Mystery: Beginning with the Warrior Path

Chapter 116 The Strange Messenger (23)

A translucent head slowly emerged from the flames, followed by the entire body.

Roman saw that the figure in front of him was a woman with an extremely delicate face, dignified and holy temperament.

However, the clear, purple pupils in her eyes gave her a little more charm.

This lady has extremely long hair, as black as ink, thicker hair, and the long hair reaches the ground like a waterfall.

Roman saw her delicate face, fair neck, wearing a bright red ascetic robe, with a special sense of beauty.

As the black flames in the room faded, the yellow light lit up, and Roman saw the lady in front of him clearly.

It was found that in the robe below her waist, although the part was covered by black hair, it still seemed empty, with no legs. She was just floating in midair, staring at Roman with a pair of clear and strange purple eyes. , speak slowly:
"Are you calling me?"

Roman was a little stunned, but he was able to communicate directly in words.

It also relieved him a lot from the mentality that he was just attracted to this lady, because to Roman's sadness, he found that he couldn't understand what the lady was saying...

I was still laughing at Mr. Messenger Bag just now...

Roman thought carefully, and found that what the lady said seemed to be similar to certain words in the language of the dragon, but he was not sure.

Seeing that Roman didn't respond, the lady switched to Giant's language and said again:

"Are you calling me?"

Phew~ Roman breathed a sigh of relief.

He still understands some giant language.

Organized the vocabulary, Roman cautiously spoke in the giant language;
"Yes."

"I'm looking for a messenger of my own. I wonder if you can do it, ma'am?"

Roman didn't wait for her to speak, and asked expectantly: "How's your speed? Can you travel to the spirit world to deliver letters? Can you guarantee the safety and privacy of letters?"

"Yes." A soft and sweet voice sounded, and the lady quickly floated around Roman.

Roman spoke the unfamiliar giant language and asked seriously:
"Are you willing to sign a contract and become my messenger?"

"Yes." The lady with a delicate face nodded and continued.

"You have to make a special kind of pure dew for me, one bottle every month."

Hydrosol... This lady's hobbies fit the characteristics of spirit world creatures.

"What kind of pure dew? How can I get it?" Roman asked cautiously.

The lady floated to Roman's desk, and the pen and paper on the desk seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, writing down a recipe.

In order to facilitate Roman's understanding, she used the giant language.

After the writing was completed, the recipe floated into Roman's hands.

Roman glanced at it, and took out a giant language book that Tony gave him before leaving from his luggage with some embarrassment, and compared it.

After learning the ancient Hermes language, Roman felt that the general situation was enough, and he was a little slack in learning the giant language and other languages.

Who would have thought that recruiting a messenger would require reading a book... Roman complained inwardly, flipping through the book.

The lady was standing next to her, looking at Roman with a strange expression, but didn't speak.

"Golden Mandala..."

"Black Mandala..."

"Night vanilla..."

"Purple flower..."

Looking at this recipe, Roman found that almost all of them were relatively common. There was only one kind of flower from the Southern Continent that was relatively uncommon, but it was also a type that could be bought in herbal and flower shops. The price was not too expensive, and the production process was not too expensive. It's complicated, so I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Roman still asked cautiously:
"How big is the bottle?"

From nowhere, the dainty lady took out a small bottle, about the size of two thumbs.

"That's it."

Roman nodded heavily; "I have no problem."

From Agnes' memory, he knew that when signing a contract with a creature in the spirit world, try to focus on persuasion and communication. With Klein's way of communicating with Miss Messenger as a demonstration, Roman feels that the needs of the lady in front of him are very important. Reasonable, so no haggling.

Besides, I still have a monthly subscription, and I feel that it is much more cost-effective than Klein's mailing method that is billed by the number of times.

"Let's sign a contract."

Seeing the lady with astonishing appearance nodded, Roman didn't hesitate any longer. He held the "Psychic Blade" in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. On the yellow-brown parchment that had been prepared earlier, he carefully considered the words in Giant language, slowly write up.

The format and clauses in it have been repeated many times by Roman from Agnes's memory, to ensure that there are no mistakes.

The words and sentences are concise. Of course, Roman's level of giant language can't make complex words and sentences.

The content includes that the messenger cannot discard the letter, cannot peep at the content of the letter, cannot endanger the life of the contractor, and so on.

Roman added the condition of a bottle of pure dew every month, and copied down the detailed formula.

In order to ensure the effectiveness of the contract, the last part is the honorable name of the god in the domain.

Roman has the experience of signing a contract with Ms. Tamara before, and is quite skilled in this aspect.

Still using the honorable name of the underworld:
"The destination of all death, the hell hidden deep in the spiritual world, the witness of the death of all things, belongs to the kingdom of death alone."

After writing these four sentences of description, the words on the yellowish-brown parchment ignited green flames one after another, illuminating the surroundings with gloom.

