Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Aosta tried his best to smile: "I'm not lying to you, there really is the Samaritan Fountain!" "Really?" Lumian stepped closer to Aosta and said with a smile, "When the time comes You take a sip and show it to me first. If it works, you will forget that I haven’t paid you yet. If it doesn’t work, why should I pay you?”

Aosta didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only smile and nod: "Believe me, believe me..."

Suddenly, he looked behind Lumian, his eyes instantly straightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Lumian "subconsciously" turned around and looked at the door, but there was no one there.

Taking this opportunity, Aosta ducked, passed him, and ran towards the open door.

thump!

Aosta tripped over the right foot that Lumian stretched out at some point, and fell straight to the ground. The bridge of his nose was stained blue, and his thin face became swollen.

Lumian slowly closed the door, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking down at Aosta who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and said: "You don't want to tell me that you are very inspired and just saw something behind my back. Some kind of weird creature, and you rushed to the door to help me deal with it?”

Aosta was stunned for a moment, turned over and stood up, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's it!"

Lumian smiled and turned his attention to the rectangular wooden table against the wall.

There were silver daggers, white candles, several vials filled with different liquids or empty, two pieces of imitation parchment, and a cardboard box that exuded the scent of herbs.

He has a certain amount of occult knowledge... Lumian looked away and said to the anxious Aosta, "Who was the guy with the pipe just now?"

"Baron Brignel!" Aosta replied hastily, "He is the leader of the Savoy gang in the market area."

Savoie is the name of an inland province in the Republic of Intis, next to the provinces of Upper Honakis and Lower Honakis. It is rich in mineral resources and has strong folk customs.

"Baron? There is still a baron now?" Lumian asked funnyly.

Since the death of Emperor Russell, the noble titles established by the Republic have disappeared from daily life.

Aosta said fearfully: "That's a nickname he gave himself. Maybe his ancestors had such a title."

Lumian leaned back in his chair and asked in a relaxed manner: "Why is he looking for you? Do you owe them money?"

Seeing Lumian looking harmless as he chatted with his friends, Aosta was frightened and felt a little more relaxed.

He said bitterly: "In order to buy, buy, buy an item, I borrowed 3,000 firkin from a loan shark. Later, the businessman resold the debt to Brigiel.

"I paid back at least 3,000 Firkin, but he told me there was still 2,000 in interest!"

"If you delay for another two or three months, the debt you owe will not be 2,000, but 4,000." Lumian successfully saw Aosta's expression fall, and he no longer had the nagging temperament before.

He then lowered his voice and said in a bewitching tone: "If it were me, encountering this kind of thing, I would find a way to trick Brignel and the others into going underground, into a hollow in a quarry, and then, Collapse the stone layer above and let them sleep there forever.

“Without creditors, there is no debt.”

The more Aosta listened, the more panicked he became. He looked at Lumian like he was looking at a devil.

He suspected that the other party had already planned to do this, but the target name in the plan was not Brignel, but Aosta. Trull!

"This is murder! This is a crime!" Aosta shouted in horror.

"Keep your voice down, you don't want to lose the ability to speak forever, right?" Lumian reminded the other party with a smile, "You also know that this is a crime? Have the detectives told you that fraud is also a crime?"

Aosta couldn't find the right words to respond to the other party.

Lumian stood up and patted the dust on his gloves: "I was just kidding, I was testing your character just now."

"What?" Aosta looked confused.

Of course, Lumian would not tell him that the real reason for saying those words just now was to establish a cold, bloodthirsty and terrifying image in his heart, which would help with subsequent "communications."

Being forced to trust is also trust!

"Congratulations, you passed my test. This proves that you are not the kind of criminal who has no bottom line." Lumian smiled and opened his arms.

He suddenly brought the topic back on track: "What did you borrow so much money to buy?"

He then looked around and added: "There seems to be nothing valuable here..."

Aosta opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to make up a lie on the spot, but he instantly remembered what the other person had just said.

He trembled and said, "You, do you know about magic potions?"

"Are you really an extraordinary person?" Lumian laughed.

Seeing that he knew about extraordinary people and potions, Aosta secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had not lied just now.

The story he wanted to make up was full of loopholes in front of the true Extraordinary, which could be exposed at the first glance, and in that case, he might have to "sleep" in a corner of underground Trier tonight.

Aosta took two deep breaths and said: "A few months ago, in order to purchase the main ingredients of the potion, I borrowed 3,000 firkin from a loan shark, and with the 4,000 firkin I saved, I successfully transformed from an ordinary person to a Extraordinary people."

"Which order are you from? How come you can't even deal with a few gangsters?" Lumian asked in a deliberately suspicious tone.

