Chapter 555: Half-Fairy (Requesting double monthly votes at the start 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-Praying Ritual and initially put it into practice, only three waves of people had contacted him, either openly or secretly, today, and the one he was most looking forward to and felt was most likely to appear hadn't shown up.

Perhaps Rubio Paco wanted to wait until the dead of night when no one was around? Lumian came back to his senses from his thoughts and said to Lu Lu Jianuo with a smile:

"Bartner just got a lover, Nolphi, and might want to play through all the villages, towns, pastures, and vineyards around Santa Harbor before the Sea-Praying Ritual. If you hear news of him later, tell me; no need to specifically ask around."

Lu Lu Jianuo didn't think this was a big deal and smiled understandingly:

"Maybe he's also taking on some tasks, traveling and earning money at the same time."

Once the translator and Ludwig had entered their rooms, Lumian leaned back in the armchair, flipping through those Highland textbooks leisurely under the light of the gas wall lamp.

Time passed second by second, and the night became quieter and quieter.

Finally, Lumian determined that no one should be passing information to him tonight.

He rubbed his chin, pondering this matter:

"It seems more people are in a wait-and-see state. Unless the great adventurer's investigation has made a breakthrough and he hasn't been killed yet—that is to say, before I show higher reliability or more value, they won't easily place their bets.

"The three people who contacted me today each have their own specialties. One belongs to the Church of Mother Earth; even if the bet fails, there won't be any loss. Do the commissioners of the Fishermen's Guild dare to attack the Cathedral and the Church of Abundance?

"One is the fake 'Governor of the Sea,' who will likely be killed at the Sea-Praying Ritual. He will grasp any straw for survival. Moreover, he has no confidence in the Church of Mother Earth and the Santa Harbor government, so naturally, he values the great adventurer who can hunt down 'Devil Wizards' more. Additionally, the possibility that his plea for help is a trap by the Fishermen's Guild cannot be ruled out.

"The other one didn't show up and didn't reveal the secret of the Sea-Praying Ritual, just gave a clue that might be useful..."

Through repeated deliberation, Lumian had a further understanding of the mentality and choices of different forces and different people.

Conspiracy, many times, plays with human hearts and relies on the situation. Lumian now liked to ponder these two aspects more and more.

This was both a daily performance and a substantive need.

Lumian put down the Highland 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." The entry and exit conditions were very simple—it was a spirit world creature.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the bedroom suddenly showed ripples of light, but they disappeared in a flash. Everything looked so normal.

Only then did Lumian write a letter, set up a ritual, sanctify the dagger, create a "Wall of Spirituality," and light the candle representing himself.

He then took two steps back and said in Ancient Hermes:

"I!"

Then, he switched to Hermes:

"I summon in my name:

"A peculiar creature roaming the upper realm, a half-fairy who plucks the strings, the messenger belonging exclusively to the 'Knight of Swords'..."

That orange candle flame instantly turned a faint blue color, swelling to the size of half a human.

Within the faint blue light, a blood-colored figure drilled out from the candle flame.

It resembled a female human and had corresponding organs, but like some kind of monster Lumian had encountered in the ruins of Kordu Village, it had no skin or anything attached to the skin, directly exposing bloody muscles, dark blue blood vessels, white tendons, oily yellow fat, and large patches of red or white fascia.

Lumian looked at the "Knight of Swords" messenger, who was about 1.7 meters tall when standing, and muttered silently:

"Does half-fairy mean only that half inside?

"I thought it would be either the top or bottom half, or the left or right half...

"Isn't it supposed to pluck strings? Where are the strings?"

As his thoughts turned, Lumian handed the folded letter to the messenger and said very politely in Hermes:

"Please deliver this to the 'Knight of Swords'."

With the growth of his strength, he became increasingly aware that most of the messengers he had contacted so far could kill him, as long as they weren't afraid of releasing the contamination source that was Termiboros.

Although Lumian couldn't judge the strength of the "Knight of Swords," this "half-fairy" messenger, all his experience told him that being polite wouldn't be wrong.

The black-and-white eyeballs embedded in the blood-colored face of the "half-fairy" turned and nodded slightly, taking the letter.

It said in a crisp, pleasant voice like water flowing in a mountain stream:

"I will deliver it as soon as possible."

It sounds so good, just like a bard playing the zither... Lumian was dazed for a moment before coming back to his senses.

He suddenly understood why this messenger had the prefix "plucks the strings."

"Thank you." He bowed politely.

Seeing the "half-fairy" about to shrink back into the faint blue candle flame, Lumian didn't hide his curiosity and asked:

"If there were human skin for you, what would you do?"

