A translucent head slowly emerged from the flames, and then the whole 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 eyes in her eyes gave her a slightly different sense of charm.
This lady's hair is extremely long, as black as ink, and the hair is relatively thick, reaching to the ground like a waterfall.
Roman saw her delicate face, white neck, and wearing a bright red ascetic robe, which gave her a special sense of beauty.
As the black flames in the room faded and the yellow light lit up, Roman could clearly see the lady in front of him.
I found that the robe below her waist, although partially covered by black hair, still seemed empty, without any legs. She was floating in mid-air, staring at Roman with a pair of clear, enchanting purple eyes.
, spoke slowly:
"Are you calling me?"
Roman was a little stunned when he heard that he was able to communicate directly with words.
This also relieved him a lot from the state of mind that he had just been attracted to this woman, because what made Roman sad was that he found that he could not understand what the woman was talking about...
I was just laughing at Mr. Messenger Bag...
Roman thought carefully and found that what the woman said seemed to be similar to some words in dragon language, but he was not sure.
Seeing that Roman didn't respond, the lady changed to giant language and said again:
"Are you calling me?"
Phew! Roman breathed a sigh of relief.
He still knows some giant language.
After organizing the vocabulary, Roman cautiously spoke in Giant language;
"Yes."
"I'm looking for a messenger of my own. Madam, are you qualified?"
Roman didn't wait for her to speak, and asked expectantly: "How is your speed? Can you travel through the spirit world to deliver letters? Can you ensure the safety and confidentiality of letters?"
"Okay." 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?"
"Okay." The lady with the delicate face nodded and continued.
"You have to make a special hydrosol for me, one bottle every month."
Hydrosol... This lady's hobby is very much in line with the characteristics of spiritual creatures.
"What kind of hydrosol is it? How can I get it?" Roman asked cautiously.
The lady floated to Roman's desk. The pen and paper on the desk seemed to be controlled by invisible hands, and she wrote down a recipe.
In order to make it easier for Roman to understand, she used Giant language.
After the writing was completed, the formula floated into Roman's hands.
Roman took a look, and with some embarrassment took out a Giant language book from his luggage that Tony had given him before leaving, and compared it.
After learning Ancient Hermes, Roman felt that it was enough for general purposes, and he was a little slack in learning Giant and other languages.
Who would have thought that recruiting a courier requires reading a book... Roman complained in his heart and started reading the book.
The lady was standing next to him, looking at Roman with a strange expression and saying nothing.
"Golden Mandala..."
"Black Mandala..."
"Ye Herb..."
"Violet flower..."
Roman looked at the formulas and found that almost all of them were common. Only one kind of flower from the Southern Continent was relatively uncommon, but it was also a type that could be bought in herbal and flower shops. The price was not expensive, and the production process was not very 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?"
The delicate-looking lady took out a small bottle from somewhere, about the size of two thumbs.
"That's it."
Roman nodded seriously; "I have no problem."
From Agnes's memory, he knew that when signing a contract with a spirit world creature, try to focus on persuasion and communication. With Klein's communication method with the messenger lady as an example, Roman felt that the needs of the lady in front of him seemed obvious.
Very reasonable so there was no haggling.
Besides, since this is a monthly subscription, I feel that it’s much more cost-effective than Klein’s pay-per-use mailing method.
"Let's sign a contract."
Seeing the amazing-looking lady nodding her head, Roman did not hesitate any longer. He held the "Psychic Blade" in his left hand and picked up a pen in his right hand. On the tawny parchment that had been prepared long ago, he carefully considered the words in Giant language, slowly
Start writing.
Roman had repeated the format and terms in it many times from Agnes's memory to make sure there were no mistakes.
The words and sentences are concise. Of course, Roman's giant language level is not enough to form complicated words and sentences.
The content includes that the messenger cannot throw away the letter, cannot peek into the content of the letter, cannot endanger the life of the contractor, etc.
Roman added the additional requirement of one bottle of hydrosol every month and copied down the detailed formula.
In order to ensure the effectiveness of the contract, the last part is the name of the deity in the domain.
Roman has previous experience in signing contracts with Ms. Tamara 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 mortality of all things, belongs exclusively to the kingdom of Death."
After writing these four descriptions, the words on the tawny parchment ignited with green flames one after another, illuminating the surroundings with a gloomy feeling.