Aosta looked helpless: I am the ‘Secret Prayer’ of Sequence 9. ""It doesn't sound weak. "Lumian made a judgment based only on the name of the potion.

Aosta said with sadness and annoyance: "I also think that the Secret Prayer should be very powerful. The seller also said that it can allow me to gain insight into the reality of the world.

"As a result, in addition to improving my inspiration, they also gave me some impractical ritual knowledge and ritual magic. Now I can only occasionally detect the existence of mysterious things and scare myself half to death. I can't even defeat a gang member!"

"Ritual magic should be very useful." Lumian said in an experienced tone.

Aosta looked like he was about to cry: "I have common sense in mysticism. I am a believer in the 'Eternal Blazing Sun'. How can I pray to unknown existences? That is very dangerous!"

"Hey, there are some honorable names in the knowledge that comes with the potion, but they are all hidden existences. It's scary to hear them. I don't dare to pray for any kind of fallen nature, any true attributes, or the gaze of fate. !”

He glanced at Lumian secretly and pretended to grit his teeth: "But I have thought about it. If people like Baron Brignel come to force me again, I will pray to the hidden existence for strength!"

He was clearly referring to Baron Brignel, but he was actually warning Lumian not to push himself to a dead end.

Lumian looked at his anxious face and agreed: "This is a good choice.

Baron Brignel and the others underestimated an extraordinary person too much. If it were me, I would never let you have the chance to go to a dead end. "

Having said this, he smiled at Aosta: "Before this, you were already dead."

Aosta opened and closed his mouth, his expression uglier than crying.

Lumian walked to the wooden table, fiddled with the full or empty vials, and said casually: "You seem to have moved several times, but you were found by Baron Brignel. I suspect he or the Savoy gang." There are truly extraordinary people out there.”

Aosta was horrified.

Lumian picked up the silver dagger on the table and said to Aosta while playing with it: "I can give you 100 Felkin as a reward.

"Huh?" Aosta felt confused again.

He found that he could never keep up with the other person's thinking.

"You, you still want the water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring?" he asked tentatively.

Lumian smiled: "Tell me, is it true?

Looking at the smiling eyes of the other party, Aosta chuckled for a few seconds and said, "I'm not sure."

Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "What I want is to take me to the party you just mentioned, the party where I can buy the main ingredients of the potion. The reward is 100 Felkin."

The reason Lumian made this request was, on the one hand, because Ms. Magician's mission might be related to the party involving extraordinary materials, and on the other hand, because he himself needed a similar party to collect weapons, materials, and seals. and occult knowledge.

Aosta swallowed hard: "I, I can try, but it must be approved by the party convener."

"No problem." Lumian took out a gold coin and motioned for Aosta to come over. "This gold louis is your reward for helping with the inquiry. I will give you the remaining 80 fel gold when I can attend the party."

Aosta did not expect that the development of being beaten up would turn into a commission to collect money, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

After a few seconds, he cautiously came to the wooden table, took the gold Louis worth 20 fils, and said to Lumian: "I'm not sure when he will give me a reply, but it will not be later than next Wednesday.

"I stay near the catacombs during the day and sleep here at night. You can come to me at any time."

Lumian nodded with a smile on his face, raised the silver dagger he was playing with, and stabbed it into Aosta's shoulder.

A gush of blood flowed out, and Aosta took two steps back in horror, leaned against the wall, and shouted urgently: "Don't kill me!

"I did not lie!"

Lumian picked up a glass vial placed on the wooden table and walked towards Aosta with a smile: "Don't worry, I would have killed you long ago.

This is called swearing an oath with blood. I am very afraid of being cheated and betrayed. "

As Lumian spoke, he placed the empty glass vial next to Aosta's wound, letting the blood seep in drop by drop.

During the process, he smiled at Aosta and said, "You have enough knowledge of mysticism and you should know what blood means on other people's hands. Don't lie to me."

"Curse..." Aosta didn't know for a moment whether he should be grateful that he didn't die on the spot, or despair that his blood fell into the hands of this guy who was more dangerous than Baron Brignel.

Lumian didn't say much, tightened the bottle cap, pulled a strip of cloth in the room, threw it to Aosta and said: "You can bandage the wound yourself."

He doesn't have extraordinary skills in curses, but he can try whether expired blood can trigger the ability of "Corrupted Mercury" to exchange fate.

It doesn't matter if he can't, as long as Aosta believes that he can curse.

Glancing at Aosta who was trying to stop the bleeding, Lumian asked casually: "Baron Brignel, what are you going to do?"

"With this gold Louis and a little money I saved, they should be able to live in peace for a week." Aosta said with a wry smile, "If you force the debtors to death, they won't get a single Koppe."

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