The "half-fairy" stared at Lumian for several seconds with its black-and-white eyeballs.

As it drilled into the faint blue candle flame, it left behind a melodious and winding voice:

"I would put it on."

Whoever's skin it puts on, it becomes? The "half-fairy" is always looking for its other half? Lumian thought with a guess.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he still had a promise unfulfilled:

Help the "Abscessed Hand" find its body!

This matter involved whether Lumian could obtain divinity and advance to Sequence 4, but because he was only Sequence 6 now, he wasn't in a hurry at all.

Late at night, Trier, Market District, in a vacant room.

Franca, dressed in an assassin's outfit, met "007" "offline" for the first time.

As time passed, "007," wearing a brown lion head mask and a double-breasted coat of the same series, walked in.

After Franca confirmed it was correct, she lowered her hood and left the shadows.

"What on earth is so important that we have to meet in person?" "007" asked with a frown.

This made him instinctively want to refuse, but he also felt it might be a big deal. If he didn't take action in time, it might lead to a huge disaster.

In the end, he held his nose and agreed to "Sleeve Sword's" request for a meeting.

Franca laughed softly with complex emotions:

"It's a good thing."

"I don't believe it when you, 'Sleeve Sword,' say such things." "007" didn't hide his worry.

"Really, I'm just asking you to help find someone. Telegrams can't transmit portraits, and I can't make a digital image using words and dots and lines, right?" Franca explained why she requested an "offline" meeting.

"007" looked Franca up and down suspiciously:

"Just helping to find someone? No other purpose?"

Franca laughed "Hehe":

"I can't tell you the rest for now."

"I'm even more nervous when you say that." "007" keenly sensed that there might be a very important problem hidden under the matter of finding someone. Otherwise, "Sleeve Sword," who had witnessed high-level disasters, wouldn't attach such importance to it, insisting on an "offline" meeting, handing it over in person, or perhaps putting the portrait in a certain place and notifying him to pick it up.

Franca took out the portrait she had drawn using "Dream Divination" and ritual magic and handed it to "007."

"007" took it, and a light like sunlight shone in his hand, allowing him to see the picture that was just like a photo in the dark night:

It was a black-robed man looking over his shoulder. His hair was only a thin layer, as if it had just grown out, and it was deep black. His side profile was very soft, his skin was sickly pale, and his deep brown eyes were not sunken enough.

"007" first felt that there was nothing special about this, but based on his trust in "Sleeve Sword's" ability to attract trouble, he looked at it carefully for more than ten seconds.

The brow hidden under the lion mask gradually furrowed, and he said in a low voice:

"He doesn't look like a person from any country in the Northern Continent."

Franca smiled, carrying a sense of teasing and faint self-mockery:

"Don't you think he looks a lot like us before we transmigrated?"

"007" froze suddenly, as if struck by lightning.

He looked at the picture repeatedly and was silent for nearly twenty seconds before saying:

"'Sleeve Sword,' do you know what you are saying?"

Franca raised her head slightly and said in a low voice:

"I suspect he ran over from that world, that country.

"I and 'Muggle' and the others discovered traces of interaction between the two worlds before!"

"When? What traces?" "007" blurted out, wishing he could grab "Sleeve Sword's" shoulders, shake her body hard, and make her spit out everything she knew.

Franca laughed:

"This has to wait until I discuss it with 'Muggle' and the others before I can tell you. This involves many secrets, not something I can just tell you if I want to. You should arrange for people to look for the person in the picture low-key first. Hmm, I encountered him on the fourth floor of the underground catacombs."

"007" used a lot of effort to control the urge to directly kidnap "Sleeve Sword" and force her to reveal the corresponding intelligence. He said with itchy teeth:

"Can't you discuss it before coming to find me?"

Isn't this because I'm afraid of giving you too much intelligence at once, stimulating your emotions, and causing you to have a loss-of-control crisis? Franca laughed dryly and said:

"Because it's not time to meet with 'Muggle' and the others yet, and I'm in a hurry to find someone, afraid he might leave Trier.

"Calm down, calm down, the urge to kill someone can't be hidden."

As Franca spoke, she laughed sheepishly and retreated into the shadows.

"007" took the portrait, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Feynapot Kingdom, Santa Harbor, Solo Hotel.

Lumian, who had finished breakfast, had just returned to the master bedroom when 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 surface of the Tarot card depicted a knight running with a sword.

Minor Arcana card, "Knight of Swords"!

PS: Requesting double monthly votes at the start of the month~

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