Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian quickly scanned Ms. Magician's reply and extracted the key points that needed to be remembered. Obviously, the first and third ways to solve the problem of Montsuri's ghost are just a joke. Only the second one is really useful, which is to rely on "fallen mercury" to change the fate of "encountering Montsuri's ghost". Swap out.

Frankly speaking, Lumian never thought that he could stab himself with "fallen mercury" and actively change his destiny. It wasn't until he was attacked by the ghost of Montsuri and pushed to the edge of the cliff of death that he could change his mind from all kinds of things. The only hope of life was grasped in his thoughts.

Due to time constraints, Lumian could not choose carefully. Lumian only exchanged the fate of "being attacked by Montsuri's ghost" instead of "encountering Montsuri's ghost", which meant that he did not completely get rid of death. The shadow just escaped the first crisis.

Of course, when choosing the fate to be exchanged before, even if he was given enough room for judgment and thinking, Lumian would have chosen "being attacked by the ghost of Montsuri" instead of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri", because the attack had already If it really happened, would it stop with the exchange of fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri"? He had no idea, so he could only use the most certain plan to protect himself first.

"Well, you have to find someone as soon as possible and exchange the fate of 'being attacked by the ghost of Montsuri' stored in the 'fallen mercury' for a certain good fate. Then, be fully prepared to stab yourself when you are in good condition. Complete the exchange for a better fate and encounter the ghost of Monsuri, and seal the latter into the 'fallen mercury'..." Lumian combined his own experience and the reminder of Ms. "Magician", and quickly figured out what to do ideas for solving current difficulties. At that time, the "corrupted mercury" can also be called the "cursed blade", and those who are stabbed by it will bear the fate of "death of the whole family, including myself."

The disadvantage is that it takes some time for the effects to ferment.

Lumian took out the "Corrupted Mercury" from his waist and looked at its blade wrapped in layers of black cloth. He felt the usefulness of this extraordinary weapon more clearly than ever before.

He seriously considered the possibility of finding professionals to repair the "corrupted mercury", otherwise this magical short knife would be used until the end of the year at most.

The extraordinary gathering convened by Mr. K may be able to provide resources in this regard.

"My guess is indeed correct. Ms. Magician put me in touch with Aosta. Trull's purpose is to use him to attend Mr. K's party and join the secret organization behind Mr. K..." Lumian put on his wristband. He wore a round hat with a brim and a formal-style black top, walked out of Room 207, and went down the stairs.

As a "hunter", he is about to start looking for prey.

As soon as he left the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian saw Charlie sitting on the three steps leading to the street, his face pale and looking at the sky melancholy, with a lighted white cigarette in his right hand.

"What's wrong?" Lumian walked over and sat down next to Charlie quite casually.

"I feel like I've lost my soul, it's fallen."

He was wearing a white shirt and a red vest, with a black formal suit hanging on the crook of his left arm, as if he was wearing the hotel uniform.

Lumian laughed and asked straight to the point, "Did you do that kind of thing with that old lady?"

Charlie turned his head abruptly, looked at Lumian, and emphasized seriously: "Please call her Mrs., she is only in her fifties."

He then took another drag on the cigarette and blew out a haze of mist. "You know what? She gave me a diamond necklace, worth at least 1,500 Filkin. I couldn't resist. She was so shining, so attractive, so direct. It broke into my heart.”

"It." Lumian corrected one word.

Charlie smiled and said: As he spoke, Charlie's voice became deeper, and his eyes once again revealed a melancholy color.

Just when Lumian thought he was about to lament that he had lost his soul again, Charlie sighed longly: "Why can she only live here for half a year..."

Charlie's eyelids twitched and he said: "You should usually be restrained. Mrs. Alice is really too enthusiastic. I was so tired last night that I didn't even have that beautiful dream."

Lumian then smiled and said: "You actually told me directly that you got a diamond necklace worth 1,500 Filkins. On the streets, this is a wealth that can make many people lose their minds. Don't you worry about me taking it away?" Take it away?"

Charlie chuckled and said: “You have to find someone to share it with, otherwise, I will feel very uncomfortable.

