Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Almost at the same time, Lumian's hair stood up, his back felt cold, and he had a clear premonition of danger.

He subconsciously pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" hidden in his waist, ready to tear off the black cloth wrapped on it at any time.

The translucent figure with long turquoise hair and leaves covering the key parts floated in mid-air, looking at Lumian in the room, his green eyes were sometimes misty, sometimes smiling, and sometimes like a deep whirlpool, which made the human soul endure. Can't help but want to indulge in it.

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On the one hand, Lumian had some kind of familiar and unfamiliar impulse, which ravaged in his mind and disturbed most of his thoughts. On the other hand, he felt uncontrollable fear, like a flying insect meeting a spider that was laying a web.

He slowed down his dance moves, ready to pause at any moment.

The translucent female figure showed an eager expression, but instinctively felt something was wrong, and resisted approaching Lumian.

It leaned out from time to time, retracted the curtain from time to time, and ultimately did nothing.

After Lumian finished dancing the "Dance of Encouragement", he heard small and weak voices coming into his ears, as close as if they were next door, and the strange creatures wandering in the room disappeared one by one.

The last one to leave was the female figure wrapped in long green hair and leaves, it was both reluctant and puzzled.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the noisy voices in his body.

He couldn't hear a word clearly, and he wanted to hear every sentence clearly.

After a while, Lumian opened his eyes, looked at the window covered by the tattered curtain, and said to himself silently:

"What was it just now?"

His intuition told him that the translucent female figure was much stronger than the other weird creatures he had recruited, and it was not something a Beyonder of his level could deal with.

If it weren't for the pollution of the seal in his body and the blue-black pattern on his chest, even if it hadn't been activated, the spiritual creatures would subconsciously dare not approach, Lumian suspected that something bad happened to him.

This made him wonder:

How on earth did other 'dancers' survive? "

He had preliminarily confirmed that the area was not too dangerous before he dared to dance the "Dance of Recruiting", but almost had an accident. What do other "dancers" do to avoid similar risks?

"Is it my 'gift' obtained through stealing, lacking some mystic knowledge, or is it that other 'dancers' can only attract weird creatures similar to themselves, plus the fact that the 'dancing dance' comes from a hidden existence, Under normal circumstances, there will be no problems?" Lumian pondered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might be the one who was abnormal.

He thinks that the pollution status in his body is very high, even if he is sealed, he can occasionally absorb strange and dangerous things.

"Fortunately, pollution is also a form of protection..." Lumian exhaled, put away "Fallen Mercury", lit the iron black carbide lamp and sat down at the wooden table, flipping through Aurora's notes.

It is a very painful thing to read mystic notes from the back to the front. He lacks the corresponding knowledge reserves and feels that he is illiterate from time to time, so he has to take out Aurora's earliest notes and make up for the corresponding symbols and mystics. significance.

But Lumian couldn't calm down and learn from the front to the back. He thought that there was really important information hidden in Aurora's witchcraft notes, and it must be in the content of the last year or two. Anomalies gradually appeared, and the time when the shepherds began to "hunt".

After fighting against the knowledge called "Lightning Technique" for nearly two hours, Lumian declared his failure and decided to continue tomorrow night.

He washed up a bit and lay down on the bed.

Thinking of the weird creature that was recruited just now, Lumian worriedly placed "Fallen Mercury" next to the pillow to prevent problems before they happen.

Before leaving Kordu Village, he had inspected the silver-black evil dagger, and confirmed that its fate was to "suffer from the fire" in exchange for it from the flame monster.

The darkness is gradually deepening, but there is no peace in the chaotic streets, singing, shouting, scolding the singer, fighting, chasing, coughing, crying, and moving, one after another, as if playing a night song Symphony.

Lumian was used to the noise, and even felt that it made him feel alive.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, the bells of the church in the distance rang, just like the village of Kordu, Lumian woke up on time, unwilling to open his eyes.

After a few minutes, he turned over and sat up, inserting "Fallen Mercury" back into his waist.

He had messy dreams all night, nothing special happened.

"Did I think too much?" Lumian muttered.

He immediately opened the door, walked into the nearest bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror with the morning light outside the window. Compared with the same moment yesterday, he has not changed in any way.

The color and extensions on the hair are external things, and will not reset with his physical state. Lumian bent down and brushed his teeth.

While he was cleaning his mouth, out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie walk in.

