Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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"Aurora attacked me."

These words echoed in Lumian's ears, as if the dam suddenly collapsed, and the flood flooded into his mind violently, washing out all the **** cracks that had been buried under the mud.

Pale, painful, and bone-piercing, Lumian saw those pictures again: he saw the curate Guillaume Benet surrounded by a large number of undead in sackcloth in the wilderness.

He saw Mrs. Puares flying in mid-air with her wings spread.

He saw the blond figure reflected in her eyes, it was Aurora.

Lumian also saw the third floor of the castle, the wall covered with bluish-white transparent faces.

Saw Louis Lund giving birth.

Saw Sybilberry reborn in a maid.

I saw Guillaume Benet, Pierre Béry, and Pontsbenet, a group of fateful believers who were fighting against the midwife, the administrator Beoist and others.

And all these pictures come from his own line of sight, from the fist-sized bubbles floating in mid-air.

"Blank paper..."

"Blank Paper" Lumian's expression twisted, and he leaned back in pain. The blood vessels on his body protrude one by one, and they are densely packed with blue and purple.

At the same time, the words left by the psychiatrist Susie flashed through his mind: "Always remember, don't be overly emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm your mood and ease the state."

Lumian gasped for air, as if the surroundings had become a vacuum.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Puares said with a little sympathy: "You really forgot a lot of things. No, you buried them in the depths of your heart and dare not touch them." uncomfortable. It was only after I became a "banshee" that I met a woman who really touched my heart. She is so charming, kind, quiet, and lively. I can't believe that she will attack me and block me as a believer of an evil god.

"At that time, she was already a "fate hunter", and she was more preoccupied by fate than Guillaume Benet."

Lumian couldn't help but raised his hands and pressed his head, as if it was about to explode from the inside out.

In constant deep breaths, he recalled Aurora who didn't take it seriously every time he heard him talk about the weirdness in the village, recalled Aurora who told him not to watch things he shouldn't watch, and recalled Aurora who always told himself not to watch things at night. Sitting on the roof looking at the starry sky, Auror recalled the transparent "lizard" that came out of Auror's mouth in the dream, and recalled that Naaraiza and others who first spread the heresy of constellations were all with Aurora. The ones that Lol walked closer to.

Along with these, he also remembered the fact that he found out that after Raymond Ava's death, he failed to take revenge on Ponce Bene, and was caught by the gang, suffered a little torture but was finally released.

I remembered Aurora, who was as solemn and worried as myself, cutting out the little blue book and piecing together the help letter, I remembered Aurora who explained the knowledge of mysticism to myself, I remembered the eyes turning during the ceremony, as if I came to life , Aurora who pushed herself out of the altar.

Huh, huh... Lumian panted heavily, as if he was still in that succubus and hadn't woken up.

Mrs. Puares sighed softly: "I should have discovered that she was abnormal earlier. Although she visited me and I did not visit her frequently, I have noticed that she likes to look up at the starry sky at night, always Say some strange words about "hometown". In the field of mysticism, "starry sky" is a very dangerous thing, especially for Extraordinary people. Later, I wanted her to believe in the Great Mother, but it was too late."

Lumian's lips moved, and he asked very hard: "Since when did she become abnormal?"

He remembered clearly that Aurora had always had the habit of looking up at the starry sky and missing her hometown. But nothing happened in those first years. Of course, Lumian admitted that in the past year, Aurora looked at the starry sky more frequently than before, but he couldn't remember exactly why

Since when did it become like that.

Mrs. Pouaris shook her head, suppressed the rest of her emotions, and said amusedly: "You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, but I am not. Sometimes I am jealous of you, and sometimes I feel You are also good, why should we stick to the rules of vulgar society, and not let go of ourselves to enjoy the joy of life?"

Lumian didn't seem to hear what Mrs. Puares was saying, he still buried his body and pressed his head, looking at the floor of the car and asking to himself: "Who, who made her believe in fate? "

"Perhaps she alone knows the answer, unfortunately." Mrs. Poualis sighed again.

Lumian fell silent, taking deep breaths constantly.

Once, twice, three times, after an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened his back, put his hands down, and looked at Mrs. Puares: "Have you ever seen a lizard-like elf in the village?"

"No." Mrs. Puares shook her head.