Lumian smiled: "Is there a possibility that I deliberately pretended not to be short of money to lure people like you to relax their vigilance?"

Charlie's expression froze for a moment, and he almost burned his fingers from the almost burned out cigarette. Lumian did not continue the topic and asked casually: "Is there anyone you particularly hate and think he deserves to die?"

Charlie put out the cigarette butt on the stone steps and asked in confusion: "Why do you ask this?"

He originally planned to put the extinguished cigarette butt in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he raised his arm and threw the cigarette butt out.

A homeless man nearby saw it and immediately jumped over, picked it up, and took a few deep sips while enjoying the remaining warmth.

"What I hate the most right now is our head waiter. You don't know how hateful he is, haha, but I haven't thought about letting him die yet. I just hope that one day I can cover my face and beat him up.

"Yes, you even dare to commit suicide. Why don't you think of ways to kill Baron Brignel and those people?" Lumian nodded slightly.

Charlie turned his head in astonishment and glanced at Lumian: "Your idea is a bit extreme."

He then added: "The second damn one is Maggot. He is the leader of the Stinger Gang. He likes to find people to deceive women who have just come to Trier. After draining their money, they will be forced to work as a station. Street girl. This is how Ms. Yin Sangsi, who lives in Room 8 on the 4th floor, settled in the hotel. Most of the money she earned was taken away by Maggot. She tried to escape several times, but she could not get out of the chaotic street and was beaten. Half dead.”

There are quite a few gangsters in the market area. No wonder there is so much chaos at night... Lumian glanced at Charlie and said, "It sounds like you sympathize with that Miss Yin Sangsi."

Charlie puffed out his chest: "A true Intis gentleman will sympathize with the ladies' tragic experience and be willing to provide certain help when appropriate."

Lumian said "Hmm": "Do you know where Maggot lives?"

"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "But he often comes to the hotel in the evening and takes money from Miss Yin Sangsi. If you hear a woman crying, shouting and cursing on the fourth floor, it should be Maggot and his men are coming.”

Lumian nodded lightly and asked thoughtfully: "Who else do you think deserves to die?"

Charlie thought for a while and replied with a slightly distorted expression: "Monit, that Islander, he cheated me of 10 Firkin!

"Can you believe it? At that time, I had been unemployed for a while and had not found a new job. It was my last savings and I almost starved to death because of it!"

"Where does he live?" Lumian asked casually.

After calming down for a while, Charlie looked at Lumian doubtfully and said, "Why is your hair different?"

Some are long and some are short, gold with black.

"Don't you think this is very fashionable?" Lumian asked sincerely.

Charlie said "What?" and showed a suspicious expression.

The incident with the Fool's Instrument made him instinctively doubt Lumian's purpose in similar matters.

After a few seconds, Charlie looked at the hawkers on the street, waved his hand and said: "I should go to the hotel, see you in the evening."

Lumian did not get up, but still sat on the stone steps outside the hotel, waving to Charlie's hurriedly leaving figure.

In the afternoon, Lumian took a public carriage to the Botanical Garden, then walked more than 300 meters to the Mason Cafe.

This cafe is located near the botanical garden and is located on the ground floor of an off-white four-story building.

The exterior walls of this building are wrapped with strips of green plants. The shops on the ground floor do not face the street directly, but are set back nearly one meter, allowing pillars to support the corridors for passers-by.

The walls of Mason Cafe are painted dark green, with many large windows open. Sunlight penetrates the glass and illuminates the tables and chairs placed all the way outside the door.

Lumian walked into the cafe wearing a dark formal suit and a wide-brimmed round hat.

The first thing that caught his eye were the artistic sculptures of various plants on the wall. Among them were some sentences written in Intis: "Who controls the highest power of the country? Is it the president or the parliament?" It was coffee. Pavilion!

"Who hears final appeals in judicial cases? Is it the Supreme Court?" It's a coffee shop!

"Who is the authority in literature? The Intis Academy of Literature or the Debate?

"No, it's a cafe, it's still a cafe!" (Note 1)

Note 1: Adapted from the opening chapter of "The History of Parisian Cafés", which is quoted from a document in the early 20th century. The original text was too long, so I have simplified it. PS: Please double the monthly ticket~

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