Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian had always thought that the other self in the dream represented his own dark side, which was an alienated personality caused by fate and pollution.

But now it looks like there's more to it!

There is no problem with the interpretation of his essence? But he and the owl have been in the wizard's tomb all the time, whether there is a corresponding symbol for his sneaky behavior.

Representing the manipulator behind the scenes, the owner of the lizard-like creature represents the village of Kordu, the real planner of the great sacrifice: and now, he is hiding in the dark, trying to cooperate with Thermipolos to escape the seal.

But Thermiporus's attitude towards lizard-like creatures is not like that.

Lumian was silent for several seconds.

Without hiding his guess, he told the "magician" in detail, listened to it very carefully, and thought for a while.

I originally thought that as long as you receive psychotherapy step by step and recall the forgotten things step by step, the truth of Kordu Village will clearly appear in front of your eyes, which should be no different from what I learned.

"But after hearing what you said, I suspect that some of the symbols and metaphors presented in your dream hide another secret, a deeper secret."

"But no matter what, those symbols and metaphors come from the projection of my real experience in the dream. It's impossible that I can't interpret it after recovering my memory."

Lumian objected.

Ms. "Magician" smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true."

Seeing that Lumian was puzzled, she simply explained: "On the one hand, you may not have actually experienced it, but your spirituality or subconsciousness has detected dangers and abnormalities, and projected them into dreams as symbolic elements.

"On the other hand, Termiporos is sealed in your body, and your fate is connected with her. Your subconscious may have discovered some abnormalities from her."

Lumian, probably understood the meaning of the "magician" female ten.

After thinking for a while, he said, "After I receive all the psychotherapy, can Ms. Susie directly arouse my subconscious mind and ask about the meanings of its different symbols."

This is very dangerous, and when the time comes, you will have to decide whether to try it or not based on the comprehensive opinions of two psychiatrists. "Ms. Magician said thoughtfully," It will take a long time, but before that, I can help you find Extraordinary people who are good at deciphering and symbolizing meaning? Seeing cannot be interpreted accurately enough without going through your subconscious mind. do you need? . "

"good."

Lumian couldn't wait to agree.

Then, he asked with a little worry: "Do you care about the helpers of Thermiporos who may be lurking around!"

Ms. Magician said calmly: "Since we are aware of this possibility, I don't think he will take the risk of staying around you. Of course, I will continue to make certain observations."

She turned to ask: "Are you going to continue the mission that Aurora will give you? Many people should have seen you rushing towards the Tree of Shadows just now, which will make Gardner Martin suspicious."

"If you don't want to take risks, tell Mr. K about this. He should be very pleased that you killed a fallen tree spirit? Destroyed the plan of the Blessed Society, and then arranged a new mission for you."

"If you want to continue, I will ask the memory of those witnesses under the mannequin. Anyway, in the environment at that time, it is normal to not see your specific appearance and physical characteristics clearly."

Lumian hardly hesitated, "I want to continue."

Gardner Martin himself is a Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 of the "Hunter" pathway, and there are a large number of "Hunters" around him. If you continue to contact him and join the organization called "Iron Cross", you are very likely to get "Arson" Home" follow-up potion formulas and main ingredients.

After going through all these incidents, Lumian has a better understanding of the level of the sequence, the reliability of the strong and his own level, and has an urgent desire to improve his own strength, which is different from when he first arrived in Trier. , don't care about anything.

The state of pursuing hope in a slightly muddled state is completely different. Only when you are strong enough can you fight against misfortune.

Only in the dangerous world of mysticism can we find the true thoughts of the original disaster.

Only in this way can we distinguish whether various proposals that use "resurrection" as bait contain malice.

Ms. "Magician" nodded slightly and agreed to Lumian's request!

Because of the topic just now, Lumian asked curiously, "Has the Tree of Shadows been resolved?"

"How can it be?"

Ms. "Magician" sneered: "Even if the two churches ask God to descend, the tree of shadows cannot be solved. Hehe, it cannot be said that there is no way, but the price is so high that no one is willing to pay."

"What kind of price?" Lumian asked.

Ms. "Magician" walked towards the side of the hillside like a walk, and took 2 steps.

After more than a thousand years of nourishment and influence, the Shadow Tree has long been integrated with Trier, which is equivalent to its dark side and its shadow. Unless this metropolis is directly destroyed and everyone here is killed, otherwise True God can't completely destroy it, "Of course, you can also move Trier to other places, remove all the people, and then after five or six years, when the tree of shadow that has lost its nourishment becomes weak enough, reward it for uprooting But in that way, other dangers in Trier's underground will become uncontrollable."

"There are other dangers."

Lumian frowned: "Trill's underground is too exaggerated."

He then asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you destroy the J Shadow Tree when it was first planted?"

Ms. Magician laughed, "Isn't this a rush to build a city to fight against certain dangers in the ground? Haven't you noticed that someone has quietly planted a tree of shadows?"

She didn't specify what other dangers were involved, and didn't seem to think this was something Lumian should know by now.

Lumian was keenly aware of this and shut his mouth.

Ms. Magician looked at him and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Will you be unhappy because I sent you directly to Trier, got you involved in a series of dangerous things, and didn't provide corresponding help?"

"No."

Lumian didn't understand why Ms. Magician would ask this question. In his opinion, it was fair enough to accept the task, complete the commission, and get rewards. During this process, Ms. Magician would also give guidance through letters.

Except for the later years of being adopted, Lumian has long been used to not relying entirely on others, and making full use of various resources in his hands to achieve his goals.

Ms. Magician smiled: "You didn't see the Major Arcana card that summoned her in Holy Grail 2, that's because it happened to be in Trier, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy and effective?"