The transparent "lizard" in my dream is just a symbol, representing belief in fate, or does it exist in reality, but it is hidden deeply? Lumian kept thinking, as if only in this way would he not touch the sharp knives inserted in his heart.

He asked a new question: "Have you heard of the legend of the wizard? It takes nine cows to pull the coffin."

"No." Mrs. Puares shook her head again.

Lumian asked one question after another. At last he did not know what he was asking, nor whether Madame Pouaris answered. Even the face of the other party became vague in his impression, not clear enough, as if separated by tens or hundreds of meters.

At some point, the four-wheeled carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the side of the road in a daze, walking forward aimlessly, without stopping.

When, when, when.

The church bell rang and the time reached zero.

Lumian suddenly regained consciousness and found himself back outside the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He instinctively went up the steps and was about to open the door, but after a few seconds of stunned, he retreated to the street again. Shuffling, walking towards the end of the chaotic street like a wandering soul.

He walked all the way to the market avenue, the sky was gloomy all night, and finally the clouds were dense, and there was no red moon or stars.

Lumian came to the entrance of the Breeze Ballroom, and heard the drums beating fiercely inside, and the voices were full of people, which was extremely lively.

As if he couldn't bear this environment, he turned around suddenly, staggered to the side of the road, found a shadow far from the nearest gas street lamp, and sat on the ground.

Pat, clack, as time went by, drops of rain fell to the ground, onto the top of Lumian's head, and before his eyes.

The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the sound of patter patter became one.

Lumian didn't move, it was like turning into a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, wet his face, and soak his clothes.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above his head, and the falling raindrops disappeared.

Lumian raised his head in a daze, and saw a dark blue umbrella, the metal frame supporting the cloth cover, and Jenna holding the handle of the umbrella.

He withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the middle of the road where the mist was already splashing, neither trying to stop Jenna nor paying attention to her.

Jenna wore a thick smoky makeup, wearing a red low-cut skirt with sequins, and a light-colored shawl with large holes on her shoulders, making her look not particularly revealing.

She stared at Lumian for a few seconds, without asking any questions, and still stood beside him, holding an umbrella.

It took a full hour for the heavy rain to subside, and only drops of water occasionally fell from the buildings on both sides and the lamps beside the road.

Lumian stood up slowly as if he had lost something.

While putting away her umbrella, Jenna said to herself, "The rain will always stop, just like the darkness will always pass, the sun will surely rise, and the light will definitely shine on the earth."

Lumian was silent for a while, looking at the dark road ahead and said: "When you find that someone you trust is not like you thought

How would you feel? "

Jenna didn't answer his question, but asked instead: "Do you still believe him?"

Lumian pursed his lips and replied without hesitation: "I believe."

"Since you still believe him, then go find the reason why he did that." Jenna said calmly.

Lumian's hands trembled slightly. He took another deep breath, several times in a row. Finally, there was no longer any abnormality in his body. Until then, he turned his head sideways and looked at Jenna: "Why are you here?"

Jenna replied angrily and amusedly: "Fuck, this is outside the Breeze Ballroom. I don't have to go to the theater today, and I came to sing to earn money again tonight. Just after the end, I saw you sitting on the side of the road when I went out, foolishly drenched in the rain."

Lumian withdrew his gaze, and took a step without expression. He stepped on the stagnant water and walked towards Baijiao Street at a fairly fast speed.

"Where are you going?" Jenna asked a little worried.

Lumian said without looking back, "Go find the reason."

He remembered the words Aurora left behind when he pushed himself away from the altar: "My... notes."

Combined with the current situation, Lumian suspected that her sister was telling herself that she could find clues to the source of the anomaly from her witchcraft notes.

Jenna, who was carrying an umbrella, followed Lumian, and asked tentatively, "Can you find the reason in just one night?"

"Maybe it will take a long time." Lumian replied impatiently.

Jenna muttered: "Then why are you in such a hurry? Take a good rest and clear your mind, maybe it will help you find the reason faster."

Lumian thought of his incomprehension of many contents in the witchcraft notes, and his lack of occult knowledge, so he remained silent for a while. He turned his head again and looked at Jenna: "Is Franka at home?"

"Why are you asking this?" Jenna looked puzzled, "She probably won't go back to White Coat Street today, she said she wants to spend a pleasant night with Gardner Martin."

Phew... Lumian exhaled and turned to the chaotic street.