When Lucien was transcribing the sentence calmly, a line of blood-red words suddenly jumped out of the white paper, like flowing blood, giving Lucien a terrifying feeling:
"Stop what you're doing! Or you'll receive a dead body! "
Lucien pretended to be panicked and dropped the quill on the table. He stammered, "I … I just want to record your request in case I forget it."
"That's a funny excuse, Mr. Evans. Stop your stupid behavior. This is your last chance. If you do it again, you'll receive Chorre's dead body. Of course, a finger warning is necessary!"
Lucien felt pain and self-blame, but he did not let these emotions affect him. Since he decided not to cooperate with the heretics, Lucien had been prepared for the possible harm that Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa and Elwyn might suffer. Saving people from kidnappers was not like inviting them to dinner or going to a party. Without the awareness that he had to pay the price, he would not succeed.
"Okay, as you wish. I'll behave myself." Lucien tore the paper into pieces.
"Is he able to see me because of this letter, or is he using some other method? The next step is to test this, but I can't be too hasty. "
Seeing that the letter had quieted down, Lucien put it away and pretended that he had lost his soul. Lying on the bed, he did not spread out his spiritual power. Instead, he tried to sense if there were any other traces of supernatural power in the room.
At this moment, he could not use magic, or he would be doomed if he was discovered.
Lucien knew very well that the reason why he was able to figure out something so far was not because he was smarter than the cultists, but because they did not know anything about him. If he was careless, he would lose his advantage.
Except for the envelope in the box, there was no supernatural force in the house.
…
At noon, Lucien walked to Gesu District with his bag of money, which had become much drier. He found the old garden villa at No. 116.
The location was even better than Lucien had expected. It was close to the city wall in Gesu District. There was no city gate in this area, so it was very quiet. There were only a few two-story villas on both sides of the road, which looked like they were in poor repair. They were scattered far away under the cover of the trees.
This type of tree was similar to a Chinese parasol tree called Lava. It was tall and sturdy, with dense foliage, and completely surrounded these two-story villas. The golden leaves danced in the wind, full of poetry, and set off the secluded and quiet atmosphere.
Lucien, who was very satisfied with the environment, walked to the gate made of iron bars and knocked on it heavily. The staff of the Association who was responsible for the rental of the houses in Gesu District should have arrived.
Sure enough, there was a knock on the door. A man in his thirties walked out of the white, vine-covered two-story building. He had a neatly trimmed beard and wore a brown suit. He looked very shrewd.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans. I'm Brian. Let me show you around the villa." Lucien, who had been on the front page of Music Criticism and Symphony News, was the most talked about person in the Association today. Brian, who had borrowed books from the library before, recognized Lucien at first sight.
When he opened the gate and saw Lucien reaching out his right hand, Brian hurriedly shook Lucien's right hand with both of his hands in a very respectful way.
Brian, as a civilian, was responsible for the rental of houses in the "Affairs Department" of the Association, which was the most profitable department in the Association. In front of Lucien, a musician with a bright future, Brian was not stupid enough to be arrogant. After all, there was no conflict of interest between them.
Under the guidance of Brian, Lucien walked around the villa. He found that the front garden and the back lawn were not big enough, but the interior of the villa was surprisingly clean, tidy, and beautiful. It was not decorated in the Tria style, which was the most popular style in the past ten years. Instead, it was decorated in a light and elegant style. The spacious hall, simple and delicate decorations, and statues gave people a refreshing feeling.
Unfortunately, due to the city walls and the overly tall Laval trees, the lighting of the entire building was very poor. Therefore, the refreshing and bright style of the building was shrouded in darkness, giving off a strange and eerie feeling, which contrasted with the green vines outside.
"Mr. Evans, the environment of this villa is very quiet, and there is no strong sunlight. It's a good place for creating music. Do you like it?" Brian tried to turn the shortcomings into advantages. Because of the poor lighting, the musician had not been able to rent out the villa for several months.
Lucien did not mind the dim light, because it meant that the night would be darker, so he nodded and said, "Show me the rental contract."