She paused and said: "If I take you as an extension of my eyes and an extension of my palm as a real subordinate who has no self-will, I can let you provide you with enough help by reciting my name. Most of the time, your safety is guaranteed, but you choose the hunter path. This is a path that requires fighting and a strong self-will. Flowers grown in greenhouses cannot become qualified hunters. One always relies on shelter. Or, it is very difficult for a hunter who has been fighting in the comfort zone to obtain divinity and become a saint. At that time, it will take more time and a greater price to make up for the current lack."

"What kind of person do you want to be for?"

Lumian was silent for two seconds and said, "I want to be the one who makes those **** tremble."

The answer is self-evident.

Madam Magician nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, this does not mean that I will ignore you. I will still reply to your letter, give you advice, and even directly provide help according to your request, but I don't want you to feel that you can be sheltered all the time."

Lumian nodded, expressing his understanding. He recalled Suzanne Matisse quickly reciting some words to pray for help from a high-ranking person. Combined with the key words mentioned by Ms. Magician just now, he seemed to be thinking: "Reciting the honorable name of a certain existence can gain her attention, and pray for corresponding help."

"Yes," the magician nodded lightly and said, "But that requires the other party to have enough kindness. When you reach a certain stage, I will also tell you my name. Well, you hold the honorable name of Mr. Fool, but if It is difficult to get an effective response by reciting without a ceremony, and may even encounter bad influences. This is because Mister Fool is fighting against an ancient god, which is related to the ending of all of us and whether this world will Can survive the end."

Mister Fool, the abbreviation of that great existence is The Fool, and it really is a secret organization code-named by Tarot cards.

When Lumian heard The Fool before, he would automatically think of the Tarot cards that appeared every day, rather than the Fool in his honorable name, which was more like a description.

Ms. "Magician" did not continue this topic, and glanced at the tree trunk in Lumian's hand, "This is a good thing, it cannot be damaged by attacks that do not possess divine nature, and after hitting the target, it may also arouse some kind of desire in him." , if you reap the Extraordinary characteristics that can match it, you may find a way to ask a saint-level craftsman to combine them and make a magical item. You can't keep it with you, otherwise your various desires will gradually get out of control. For Extraordinary people who take potions, this is very dangerous."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Magician turned her head slightly, as if she was listening to something, and said to Lumian, "Let's come here today."

In the next second, Lumian's eyes appeared in front of Lumian's eyes again with the dense color blocks mixed together and the transparent creatures whose shapes could not be described.

Another second, and he saw a chaotic street full of cracks.

The Magician" lady had disappeared before his eyes.

Lumian froze for a moment, and quickly put on the clothes and pants in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Franka not far away smiling at the same time.

They haven't had time to communicate, the feeling of being in the same secret organization. I saw Jenna jumping out of the shadows in the alley, wearing a gray-blue dress.

Lumian and Franka became vigilant like a conditioned reflex, and each raised their defenses.

Jian Na clutched the wound on her ribs and shouted happily: "Fuck, you are all fine."

"It seems to be true."

Franka grunted, went up to meet her, and asked with concern, "Why are you injured?"

Jian Na looked around nervously, and said in a low voice, "I assassinated Hugues Artois and was shot."

"Damn, you succeeded and escaped."

Franka was shocked. She felt that she couldn't even do this. This is called a real assassin.

Seeing that there were already a few people coming and going in the chaotic street, Lumi interrupted Jenna's words.

"I'll talk about it at the Golden Rooster Hotel, and then I'll take out the bullet for you and treat your injury."

"I still have half a bottle of healing potion."

Franke happily added.

She supported Jenna and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel along the shadow of the road.

When they were about to reach their destination, they met Anthony Reid, an intelligence dealer.

Lumian laughed and said mockingly, "I thought you escaped."

"I still have a few things to do in the market area."

Anthony Reid answered Hanhu.

The four of them walked a few more steps and saw the beige five-story building.

The Golden Rooster Hotel is leaning a bit more than before, with some cracks on the surface of the walls, and vines and branches that have begun to wither are crawling.

Because the surplus and the tenants have not returned it reveals an indescribably dilapidated and dead silence.

Some time had passed, a young man in plain clothes carried an old suitcase, followed the crowd off the steam train and out of the platform.

Walked all the way to the chaotic street.

He saw the beige five-story building, and saw its surface painted with more than a dozen bright red streaks.

"Golden Rooster Hotel." He read the name of the building, touched the banknotes and coins in his pocket, and felt that he should be able to afford it.

The Golden Rooster Hotel was much cleaner than he had imagined, although outdated newspapers and cheap pink paper were posted in many places.

But without the ubiquitous bedbugs, sticky and disgusting phlegm and all kinds of garbage.

After renting Room 302 for 15 Filkins, the young man carried his suitcase and went up the price ladder, thinking joyfully, “It’s cheaper than I thought. Such a clean hotel only costs 15 Filkins. a month."

After putting the suitcase in the cramped room, he decided to have a drink with the money he saved!

When you arrive in the capital of joy, you have to look like a capital of joy.

He came all the way to the underground bar, and just when he walked in, he felt the hustle and bustle. A guy in a shirt and a bow tie was holding a beer, waving his short arms and standing on a small round table, enthusiastically speaking to the surrounding people. Some people were preaching, some others were drinking, some were singing, some were dancing, and none of them would be quiet.

Sitting at the bar, there are a few drinkers, and there is a strange machine.

The young man moved closer, looked at the rubber hose and glass jar of the machine, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

A handsome alcoholic with blond hair and black hair turned his body sideways and replied with a bright smile: "It's called the Fool Meter, and it can test a person's intelligence index, or stupidity index."

(end of part two)