Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

It's open in the basement of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

A small bar that can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.

As soon as Lumian walked in, he saw a man. He jumped on the small round table, holding a bottle of beer, and said to the four or five guests around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, listen to me! I experienced an incredible thing the day before yesterday!"

By the light of a few gas lamps on the wall, Lumian discovered that the man was very young, about twenty-twenty-twenty-three years old, with short light brown hair and no beard. His face was particularly rosy, maybe because he had been drinking. .

He was wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes. He was not short at over 1.7 meters tall, but his arms and legs were surprisingly short, and he looked about the same as someone less than 1.6 meters tall.

At this time, he waved his short arms and spat on his words: "Exactly. How incredible is it? I tell you, that changed my view on faith. As a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, I am ready to Converted to the Eternal Burning Sun! Listen, how amazing this is. Isn’t it?

"Can you imagine that I was hungry for five days?? I lost my job and was fired by that bastard manager. I didn't find a job until I ran out of savings." I was hungry for five days and only Lying on the bed, my whole body was very weak and I was almost dead. Do you know what it feels like when you are about to die? Oh, may God bless you never to know.

"What I was thinking was, I can't die like this, I came to Terre to make a fortune, I have to do something, and then I saw the portrait of Saint-Vieve on the wall." Yes, I climbed hard. I got up, knelt on the ground, and prayed to Saint Vieve for help. At that time, I was still a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but what could a starving man do? And, no matter what, this wouldn’t happen. Is there any harm!" After five minutes of praying, a friend of mine came to see me and discovered my difficult situation. He didn't have much money, but he reminded me that I had rented a kerosene lamp to use at night, and the deposit was 35 Kopp, a total of 7 Ricks!

"Oh God, I actually forgot about this. I quickly asked my friend to help me return the kerosene lamp. I used the refunded deposit to buy bread and half a liter of bad wine. The bread was cold and wet, and it spilled on the road. The putty was the same as above, and the wine was a little sour and very watery, but it was the most delicious meal I have ever had. Ladies and gentlemen, I am alive again!" I also found a new job today , I will go to the nearest Saint-Vieve church to light a candle during my break tomorrow!

St. Veiver is a female angel mentioned in the holy scriptures of the "Eternal Sun" church. She is the only one who is one of the patron angels of the city of Trier - one and the other two belong to " God of Steam and Machinery" A big figure in the history of the Church and Intis.

Lumian walked towards the bar while watching the young man's small blue eyes brighten with excitement.

The bartender was about thirty years old, with a dark brown beard around his mouth, but not too thick. His hair of the same color was tied into a ponytail in an artistic style.

Lumian sat on a high stool and asked with a smile: "Is he telling the truth?"

"Who knows?" the bartender shrugged, "You should have heard the proverb: It is better to believe in a Limu than to believe in a snake. Charlie is a Limu. Limu Province and Leiston Province both belong to the south, and their accents are similar. , but closer to Lemberg, is the mountainous province.

The bartender said with an obvious smile in his blue eyes: "Your feeling is correct. That proverb is longer than you think: It is better to believe in a Loen person than to believe in a Limu person. To believe in a Limu person, Might as well trust a snake, but never the Islanders.

“If that was what he actually experienced, he must have had no idea that the picture in his room was not a portrait of Saint-Vieve at all.

"Whose is that?" Lumian asked funnyly.

The bartender tried hard to control his laughter: Charlie lived in room 504, and the previous tenant often went to Rampart Street in the Red Princess district. The sticker on the room was one of Trier's most famous prostitutes in the past few years, Susanna. Matisse. "Think about it, think about it, Charlie thought he was praying to angels for help, but he was actually praying to a prostitute. He also thought that he had changed his luck, got rid of hunger, and got a new job. How ironic this is. !

"Yes." Lumian agreed deeply.

This is a plot that he couldn't even make up. The reality is sometimes even more outrageous than the story.

He then added: "As long as it works."

The bartender didn't talk any further and asked, "What do you need?"

"A glass of absinthe." Lumian tapped the bar with his finger, indicating that he was thinking, "What do you have to eat here?"

"How about Divar broth? Three ricks a tablespoon," the bartender suggested. 3 Rick is 15 Cope, www.youxs.org. Lumian showed interest: "What is Divar broth?"

The bartender explained casually: "It was invented by Duvar, the owner of a restaurant. He boiled meat, sauerkraut, turnips, etc. together to make a thick soup, and finally sprinkled it with cheese and bread crumbs. Just one portion can make you full. And it tasted pretty good, so Duval, now a rich man, moved to the Opera District.

