Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Jian Na turned her eyes slightly, raised her arms and said, "This is the requirement of the theater performance class."

After saying this, she seemed to relax a little bit, and her smile became more natural: "Didn't I tell you that I work part-time as a waitress in a bar to earn some living expenses? This is my boss, and I'm here to talk to him Salary matters."

Jianna pointed to Lumian at the door of Room 207 to strengthen the persuasiveness of her words.

Alodi glanced at Lumian, then stared at Jenna for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Remember to go home tonight."

Jenna's smile froze for a second, and she said, "Okay."

Seeing that Elodie was busy again, cleaning the other side of the second floor, Jianna walked down the stairs lightly and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Not long after, she saw Lumian following up, and couldn't help complaining: "Damn! Why is my mother at the Golden Rooster Hotel?"

Lumian thought for a while and said, "Blame the old pigeon cage. Mr. Eve, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, is looking for a half-day cleaning lady there, and your mother regularly goes to the old pigeon cage to watch dramas."

Jian Na gritted her teeth and said, "Those **** believers of evil gods." She immediately shook her arm: "I will honestly say at night that I am working as an underground singer part-time for next year's tuition, and I earn quite a lot .”

Lumian glanced at Jenna's profile: "You don't seem too nervous and frightened?"

Jenna spat: "That's my mother, not a man-eating monster.

"She is a very gentle and open-minded person. I didn't tell her what I was doing before, just because I was afraid that she would worry."

"She will be worried now." Lumian reminded.

As an underground singer in dance halls and bars, it is always inevitable to deal with gangsters, and being bullied and oppressed happens from time to time.

Jian Na smiled and said in a teasing tone: "I am now the leader of the Savoie Party and the protector of the Breeze Ballroom, Charles. Dubois' mistress, who dares to bully me?"

"That's even more dangerous." Lumian laughed.

Jian Na withdrew her gaze, looked at the hawkers on the chaotic streets and said: "If my mother can't accept it, I plan to show her my current ability and make her believe that I can protect myself."

Yeah? Lumian did not cite the perverted Hedsey as an example.

Jian Na put away the expression on her face, and said in a slightly low voice: "She has suffered too much and worked hard for many years. I want to help her share some of the burden, so that she will not break down her body."

Lumian thought for a while and said, "Since your father died?"

Jian Na shifted her eyes to the ground in front of her, and said "hm", "There was an accident in the factory, my father was seriously injured, and he lay in the hospital for more than ten days, but he still couldn't be rescued in the end.

"We spent all our savings and owed a sum of money. A few years ago, I could actually find a good theater and start studying drama, but it wasn't until the beginning of this year that we paid off almost half of the debt and re-opened. I saved up a sum of tuition fees, and my mother said that I can’t delay it any longer, and I will be old if I delay it.”

After listening quietly, Lumian asked a little puzzled: "Is there no compensation for the factory accident?"

"Yes, but that **** hasn't paid the compensation until now." Jenna said through gritted teeth, "He's been appealing, and the court is very slow every time. Damn, does he want to delay until we all die?"

Lumian was silent for a second, then changed the topic: "Your mother used to be a drama actress?"

"Yes." Jianna's expression gradually softened, "She has good acting skills and looks good, but most of the managers, sponsors, and owners of the theater are men, and they habitually pick their prey in the theater. Like a lion patrolling its own territory, those who are unwilling to obey them will not get a good role. Grass, everyone thinks this kind of thing is normal, even the police, even the court.” My mother has a gentle personality, but she is very stubborn inside. Has been only able to do supporting roles and was even fired once. When the theater she found later went bankrupt, she temporarily lost the opportunity to return to the stage, and could only work as a hotel maid and laundress.

"It was at that time that she met my dad, and they got together. Under God's witness, they became husband and wife.

Praise the sun. At that time, my father was working hard to become a skilled worker, and my mother was doing various jobs, trying to save money, and at the same time looking for opportunities to be a theater actress again. My mother said that was the time she missed the most. "Later, my brother and I were born, and my father and mother became even busier, maintaining the family with difficulty and giving us opportunities to study.

"By the time we were able to take care of ourselves, my mom was too old to go back to the stage, and she pinned her hopes on me. Wanted to see me become a good theater actor. Even if it was just a supporting role, and my dad wanted My brother can become a real skilled worker."

These words seemed to have been backlogged in Jenna's heart for a long time, and she had no chance to say them until now.

Lumian didn't interrupt her, and waited until she stopped by herself before asking, "Do you want to be a theater actor yourself?"

Jenna smiled proudly and contentedly: "When your mother is a drama fan and good at acting, it's hard not to like drama."