Trying hard not to laugh, Braun took out a thick stack of rental contracts from his bag and handed it to Lucien. As long as Lucien could rent out this villa, in addition to the remuneration he should get, he would also hire the servants to clean and tidy the place for the first few months. Of course, the difference in the middle would belong to him.
Lucien checked the contract and signed his name with Brian's quill. Then he took out a Quintal and gave it to Brian. As a highly praised musician, he did not need to pay a deposit or three months' rent in advance to rent a house in Gesu district.
Brian wrote the receipt quickly and put away the contract. Then, he smiled and asked, "Mr. Evans, you need at least one butler, four maids, a cook, a gardener, a carriage, and a coachman for such a big house. I can help you find people from different guilds."
"It may take some time for me to move in. You can bring them here next week and let me choose." Lucien thought about it and agreed with Brian's proposal. However, he delayed the time by one week, because this was the most critical period for the rescue of the hostages.
After giving the key to Lucien, Brian left briskly. Lucien stood in the living room and quietly looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.
On the second floor, there were four bedrooms, a study, a piano room, and a large balcony. On the first floor, there were the living room, the dining room, four servants' rooms, a storage room, and a basement. The kitchen was an independent room, connected to the small door on the left side of the villa. In addition, there was a complete sewer connected to the well-developed sewer system in Aalto.
Lucien, who worked hard to enjoy his life, should be full of joy to live in such a large and well-decorated villa. However, Lucien was now filled with suppressed irritation and anger.
After standing for a while, Lucien hurried back to his room in the Aderon district. He deliberately brought some clothes back to the garden villa.
After putting the clothes in the master bedroom on the second floor, Lucien walked into the piano room, which was the quietest room in the villa. The walls of the piano room were made of special stones, just like those of Victor's. They could block the sound in the room and create a perfect echo effect without disturbing others.
After closing the door of the piano room, there was an indescribable silence in the room. Except for the sound of Lucien's own footsteps, there was no other sound in the room.
After closing the curtains, Lucien sat on the recliner in the piano room and slowly rocked in the darkness. He concentrated on sensing the surroundings without releasing his spiritual power.
There was no letter made by divine-like magic here!
"How will he observe me?"
In this extreme silence, Lucien was half asleep, as if the whole room was vaguely sensed by his soul.
Suddenly, there was a fluctuation of supernatural power.
Lucien did not open his eyes, but he heard a slight buzzing sound in his ears.
"Is he using the Aalto Tiger-Spotted Mosquito to observe me? Is it a detection magic, or is it simply a transformation magic? " As if he had fallen asleep, Lucien quietly judged in his mind. Although he still did not know what the cultists were using, he had achieved the purpose of this test. When he had the letter, the cultists were relying on it. It was both a communication tool and a surveillance tool. As long as he was away from the envelope, the cultists would have to use other magic to observe and track him.
When there was no essential difference in strength between the cultists and the cultists, Lucien, who was well-prepared, could easily detect the subtle fluctuation of supernatural power, because the cultists did not think that Lucien was a sorcerer's apprentice.
Lucien did not expose the cultists' tricks, because he already knew and was familiar with them. Why should he let the cultists change their tactics?
… …
At night, perhaps because Lucien pretended to be mentally and physically exhausted and fell asleep in the afternoon, the letter did not mention what happened in the afternoon. It only warned Lucien that if he moved, he must remember to bring the letter with him.
"Now there are still a few things that I need to find out." Lucien kept familiarizing himself with the process of making the Weeping Soul potion in his mind while looking at the dark night.
… …
The next morning, Lucien woke up and had breakfast. When he was about to go out, he suddenly found a ball of white paper under the door.
Lucien's heart skipped a beat. He calmly took out the white paper and slowly unfolded it.
Three fingers still stained with blood appeared in front of Lucien's eyes. Two of them were long and calloused, and one of them was thick and fat. They were all little fingers, and the white bone at the broken part slightly reflected the morning sunlight.
Lucien closed his eyes to hide the killing intent, anger, and tears in his eyes. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at another thing in the white paper. It was a dark ball, which seemed to be full of smoke.
"This is your gift, Mr. Evans."
There was also a line of blood-red words on the white paper.
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