the confidence to make the right choice, let Puifur choose first." The Iron Cross wants to find out the whereabouts of Formenta Solon, who has been missing for hundreds of years? Haha, why didn't you tell me the dangers of the King's Cake Game in advance and remind me of the last choice? Lumian suspected that Gardner Martin didn't tell me before because he wanted to use him to confirm a key point. ………… In the afternoon, not too far from the Trier Opera House, in a quarry cave that can only be reached through a hidden gap.

Franca and Janna, wearing half-face masks, once again saw the "wizard" in a black robe. He was the client who came to the rescue regarding the disappearance of the caretaker of Deepdale Abbey. Franca looked around, looked at the man dressed as a wizard, and said in a deliberately hoarse voice: "We have made some progress in investigating the disappearance of the Deep Valley Abbey caretaker, and would like to discuss this with you in private." The man was silent for more than ten seconds, then nodded and said: "it is good." The skeleton host wearing an iron mask immediately led the man, Franka and Janna into a "conversation room" deliberately separated at the edge of the quarry hole. ………… With one hour left before the agreed time, Lumian carried a calcium carbide lamp and entered the underground Trier corresponding to the market area. PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)