Chapter 556: Half Fairy (asking for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) Lumian didn't rush to summon the messenger of the Minor Arcana card "Knight of Swords" because he was still waiting. After he showed a strong desire to investigate the sea prayer ceremony and initially put it into practice, there were only three waves of people who contacted him openly or secretly today, and the person he was most looking forward to and felt was the most likely person never showed up. Maybe Rubio Paco wanted to wait until late at night when no one was around? Lumian came back to his senses and said to Lugano with a smile: "Bartner just got a lover, Norfi. He might want to visit the villages, towns, meadows, and vineyards around Santa Port before the sea prayer ceremony. If you hear any news about him later, please tell me. There's no need to ask specifically." Lugano didn't think it was a big deal, and smiled with understanding: "Maybe I can take on some missions and make money while traveling." After the translator and Ludwig entered their room, Lumian leaned back in the armchair and leisurely flipped through the plateau language textbooks in the light of the gas wall lamp. Time passed by minute by minute, and the night became quieter and quieter. Finally, Lumian was sure that no one would pass on information to him tonight. He stroked his chin and pondered this matter: “It seems that more people are on the sidelines, unless there is a breakthrough in the Great Adventurer’s investigation and he is not eliminated. In other words, they will not easily place a bet until I show higher reliability or more value. "The three people who contacted me today are all special in their own ways. One of them belongs to the Church of the Earth Mother. Even if the bet fails, there will be no loss. Do the members of the Fisheries Guild dare to attack the Cathedral and the Abbey of Plenty? "One is a fake 'Governor of the Sea'. He is likely to be killed during the sea prayer ceremony. He will do his best to grab any life-saving straw that appears. Moreover, he has no confidence in the 'Mother Earth' Church and the Santa Port government. Naturally, he values ​​the great adventurer who can hunt down the 'Devil Wizard' more. In addition, we cannot rule out the possibility that his request for help is a trap set by the Fisheries Guild.

"The other one didn't actually show up, nor did he reveal the secret of the sea prayer ceremony. He just gave a clue that might be useful..." After repeated deliberations, Lumian gained a better understanding of the mentality and choices of different forces and people. Conspiracy often plays with people's hearts and depends on the situation. Lumian now likes to think about these two aspects more and more. This is both a daily role and a real need. Lumian put down the highland language textbook in his hand and returned to the bedroom. As he closed the door, a black mark on his body emitted a faint light. "Bottle of fiction"! Lumian placed the entire room into the "Bottle of Fiction", and the conditions for entry and exit were simple - one must be a spiritual creature. A wave of light suddenly appeared on the walls, floor and ceiling of the bedroom and disappeared in an instant. Everything seemed so normal. Lumian then wrote the letter, arranged the ceremony, sanctified the dagger, created the "spiritual wall", and lit the candle that represented himself. He then took two steps back and said in ancient Hermes: "I!" Then he switched to Hermetic: "I call in my name: "A strange creature roaming in the upper world, a half fairy plucking the strings of a harp, a messenger belonging to the Sword Knight..." The orange candle flame instantly turned a faint blue hue and expanded to half the size of a human. In the dim blue light, a bloody figure emerged from the candlelight. It looked like a female human, with corresponding organs, but like some monster Lumian had encountered in the ruins of Cordu Village, it had no skin or things attached to the skin, and directly exposed bloody muscles, blue-black blood vessels, white tendons, oily yellow fat and large areas of red or white fascia. Lumian looked at the Sword Knight courier, who stood about meters tall, and muttered silently: “Half fairy means only the half inside? "I thought it was either half up and half down, or half left and right... "Can't you pluck the strings? Where are the strings?"

