Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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The more Aurora thought about it, the more she felt that there was a problem:

Facing the mighty shepherd Pierre Berry, what can the priest Guillaume Bénet, who currently has no extraordinary ability, suppress him?

If the priest of the church is the one who is more favored by the hidden existence, so that the whole small group regards him as the leader, then he should have accepted the gift long ago and is no longer an ordinary person!

And if he delays in accepting the gift, he will definitely be excluded.

In this case, the original status, power, means, and scheming are no match for one's own strength and distance from the gods.

Because there was no extra time to think, Aurora could only think of two explanations:

One is that in that small group, Guillaume Benet is not the real leader. He just uses his special status to provide occasions for conspiracy and conceals the abnormality from the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church in the Darliege area. The real leader Someone else!

The second is that Guillaume Benet is not refusing to accept the gift, but is waiting for an opportunity for him to directly obtain more powerful power.

And no matter which explanation, it seems that it is not a good thing.

Aurora looked at the three sheep and asked further:

"Who is that person who attacked you together with Pierre Berri?"

The three sheep each wrote their own answers:

"Nioll Best."

"A shepherd named Niort."

"He was called Niort."

Niall Best, he also gained great strength? Aurora knew this man.

He is also a shepherd in Kordu Village, and often grazing with Pierre Berry, but this time it seems that he did not come back early.

"Where's Nior? I didn't see him in the village." Auror asked.

The three sheep took a few steps, left the place full of words, and found new blank soil to start writing:

"he died."

"Killed by me."

"We killed him, but got caught anyway."

Die from fighting back? Aurora nodded thoughtfully:

"Are you all Extraordinary?"

The three sheep did not continue to write plateau language with their hooves, and gave an affirmative answer with the gesture of nodding.

Aurora let out a "hmm", and her thoughts changed sharply:

The hunting targets of Pierre Berry and Nior Best are both Extraordinary, what are they trying to do?

And one died...

Either Niort's strength is far inferior to Pierre's, or they are obtained through gifts, and they are not so proficient in mastering, so there will inevitably be some problems in the extraordinary battle...

Aurora looked at the three sheep again and said:

"Do you know why Pierre arrested you?"

The three sheep started writing again:

"I've heard him talk about God and devotion."

"Probably used for blood sacrifices."

"I suspect he wants to sacrifice us to the evil god."

Sure enough, Extraordinary people have extremely high spirituality and possess special characteristics. They are sacrifices that are many times stronger than ordinary people, and they are more able to please evil gods...Pierre Berry and Niort Best used the transition to herding sheep as a cover to go to Other countries capture Extraordinary people as sacrifices? This is indeed not easy to attract the attention of local officials... Auror nodded slightly.

She solemnly asked:

"Did Pierre mention that god's honorable name?

"Or, who is praying for the ceremony that turns you into sheep?"

The three sheep were stunned at the same time, as if lost in memory.

Immediately afterwards, they all lowered their heads and stretched out their hooves towards the dirt in front of them.

For some reason, Aurora suddenly felt that the surroundings were much colder and darker, like the sun at high altitude was just covered by dark clouds, and there happened to be a cool mountain wind blowing by.

The three sheep began to write.

Aurora's spiritual intuition had a strong warning, and she immediately shouted:

"Wait a moment!"

The three sheep raised their heads abruptly and looked at her.

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of their eyes at some point, and the fur on their faces was smudged and frightening.

In the next second, the three sheep continued to write.

Aurora quickly turned around and rushed to the edge of the fence.

When she got out of the sheepfold and looked back, the three sheep were bathed in the sunlight falling from the sky.

If it weren't for the traces of blood remaining on their faces, everything would be normal.

Plop, plop... Auror's heart is still beating wildly.

She panted and rejoiced:

"If I hadn't mastered the secret technique of sealing the eyes, I would see things I shouldn't see from time to time. I have been tested for a long time, and my intuition is strong. I couldn't react just now..."

Then she took out the iron-black powder and threw them into the sheepfold.

The words on the dirt were instantly erased by invisible hands.

As for the stain on the sheep's face, it was difficult for Auror to clean it up with spells, and she didn't dare to get close to it, so she directly scrubbed it with water.

She was worried that the three sheep were different from before, and there were potential dangers.

...

In the old tavern, Lumian, who was drinking light green absinthe, leaned on the bar with his right elbow and looked around casually.

He didn't see the mysterious lady, nor did he find the three outsiders, Ryan, Leah, and Valentine.

For the former, he didn't know when the other party would show up, so he could only try his luck. For the latter three, he thought they should be strolling in the village, looking for someone to chat with.