Roman didn't notice the complicated look on the lady's delicate face when he wrote those four sentences describing the honorable name of the underworld.
After getting the parchment, Roman put the "Psychic Blade" on the parchment. Roman suddenly had an inspiration. Instead of writing his real name, he put a vest on himself and signed it:
"Mason Tissart."
The name here is only used for summoning, because the breath itself will enter the contract, so it doesn't matter whether you use your real name or not.
Roman thought that if he needed to hide his identity for something in the future, he should not lose his vest because of his real name in the messenger summoning spell.
So he temporarily gave himself a pseudonym.
After Roman finished signing, the parchment and pen automatically floated up and flew in front of the delicate-looking lady.
She stretched out a hand with fair and delicate skin from under the bright red robe, with slender fingers, and held the black pen.
He slowly wrote his name.
"Cecina Sterno."
The pale green flames quickly connected to one side and enveloped the tawny parchment and the "Psychic Blade".
After a few seconds, the parchment turned into ashes, and the "Psychic Blade" returned to Roman's hand.
Ms. Sethia gently touched the bright red robe, and her figure quickly became illusive and disappeared into the slightly dim candlelight.
A soft and sweet voice sounded from far away:
"Remember to make my hydrosol."
After reaching the contract, Roman could feel some subtle changes in the "Psychic Blade".
There is no need to recite the incantation to de-summon the messenger yourself, it can be done by just relying on your own will.
Fortunately, Roman was slightly relieved, it went smoothly.
Finally I have my own messenger.
"The spirit wandering in the illusion, the friendly creature that can be driven, is the messenger of Mason Tissart alone."
Not bad ~
While Roman was cleaning up the mess in a good mood, he thought with a smile in his heart, as a believer of the Lord of Matryoshka Dolls and Vests, how can he do without a vest?
Lying on the bed, Roman couldn't help but think back to the process of summoning the messenger.
Sterno... I have never heard of this last name.
Miss Cecina is so beautiful, she can’t be a witch, right?
I don’t know what she went through during her lifetime that caused her to lose her legs...
In the midst of random thoughts, Roman fell asleep.
Nothing special happened to Roman in the next two days.
Roman followed the previously agreed contact information and 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 Miss Arya would see her "embarrassment" in renting an apartment 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 cause unnecessary trouble.
Of course, in terms of appearance alone, Miss Sethia is better.
During the remaining time, Roman continued to communicate with the "Psychic Blade" while supplementing the contents of the giant language.
Through that messenger's summons, Roman felt that his "Psychic Blade" had undergone some inexplicable changes, and he needed to understand it carefully.
This summons also made Roman realize that it is a bit uncomfortable to be an illiterate.
There was also the hydrosol that Miss Cecina needed. Roman found suitable flowers and herbs from various herbal 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 hydrosol.
After two fulfilling days, Roman, who was in a relatively happy mood, came to his house in the East District in the evening.
He plans 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 specifically from a tailor in the East District. They used fabrics that fit the aesthetics and conditions of the East District. They would not look too "gorgeous" and they would not be made brand new.
Based on Roman's figure, the tailor who made Roman's clothes earned several soles more.
After that, I plan to go to St. Samuel's Cathedral to wait for the answer from His Excellency the Archbishop and see if I can get a suitable weapon-type extraordinary item.
Or whether the craftsmen within the church can meet their own customization needs.
Roman was quite moved by her "shield" idea when he communicated with Ms. Tamara before.
Thinking all the way, Roman walked near his residence and suddenly noticed a sneaky figure in the dim corner of his house.
Secretly on guard, Roman approached slowly.
The figure turned around, saw Roman, and made a sound of surprise:
"Mr. Roman!"
Only then did Roman realize that this was the red-haired boy who had left a deep impression on him among the children he rescued from the North Wind Party that day, Clete.
Although he was a little confused as to why he was waiting for her here, Roman lowered his guard slightly and asked:
"Crete, why are you here?"
The young man with dark red hair and many freckles looked around, seeming to be worried about something and said nothing.
Roman also looked around and looked at him, "Come with me."
He took him into his house, found him a shabby chair, poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and Roman asked:
"What's wrong, Clete?"
"Mr. Roman." Crete's tone seemed to be a little anxious, but also a little pleading: "Please save Zamiya!"
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