As his thoughts turned, Lumian handed the folded letter to the messenger and said politely in Hermetic: "Please give it to the Sword Knight." As his strength grew, he realized more and more clearly that most of the messengers he had come into contact with so far could kill him as long as they were not afraid of releasing the pollution source of Thermopylae. Although Lumian couldn't judge the strength of the "Sword Knight", the "half fairy" messenger, all his experience told him that it would not be wrong to be polite. The black and white eyes of the "Half Fairy" embedded in the blood-red face moved, she nodded slightly, and took the letter. It said in a voice as clear and pleasant as a mountain stream: "I'll deliver it as soon as possible." It sounded so beautiful, just like a bard playing the harp... Lumian was in a trance for a moment before coming back to his senses. He suddenly understood why the messenger had the prefix "plucking the strings". "Thank you." He bowed politely. Seeing that the "half fairy" was about to shrink back into the blue candlelight, Lumian asked without hiding his curiosity: "If you were given a human skin, what would you do?" The "Half Fairy" stared at Lumian with her black and white eyes for several seconds. As it burrowed into the dark blue candlelight, it left behind a melodious sound: "I'll put it on." Whoever's skin you put on will turn you into? Is the "half fairy" always looking for the other half of herself? Lumian thought speculatively. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had a promise that he had not fulfilled: Help "Abscessed Hand" find its body! This matter involved whether Lumian could obtain divinity and advance to Sequence 4, but since he was only Sequence 6, he was not in a hurry at all. ………… Late at night, in an empty room in the market area of ​​Trier. Franca, wearing an assassin suit, meets "007" "offline" for the first time. As time passed, "007" walked in wearing a brown lion mask and a double-breasted coat of the same style. After confirming everything was correct, Franka lowered her hood and left the shadows. "What is it that requires us to meet and discuss this?" "007" asked with a frown. This made him instinctively want to refuse, but he also felt that it might be a big deal. If he failed to take action in time, it might bring about a big disaster. In the end, he reluctantly agreed to the meeting request from "Hidden Blade". Franka chuckled with mixed emotions: "It's a good thing." "I don't believe you, 'Hidden Blade', when you say such things." "007" did not hide his worry. "Really? I'm just asking you to help me find someone. Telegrams can't transmit portraits. You can't make a digital picture with words and dots and lines, right?" Franka explained why she requested an "offline" meeting. "007" looked at Franka suspiciously: "Just helping to find someone? No other purpose?"

Franka smiled and said: "I can't tell you anything else for now." "You make me even more nervous." "007" was keenly aware that there might be a very important issue hidden behind the matter of finding someone, otherwise the "Hidden Blade" who had witnessed high-level disasters would not take it so seriously and insist on meeting "offline" and handing it over in person. He was more likely to put the portrait somewhere and notify himself to pick it up. Franka took out the target person portrait she had drawn using "dream divination" and ritual magic and handed it to "007". After "007" took it, his hand naturally lit up with a sun-like light, and in the dark he could see the picture that looked exactly like the photo: He was a man in a black robe who was looking at me sideways. He had only a light layer of hair, as if it had just grown out, and it was dark black in color. The lines of his profile were very soft, his skin was sickly pale, and his dark brown eyes were not sunken enough. "007" initially thought that this was nothing special, but based on his trust in the "Hidden Blade's" ability to cause trouble, he looked at it carefully for more than ten seconds. His brows, hidden under the lion mask, gradually frowned, and he whispered: "This doesn't look like someone from any country in the Northern Continent." Franka smiled, and said with a hint of teasing and self-mockery: "Don't you think he looks a lot like he did before we traveled through time?" "007" suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning. He looked at the picture again and again, and was silent for nearly twenty seconds before saying: "'Hidden Blade', do you know what you're talking about?" Franka raised her head slightly and said in a low voice: “I suspect he came from that country in our world. "Muggles and I have already discovered traces of interaction between the two worlds!" "When? What traces?" "007" blurted out, wishing he could grab the "Hidden Blade"'s shoulders and shake her body hard to make her tell him everything she knew. Franka laughed: "I can only tell you this after I have discussed it with the Muggles. This involves many secrets, and I can't tell you just because I want to. You should first arrange for someone to search for the man in the painting in a low-key manner. Well, I met him on the fourth floor of the catacombs." "007" used a lot of effort to control the urge to directly take away the "Hidden Blade" and force him to extract relevant information. He said with gritted teeth: "Can't you discuss it first before coming to me?" Isn't it because they are afraid of giving you too much information at once, which will stimulate your emotions and cause you to lose control? Franca laughed dryly and said: "Because it's not time to meet the Muggles yet, and I'm anxious to find him, fearing that he has left Trier. "Calm down, calm down. You can't hide your desire to stab someone." As Franca spoke, she smiled awkwardly and retreated into the shadows. "007" held the portrait, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. ………… Feynaport Kingdom, Santa Port, inside Solo Hotel. As soon as Lumian returned to the master bedroom after breakfast, he felt the surroundings suddenly become cold. At the same time, he saw a tarot card appear out of thin air on the desk. The face of the tarot card depicts a knight running with a sword in hand. The Minor Arcana, “Knight of Swords”! PS: Ask for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)