Her smile made Lumian inexplicably feel a little jealous. He said with emotion: "It can be seen that your mother really likes drama. Even if she is a cleaning lady, she will put on makeup and wear a beautiful wig."

Jenna nodded lightly and said: "She said that this will make her feel that she is still young, she is still the same person who performed on the stage back then, she is still a real theater actor, and other jobs are just part-time jobs.

Speaking of this, Jianna looks forward to the future: "I will be an underground singer for another year, and I will be able to save enough for next year's tuition fees, and pay off most of the remaining debts. With the money earned by my mother and brother, we will There is no burden. At that time, she will not need to work a few more jobs, and my brother will be able to learn technology from others."

The more Jenna spoke, the more excited she became, and she couldn't help raising her arms, as if she wanted to touch the beauty of the future.

Lumi quietly looked at Jenna like this, and suddenly felt that the backlog of emotions in her heart dissipated a lot.

Hope, what a moving word.

After Jian Na calmed down for a few seconds, she felt inexplicably embarrassed, and glanced sideways at Lumian: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen others get excited?"

Lumian sneered, but did not respond.

Jian Na sized him up several times, and said to herself, "Why do I think your condition is better?"

"No." Lumian replied succinctly.

At this time, the two had already walked into Market Avenue, and they saw Yuge posted everywhere. A poster of Artois' successful election to Congress.

Hugh, supported by both the Savoyard and the Stingers. Artois really became a member of Congress. Not sure what kind of changes he will bring to the market area.

Lumian withdrew his gaze from the poster, and a thing Franka told him flashed through his mind: the "Ms. Yue" who believed in the "Great Mother" thought Hugh. Artois is enlightened enough.

In the afternoon, before heading to the Boulevard area to find Mr. K, Lumian set up an altar in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

After the "spiritual wall" was built, three candles were lit in order from **** to man, and from left to right, and after dripping essential oil and pure dew, Lumian took two steps back in the misty environment, and said in a deep voice: "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

A faint gray mist diffused out, and there was a sense of uneasiness in the surroundings.

Resisting the dullness of his thoughts and the itching of the flesh and blood under his skin, Lumian looked at the black-stained candle, followed the instruction of Ms. "Magician", and recited the follow-up mantra in Hermes: "I will You beg, beg for your protection."

After a series of operations, Lumian saw the holy angel who seemed to be condensed from pure light.

At the same time, he vaguely heard a sleepy sigh.

A sigh from infinite heights.

The radiant and illusory angel descended from a height, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian.

The pair of wings of light closed together, enveloping him.

When Lumian regained his sobriety, everything became normal.

Near evening.

Boulevard District, 19 Scheer Street.

Lumian met Mr. K again in that basement.

He was still wearing a big hood and a black robe, and he sat silently on the red armchair.

Mr. K looked at Lumian, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I am very satisfied with your actions, and without knowing it, your actions are in line with my Lord's teachings to fight against those evil existences the scroller."

Mr. K paused and said, "Have you considered it?"

"Think about it." Lumian lowered his head and said, "You let me see the glory of the Lord."

"Haha." Mr. K suddenly laughed out loud, laughing insanely, giving people a feeling of losing their minds.

After a few seconds, he calmed down, and without letting the waiters around him evade, he said directly: "My lord's honorable name is "the creator of all, the omniscient and omnipotent god, the master behind the shadow curtain, the ruler of the spiritual world, all The fallen nature of living beings, pick three of your own and pray to her in Hermes."

Just hearing Mr. K's description, Lumian's clothes, skin, flesh and bones were completely melted away, leaving only the pure heart and self-awareness of horror.

He couldn't help trembling, and recited almost instinctively: "The creator of everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, the master behind the shadow curtain." Lumian couldn't think carefully, and subconsciously chose the first three sentences.

Almost at the same time, he felt that his surroundings suddenly became dark, as if covered with a thick curtain.

Behind the illusory and deep shadow curtain, a pair of eyes were watching Lumian vaguely, piercing through his consciousness and making him almost unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian regained his thoughts, only to feel sticky cold sweat all over his body.

Mr. K stood up, with a clear smile in his hoarse voice: "From now on, you are our brother and truly become one of us.

"We are a secret organization that believes in the true Creator, called the Aurora Society."

Aurora Club? Lumian was taken aback.

Isn't this the terrorist organization that helped me take the blame?

From this point of view, the official Extraordinary didn't seem to have found the wrong partner. I really became a member of the "Aurora Club".

Mr. K immediately asked the waiters around him to exit the basement, and then said to Lumian: "Gardner Martin is a member of the Jagged Cross. That secret organization originally believed in our Lord, but in recent years, they have gradually alienated us. I no longer pray frequently, and seem to be planning a very important thing.

"I sent you to join them because I want you to find out the reason and figure out what they are doing."