"Are you short of money again? In the past, you definitely didn't care about getting paid for saving people, whether they liked it or not."

"Have you switched to the 'spectator' path?" Lumian joked and nodded sincerely, "The special contract I mentioned requires a sacrifice of gold worth 100,000 ferkin within a period of time afterwards."

100,000 Firkin? After truly entering the world of occultism, Jenna was refreshed her view of money again and again.

As far as she knew, Ciel didn't have as much cash as she did now, and such a person dared to owe 100,000 Firkin just for a contract that allowed him to use special abilities.

Franka clicked her tongue again and asked:

"Why didn't you just 'teleport' us outside the door from the beginning? At that time, the basement door was not closed, so there wouldn't be any accidents."

"Don't you think it's cool to take action at the last moment?" Lumian asked without answering.

Of course, the real reason was that he had just acquired the ability to "travel through the spirit world" and had not developed the habit of using it subconsciously. When the dark wooden door of the basement closed, he was afraid that the last "teleportation" would fail, so he did not dare to try it rashly.

Later, Franka completed the "magic mirror divination", and he confirmed that the seal could also connect to the outside world, so he made a decisive decision.

In the disbelieving voices of Franka and Jenna, Lumian rubbed his hollow and throbbing head and said: "Find a hotel, I want to take a nap and restore my spirituality."

"Okay." Franka did not rush to find the hotel, but turned into a deserted alley and took out an exquisite makeup mirror.

"What are you trying to divine?" Jenna asked curiously.

The corners of Franka's mouth turned up: "Divinate the picture reflected in my other mirror."

Seeing Jian Na's confusion, she smiled and added: Also

"I just lost a small mirror that looked like a fragment outside that basement."

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After speaking, Franca stroked the mirror and recited a mantra.

Not long after, the mirror reflected a scene: Saliente, the owner of the secret medicine store wearing a gold-rimmed blue coat, stood in front of the dark wooden door, bent his back, and shouted in a low voice:
Chapter completed!