The Candide Market District where Lumian is currently located, also called the Market District, is located on the south bank of the Serenzuo River, with a large number of slums, while the Opera House District is on the north bank of the Serenzuo River, close to the boulevard, one of the cores of the Republic. district.

There are twenty districts within the walls of Trier.

"Sounds like a good portion." Lumian smiled and nodded, "Then have one." Although he would be able to regain his physical condition by six o'clock in the morning and didn't have to worry about hunger, eating was one of the few things that made him feel... One of the things that keeps me alive.

The bartender nodded, then asked: "Xiao Muniyin or somersault?"

"What?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.

"This is a slang term used in Trier bars, cafes, and beer." "It refers to a small portion of vermouth, somersault" is a double portion, and "red tomato" is absinthe with pomegranate added to it. Juice, with mint is "parrot, there are many similar" friends, in Trier, you still have a lot to learn.

"Then Xiao Munayin." Lumian could feel that the bartender had hidden discrimination against foreigners, but he didn't care.

"Seven Ricks." The bartender opened the small goblet and quoted the price.

It's more expensive than the absinthe in the old tavern in the village of Cordu, but that's fair in a place with a market tax.

Not long after, there was a glass of light green absinthe with psychedelic brilliance in front of Lumian. He picked it up and took a sip, feeling the refreshing and timeless bitterness spread out and penetrate into his brain.

While waiting for the waitress to bring Divar broth, Lumian looked around and found glass jars, hoses, valves, gears and other items piled on the side of the bar.

"What is this?" He looked at the bartender with questioning eyes.

The bartender wiped the cup and replied casually: "It was left by a previous tenant. He was a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery". He always felt that he had a talent for mechanics and saved a lot of similar things.

"Where is he now?" Although Lumian guessed that the ending would not be happy, he still asked quite cooperatively.

The bartender was silent for two seconds and said: Lumian did not ask any more questions. He looked sideways at the pile of semi-assembled parts. After thinking for a few seconds, he left the bar stool and squatted to the side of the bar to tinker with the pile of things.

The bartender glanced at him but didn't stop him, just gave him a warning as the Divar broth was brought from the kitchen.

After being busy for a while, Lumian sat back on the high stool and tasted the thick soup with a spoon. The rich aroma of meat, the taste of cheese, the freshness of sauerkraut, and the sweetness of turnips combine to create an unforgettable taste, and the juicy buns are the most precious jewel in the crown of this food. .

What Lumian didn't expect was that there were several pieces of meat in a 3-rich plate of thick soup, which could really satisfy an adult.

When the dinner plate was clean, Lumian took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth and squatted back to the pile of semi-assembled parts, continuing his work.

Ten minutes later, he placed a machine on the bar.

The machine has a glass tank on top and complex parts on the bottom, connected to two rubber soft tents.

Lumian then asked for a glass of water and poured some of the remaining yinxiang wine into it, dyeing the transparent colorless liquid a pale green.

Finally, he inserted one of the rubber hoses into the cup. The bartender with a ponytail and a very artistic temperament read carefully and asked in confusion: "What day is this?"

"This is my invention." Lumian drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest. "I am also a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, and I have made many achievements in the field of machinery."

Then, he stretched out his left palm wearing a black glove and pointed at the machine: "It is an epoch-making machine, and its function is beyond your imagination!"

"What can it do?" Charlie, who was suspected of praying to a prostitute, walked to the bar with a beer bottle in his hand, looking curious.

"It's called the Fool's Meter. It can test a person's stupidity, and it can also test a person's intelligence.

"Really?" Charlie and the bartender had disbelief written on their faces.

Lumian explained in detail: "The method of use is very simple. Blow into this tube until the liquid in the cup rises into the glass jar and forms bubbles." By observing the bubbles, we can obtain the corresponding stupidity index. Or the smart index.

He immediately picked up the exposed rubber hose and started blowing air.

Through the linkage of gear valves and other parts, the pale green liquid in the cup was sucked into the machine and rose to the upper glass, forming a small bubble. "What conclusion does this represent?" Charlie asked expectantly.

The corners of Lumian's mouth raised slightly, revealing a bright smile: "My friend, the principle of this machine is equally simple: "When you believe my words and really use this machine to blow a bubble, it proves that you are A bubbling idiot.

Charlie's expression froze instantly, and his eyes became quite angry.

The bartender next to him laughed.

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