Chapter 702

In the special dream, Amandina said that that figure, the "Netherworld Daoist," nodded at her... "Armor Shadow" Chen Tu is suspected to be related to the Netherworld Daoist... Franca is saving gold to gild Chen Tu to obtain more information... Many thoughts flashed through Lu Mian's mind instantly.

He turned his head, looked at Amandina, and a smile appeared on his face:

"It's not only in the 'Dream Festival' that you can encounter that figure."

"Can I also encounter him normally?" Amandina asked in surprise.

What kind of brain do you have... Lu Mian slandered, shook his head with a smile:

"I mean, it's not only in Tizamo Town, and not only on specific dates, that you can encounter that figure."

Amandina thought for a few seconds and understood the hidden meaning in Louis Berry's words:

"Have you seen that figure in other places?

"Can't you not see him, and only observe through me?"

Fortunately, not that stupid... Lu Mian took out the golden mask from the "Traveler's Bag":

"I saw him after putting this on."

Without waiting for Amandina to respond, Lu Mian added with a smile:

"I have indeed encountered that figure in other places."

He used "encountered" instead of "seen," ensuring that what he said was the truest truth.

He originally wanted to say "I even know what He is called," but was too lazy to explain to Amandina why he had to use the pronoun "He" to respectfully address the Netherworld Daoist.

Amandina's expression became excited:

"Where?"

"In Trier," Lu Mian didn't hide it.

This was the information he wanted the other party to know.

"Trier, huh..." Amandina was both yearning and a bit fearful.

As an Intis person born and raised in the Southern Continent, she inevitably heard various rumors about the "City of Joy," understood its brilliance and bustle. Trier almost became a dream holy land in her heart, but she had only gone as far as Pylos Harbor and had never left Matani. If she really had a chance to go to Trier, the first thing that emerged in her heart was fear.

She was, after all, just a young girl under eighteen.

Lu Mian continued very frankly:

"One day in the future, a friend of mine might have an intersection with that figure, and I hope you can provide her with some non-combat help that you can complete by her side.

"For this, I can take you to Trier, help you enter the area where that figure might appear, and provide a certain amount of protection.

"How about it? Do you want to reach such a deal?"

"I, I..." Amandina hesitated, instinctively finding an excuse, "My parents won't agree to let me leave Matani and go to Trier now, at least not until I have a chance to go to university there."

Lu Mian said amusedly:

"It's not asking you to live in Trier for a long time; go on Saturday, and you can come back on Sunday."

"Ah?" Amandina was stunned.

What she imagined was an ocean voyage, climbing mountains and wading through water, saying goodbye to her hometown from then on.

Lu Mian raised an eyebrow:

"It's not like I haven't 'teleported' with you in the dream."

"But, but wasn't that small-scale?" Amandina's eyes lit up, "Can you 'teleport' directly to Trier from Matani?"

Lu Mian nodded lightly:

"Yes, you might need to transfer once or twice on the way, but you can still arrive in Trier very quickly."

"Very quickly..." Amandina was a bit tempted; she wanted to experience such magic.

But she still didn't make a decision immediately.

Lu Mian didn't urge her:

"Don't be in a hurry to make a decision. Seeing that figure again is actually quite dangerous. You should first truly come into contact with Matani's occult circle through Ria, understand the various common sense of Beyonders, and then consider whether to accept this deal. That might be three months, or even half a year or a year later."

Amandina breathed a sigh of relief:

"Good."

She then asked curiously:

"Is that friend of yours female?"

Using the pronoun "she."

In our minds, she is always one; in her own cognition, sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't... Lu Mian slandered Franca and nodded slightly:

"Yes."

Amandina asked further with great interest:

"Your lover?"

Lu Mian laughed out loud:

"Of course not. Why do you always focus on such things?"

Lu Mian said while taking out a notepad and a fountain pen from the "Traveler's Bag," scribbled a few lines of words, and handed them to Amandina.

Amandina took it and read it carefully by the candlelight in the church:

"The creature that roams the Upper Realm, the penitent who wakes up from the flames of pain, the messenger belonging solely to Lu Mian Lee."

"What is this?" Amandina looked dazed.

"My messenger. Once you've considered it, set up a ritual, summon my messenger using this incantation, and tell me your decision," Lu Mian explained simply.

Amandina was increasingly dazed:

"What ritual, what summoning? Isn't this a messenger in the conventional sense?"

Lu Mian raised an eyebrow again:

"Haven't you heard of messengers in the occult field? Don't you know the ritual to summon a messenger?"

Amandina laughed sheepishly:

"I only came into contact with supernatural power last year. I collected some information on the 'Path of God' through Robert and a few occult enthusiasts. I know what a ritual is, but I don't know what it looks like specifically."

After speaking, her eyes lit up:

"You'll teach me, right? Otherwise, I can't summon your messenger.

"Also, your real name isn't Louis Berry, but Lu Mian Lee?

"You, you just took paper and pen from that coin bag, and the previous things were also taken from there. What kind of magical artifact is this?