"Actually, I have a chance to get married." Pierre Berry, who had finished drinking a glass of absinthe, picked up the new light green liquid and rambled.

"Really?" Lumian sneered. "Who can fancy a shepherd?"

Pierre sighed and said:

"Most of the plain pastures we moved to have owners, either from a manor owner or from a nearby village. If you want to graze, you must either pay the ranch tax, or marry a girl from the village and settle there."

"This is a good thing, for the shepherd." Lumian laughed.

Pierre took a sip of the absinthe and glanced sideways at him:

"That girl can fall in love with you, and she can't ask for a dowry.

"At that time, there happened to be a girl who thought I was good, didn't dislike me as a pauper and a shepherd, and was willing to marry me. Isn't she stupid?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded "honestly".

Holding the light green absinthe, Pierre was silent for a while before saying:

"Then she died.

"She was working in a factory on the outskirts of the city. She was too tired and fell ill. I went to several churches, asked a priest to pray for her, and asked a doctor to treat her illness, but nothing worked.

"After that day, I understood a truth."

"What's the point?" Lumian took a sip of the absinthe.

Resentment flashed across Pierre's face:

"Those people who **** on their bodies can't save us at all!"

"The body doesn't grow flesh, so it's okay not to **** underneath?" Lumian asked back.

Pierre chuckled twice:

"That's saints and angels, but will they look at us?"

Lumian snorted:

"Then why do you still go to the church to pray with the priest?

"Not only does he have flesh on his body, but he also likes to sleep with women."

Pierre turned his head again and glanced at Lumian:

"You don't understand, he has a kind of intelligence that can save our souls."

"Intellect?" Lumian didn't quite understand the word.

Pierre took another sip of the pale green absinthe, seemingly not hearing the question.

Lumian didn't dare to inquire deeply, so he talked instead:

"I heard people say that you have been to church at one or two o'clock, why do you go to church at three or four o'clock?"

Pierre smiled gently:

"In the afternoon, you can chat with someone with the same knowledge."

He did not deny going to church in the afternoon.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief—at least for now, no one else can retain memory and interfere with the process of "history".

He suspected that Pierre Berry went to the church in the afternoon to communicate with the priest in advance, and the small group communication was at three or four in the afternoon.

After drinking, seeing that it was time for dinner, Lumian and Pierre Berry parted ways and returned home.

When he reached a secluded path, the curate's younger brother Ponce Benet led several thugs to come in suddenly from a side road and block him.

Ponce Bene, who is muscular, black-haired and blue-eyed, looked at Lumian and said with a ferocious smile:

"Are you good at mischief in the afternoon? Be sure to delay us at church.

"If the curate had not been there, I would have beaten you right then and there!

"Bastard boy, come and eat your father's XX."

Lumian was stunned for a second by this guy's stupidity, and then burst into ecstasy.

He and Aurora's judgment was not wrong. In the last cycle, before Naroka's funeral, Ponce Bene should not have gained extraordinary power, and he could smell the dangerous breath!

How dare he come to block a Extraordinary now!

Without hesitation, Lumian turned around and ran wildly.

Pons and his goons followed closely behind.

But as soon as they rushed out of the trail between the two buildings, they lost track of their target.

Ponce Bene glanced left and right, and ordered his subordinates:

"Look around."

He felt that it was impossible for Lumian to run that fast, so he should be hiding nearby.

The thugs immediately dispersed to search for nearby hiding places, leaving Ponce Bene standing alone at the entrance of the path.

Seeing this, Lumian, who had climbed to the second floor of the house next door, said "Hey" and jumped directly to Pons.

boom!

Peng Si was knocked to the ground by a huge force, his blood was rolling, his eyes turned black, and he lost his fighting ability for a short time.

If Lumian hadn't restrained himself and didn't hit him directly, he might still have to break a few bones.

Lumian stood up, bent down and grabbed Pons' left and right forearms, and smiled at him:

"Come on, let's get closer."

Before Pence could resist, he pulled the opponent into his arms and pushed him with his knee.

With a pop, Pons' eyes almost popped out, and his face was filled with extreme pain.

thump!

Lumian let go, allowing the guy to fall to the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

Before the thugs ran back, he turned around and ran into the path, disappearing at the end.

...

Part-time living room, dining room inside the kitchen.

Lumian informed his sister about the situation on his side:

"Pierre Berry went to church again in the afternoon... It can be confirmed that Ponce Benet has no extraordinary ability yet."

Aurora nodded slightly, and talked about her experience, especially the unknown and inexplicable danger at the end.

Lumian thought for a while and said:

"The mysterious lady said that some beings may cause you to be polluted just by knowing his existence."