"Don't you live on the 5th floor?" Lumian spat out the mouthwash and turned to ask Charlie.

Charlie changed into a yellowed white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows. He yawned and said:

"Can you believe it? The group of guys got up before 6 o'clock, and the bathroom on the 5th floor was full of people!"

He then smiled:

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"My favorite is the bathroom on the second floor, do you know why? It's clean!

"Although that **** Laurent has high eyebrows and doesn't know how to help his mother at all, he still has advantages. He loves to clean very much. As long as he is in the apartment, he will clean the room every day, and clean the bathroom by the way, haha, right? The toilet is dirty, so he won't be able to poop?"

It turned out that he was cleaning... Lumian was a little surprised for a moment.

The young man named Laurent left him with the impression of indifference, arrogance, well-dressed, high self-esteem, inconsiderate of his mother's situation, and not at all like someone who would come to clean the bathroom.

Lumian thought it was because the other residents on the second floor couldn't bear the miserliness of the landlord, so they cleaned the frequently used areas by themselves.

Seeing Charlie's tired face as if he hadn't slept all night, Lumian smiled and asked:

"Did you go to City Wall Street last night?"

Wall Street is Trier's famous red light district.

"Empty?" Lumian helped to think of an adjective.

"Yes yes yes!" Charlie walked to the toilet and pulled off the belt.

He narrowed his small eyes with a relaxed expression.

Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, sneered and said:

"Did you have a spring dream?"

Charlie shivered, shook his right hand, and said with a smile

"That was the most realistic dream I've ever had. The girl in the dream was much more beautiful than those on City Wall Street, and she was so gentle and enthusiastic. I just didn't want to wake up."

"Obviously, you can't last that long, it's kindness to you to wake up." Lumian joked.

"I also plan to go to the nearby Nightingale Street after I get my salary when I don't have to work on Sunday. There are several dance halls there, and I can find some cheap kittens. My colleague told me that there, only 52 are needed. Cope can give himself a 'job award'. (Note 1)

"But right now, I'm not interested in going."

Having said that, he was suddenly excited, and said to Lumian with a low voice

"Did you know? There was a wealthy guest in the hotel who treated me very well. He asked me to deliver food by name and asked me to help tidy up the room."

"Male?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Charlie shook his head quickly:

"No, it's a lady. I suspect she's taken a fancy to me. I'm hesitating. If she really makes that kind of request, should I give up my principles? You know, this kind of thing is very common in Trier." Usually, I can get my first pot of gold from her, and I can have my own hotel soon."

"I thought you wouldn't hesitate." Although we have only known each other for more than two days, Lumian believes that Charlie is a person with a very flexible moral bottom line.

"She's in her fifties."

Lumian let out a long "oh", expressing his inner words with his expression.

He bid farewell to Charlie, went back to his room and changed into jackets, trousers and other clothes that were more suitable for the chaotic temperament, and went to the street outside to buy a shallot pancake for 6 coppes, and half a liter of apple sour wine for 1 rick. Sitting on the corner of the street, slowly eating breakfast. The shadows of the houses on both sides covered his body. While savoring the scent of scallions and the sweetness of flour, he watched the peddlers, the women who bought vegetables, the laborers who came and went, and picked up the garbage on the ground. The children and the barricades in the alley not far away.

It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the morning that Lumian stood up, patted his clothes, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", went up to the third floor, and knocked on the door of Room 5.

Intelligence dealer Anthony Reid lives here.

After the sound of thump, thump, a steady male voice came out with an accent from the west coast of Jianhai:

"Please come in."

Lumian twisted the handle, pushed the door open, and first smelled a slightly pungent, minty smell, which seemed to be used to repel insects.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a man in his forties sitting beside the bed.

The man was wearing an army green jacket, trousers of the same color, and lace-up leather boots. His hair was shaved very short, leaving only a thin layer.

He does not have the sharp and capable temperament of a veteran. His light yellow hairline has receded a lot compared to normal, his forehead looks wide, his face is fat, his beard is cleanly shaved, his skin is slightly oily, and the pores of his nose are stuffed. Some small black things look a little simple and honest.

Anthony Reid turned his head sideways and looked at Lumian, his dark brown eyes reflected the figure of the other party.

For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt strangely uneasy.

Note 1: Kitten has a pun in French slang, referring to prostitutes or female reproductive organs.

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