"......"

Lu Mian couldn't help but raise his head and cast his gaze toward the golden spherical dome.

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The next morning, Lu Mian took Ludwig and Lugano to leave the Buriu Hotel, passed through streets with ruins that hadn't been cleared, and arrived at Bunia Cafe.

The owner, Bunia, maintained his usual shyness and politely asked what Lu Mian and the others needed.

Lu Mian ordered three cups of Kosa coffee and three portions of Matani's specialty breakfast, "Okapa."

This was food made by wrapping rice, chicken, eggs, potato chunks, and common local spices in the leaves of the Okapa tree. The portion was sufficient, the fragrance was strong, and one bite made it impossible to stop.

Lu Mian looked at the spread-out "Okapa," picked up his cutlery, scooped a spoonful, and sent it into his mouth.

The fragrance of the leaves themselves, the salted egg yolk, the thickness of the rice, the tenderness of the chicken, the softness of the potatoes, and the strange rich fragrance intertwined, bringing a quite unique taste.

Lu Mian ate while casually examining the pedestrians on the street and the residents in the cafe.

After passing through last night's sadness and fear, they became gentle again, no longer having excessive emotional outbursts, and always had a faint smile on their faces when talking to people.

After Ludwig finished his second meal of the morning, Lu Mian found a quiet and deserted corner, changed into winter clothes, and disappeared from Tizamo Town with him and Lugano.

This time, Lu Mian didn't "teleport" directly to Franca because Lugano, Ludwig, and the two witches were not familiar with each other.

Lu Mian chose an underground Trier entrance in the Memorial District that was rarely used, and the three figures were quickly outlined on the steel stairs.

Just after returning to the surface, Lu Mian saw several young people who looked like university students carrying calcium carbide lamps and lanterns, laughing and playing as they passed the three of them and entered underground Trier.

After turning to the nearest main street, the first thing that came into Lu Mian's view was a man dressed revealingly, tied with iron chains, moving slowly on the street in a dog-crawling posture. Anyone around who dared to look at him a few more times, he would glare back and bark twice.

The next second, a street performer at the corner played a rhythmic melody, and the passing pedestrians all stepped to the dance, all showing relaxed and comfortable smiles. The man who was acting like a dog and shivering in the cold wind also raised his hind legs.

This was very different from the streetscape of the Market District.

The Memorial District was known for its many universities.

Lu Mian withdrew his gaze from the smiles on the pedestrians' faces and led Lugano and Ludwig to Anthony's house, which was rented nearby.

It was on the fourth floor, near the end of the corridor.

Knock, knock, knock—Lu Mian knocked on the door without any courtesy.

Soon, he saw Anthony, who was dressed differently than before:

Wearing a white shirt, a light gray cashmere sweater, a black woolen overcoat, a dark red bow tie, gold-rimmed glasses, and a light yellow wig, his beard was shaved very cleanly, his face no longer had oily sheen, and the black things in his pores were all gone.

A look of a successful person in high society.

"In love?" Lu Mian joked.

Anthony smiled and replied:

"I'm attending a banquet of the Trier Psychologist Trade Association today."

This was a necessary prerequisite for completing Lady "Justice's" task.

"Did you get a psychologist's practice license?" Lu Mian walked into the room and asked while chatting.

Anthony nodded:

"I bought a real identity and a set of real academic qualifications, and successfully 'persuaded' the examiner during the interview."

"A real identity? What about its original owner?" Lu Mian asked thoughtfully.

Anthony looked at Lugano and Ludwig and didn't answer Lu Mian's question directly:

"What help do you want me to provide?"

Lu Mian understood Anthony's meaning, gave up the question just now for the time being, and briefly mentioned the situation of the "Dream Festival" and the sequelae brought by Lugano losing his arm in the dream.

He didn't tell how Lugano lost his arm.

Anthony listened carefully and looked at Lugano:

"Such hysteria is easy to solve. Do you want a faster method, or a slower, gentler one?"

Lugano replied without hesitation:

"A faster one."

He had had enough of his right forearm not being under his control!

Anthony suddenly stared at Lugano's left side behind him, frowning.

Lugano subconsciously turned his body to the left and looked over.

Just then, Anthony took out a dagger from nowhere and stabbed at Lugano's right forearm violently.

Lugano retracted his hand nimbly and blurted out:

"What are you doing?"

Anthony withdrew the dagger and replied calmly:

"The treatment is over."

"Ah?" Lugano looked at his right hand blankly, finding that it "shrank" to his chest by itself, with no obstacles in sensation.

Lu Mian then laughed and said to Lugano:

"Take good care of Ludwig, and remember to prepare food for him."

Without waiting for Lugano to respond, Lu Mian turned to Anthony:

"Let's go find Franca and Jenna now."

Anthony looked at Lu Mian and pushed his slightly unaccustomed gold-rimmed glasses:

"Good."

PS: Asking for monthly tickets on the last day of March~

(End of chapter)