Roman didn't notice the complex expression on the lady's delicate face when he wrote the four sentences describing the honorable name of the underworld.

After finishing the parchment, Roman put the "Psychic Blade" on the parchment. Suddenly, Roman got inspiration. Instead of writing his real name, he put on a vest for himself and wrote down:
"Mason Tissart."

The name here is only used for summoning, because its own breath will enter the contract, so it doesn't matter whether you use your real name or not.

Roman thought here that in case you need to hide your identity for something in the future, don't lose your vest because of your real name in the messenger summoning spell.

So he improvised a pseudonym for himself.

After Roman finished signing, the parchment and pen automatically floated up and flew to the exquisite lady.

She stretched out a fair-skinned and delicate hand from under the bright red robe, with long and slender fingers, holding the black pen.

Slowly wrote down his name.

"Cecina Sterno."

The miserable green flames quickly connected to one side, wrapping the yellow-brown parchment and the "Spiritual Blade".

A few seconds later, the parchment was reduced to ashes, and the "Spiritual Blade" returned to Roman's hands.

Ms. Secia caressed the bright red robe, and her figure quickly disappeared into the slightly dim candlelight.

A soft and sweet voice sounded from a distance:

"Remember to make my hydrosol."

After the contract was reached, Roman could feel some subtle changes in the "Psychic Blade".

You don't need to recite the spell to unsummon the messenger by yourself, it can be done just by your own will.

Fortunately, Roman breathed a sigh of relief, and it went smoothly.

Finally, I have my own messenger.

"A spirit that wanders in emptiness, a friendly creature that can be driven, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Mason Tissart."

good~

While cleaning up the mess in a good mood, Roman thought with a smile in his heart, as a believer of the master of dolls and vests, how can he do without a vest?
Lying on the bed, Roman couldn't help but recall the process of summoning the messenger just now.

Sterno... I have never heard of this surname.

Miss Cesina is really beautiful, she can't be a witch, can she?

I don't know what she went through before she was alive, which made her lose her legs...

Cranky, Roman fell asleep.

Nothing special happened to Roman for the next two days.

According to the contact information agreed before, Roman sent a message to Miss Arya in the newspaper, informing him that he had returned to Backlund, and wrote down his detailed address in the Jowood District.

The reason why I didn't write my address in the East District was not because I was afraid that Ms. Arya would see her "embarrassed" renting a house in the East District, but mainly because I was afraid that a beautiful lady like her would be too conspicuous when she came to the East District and would cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, in terms of appearance alone, Miss Secia is better.

For the rest of the time, Roman continued to communicate with "Psychic Blade", while supplementing the content of Giant Language.

Through that messenger's call, Roman felt that his "psychic blade" had undergone some inexplicable changes, and he needed to understand it carefully.

And this summoning also made Roman find it a bit uncomfortable to be an illiterate.

There was also the hydrosol that Miss Cesina needed. Roman found suitable flowers and plants from various herbal medicine shops the next day and completed the preparation.

These flowers and plants cost Roman 3 pounds in total.

But Miss Cecina was quite satisfied with the bottle of pure dew.

After two full days, Roman, who was in a good mood, came to his house in the East District in the evening.

He intends to put the clothes he bought that fit the image of the East District here, so that he can come here to change clothes when needed later.

These clothes were custom-made by Roman on purpose by tailors in the Eastern District. They used fabrics that conformed to the aesthetics and conditions of the Eastern District. They would not look too "gorgeous", nor would they be brand new.

Based on Roman's figure, the tailor who made Roman's clothes earned a few soli more.

After that, I plan to go to St. Samuel's Cathedral and wait for His Excellency the Archbishop's reply to see if I can get a suitable weapon-type Extraordinary item.

Or whether the craftsmen inside the church can agree to their own customized needs.

When communicating with Ms. Tamara before, her idea of ​​the "shield" made Roman quite moved.

Thinking all the way, Roman, who walked near his residence, suddenly found a sneaky figure in the dark corner of the outside corner of his house.

Secretly on guard, Roman slowly approached.

Seeing that figure turn around, saw Roman, and let out a voice of surprise:

"Mr. Roman!"

It was only then that Roman realized that this was the red-haired boy who left a deep impression on him among the children he rescued from the North Wind Party that day, Clayton.

Although he was a little puzzled as to why he was waiting for him here, Roman let his guard down slightly and asked:
"Claret, why are you here?"

The young man with dark red hair and a lot of freckles looked around, as if he was worried about something, but didn't speak.

Roman also looked around and looked at him, "Come with me."

He took him into his house, found him an old chair, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him. Roman asked:
"What's wrong, Claire."

"Mr. Roman." Claret's tone seemed to be a little anxious, but also pleading: "Please save Zamia!"

(End of this chapter)