Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Behind Lumian, the gloomy Vijepan was still asking the clergyman of the Church of Knowledge, Heraberg:

"In a legal duel, can I do anything to the other party without being punished?"

"Yes." Heraberg confirmed Vijepan's guess.

Vijepan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt that this was heaven.

He swallowed his saliva excitedly.

Gulp... He heard a similar swallowing sound next to him.

He tilted his head and looked over, and found that the sound came from Julie, a woman with long brown hair.

The "collector" was also excited, and the human meat cook Les licked his lips.

He was already hungry.

Lumian did not go to appreciate the performance of these serious criminals. He walked out of the library-style church and looked around.

The architectural style of this area is very old, like the style of the early Fifth Age, represented by columns and arches, heavy and thick, and simple and majestic.

Behind the church is a cemetery with no end in sight. A large number of tombstones stand among the trees, and many graves protrude from the ground.

This reminds Lumian of a sentence mentioned in the "0-01" seal information:

"Put it in the underground mausoleum, place a large number of soldiers, and build a cemetery with more than one million corpses on top..."

Is the underground mausoleum that seals "0-01" right below? Lumian just retracted his gaze, and felt that the originally sunny sky suddenly became dark, with dark clouds in the sky, and the dull roar of thunder echoed.

"The weather changes so quickly... No wonder the information said that Morola often encounters extreme weather..." Lumian sighed and looked into the distance, seeing the continuous mountains in the dim environment like a giant beast lying on the edge, blocking all those who want to sneak away from here.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, because the residents of Morola will never have the idea of ​​leaving this city at any time.

Lumian is also a little reluctant.

The underground was calling him.

"We have to find a place to settle down quickly, otherwise we will be caught in the rain." Guy's voice rang in Lumian's ears.

He also walked out of the church whose name he didn't know, and as a native of Azshara, he used very formal words.

"Yes." Lumian smiled and walked into the large square in front of the church.

As Guy followed him forward, he looked at the scene behind him and said in surprise:

"There is such a large cemetery here?"

"A cemetery with more than a million or even tens of millions of corpses." Lumian answered casually.

Guy nodded thoughtfully:

"It is recorded in history books that in the early Fifth Age, there was a large-scale tomb relocation operation in the Renburg area to deal with the problems left over from the 'Pale Disaster'. Was it moved here?"

"Maybe." While Lumian was walking through the square, he quietly activated the black mark representing the "abscessed hand", but he didn't really use it.

He was sensing the approximate location of the other two parts of the "abscessed hand".

Lumian was startled by this induction, because there were more than two parts, and there were subtle feedbacks from different directions in the "Exile City".

"The two parts of the body of the man with the broken hand were dismembered?" Lumian muttered silently.

He chose the direction with the strongest feedback.

After walking about one street, he heard the sound of metal colliding, and saw two men fighting fiercely with sharp straight swords in front of many people.

Duels with casualties occur every day... Lumian reviewed the contents of the "0-01" seal information, and was not in a hurry to move forward, but stopped to watch.

Guy did the same, as if he was evaluating the strength of the residents of Morola.

The fight lasted two or three minutes, and ended with the man in the black thick jacket being split open by a sword, his bloody intestines flowing out, and twitching to death.

A group of people in black robes came to the side at some point, both men and women, with indifferent expressions.

They silently dragged away the stripped corpse and silently cleaned the blood on the street, like a machine operating according to a fixed process.

The onlookers dispersed one after another. Among them, a short man wearing a brown-green cap and a kind smile passed by Lumian and Guy and looked at them for a few times.

"Are you new here?" the short man asked enthusiastically.

"How did you tell?" Guy asked curiously.

The short man laughed and said:

"Your temperament has not changed, and you haven't really integrated into Morola!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, his voice suddenly became sharp, as if his body was taken over by an unknown thing.

Lumian silently watched the short man and observed his changes in state.

The short man waved his hand:

"Haha, my name is Worms, let's drink together later."

While watching Worms walk to another street, Guy suddenly said to Lumian:

"Didn't you notice that you were missing something?"

"I did." Lumian nodded indifferently, "His hands are very fast."

It was when Worms retracted his hand that he realized that the "traveler's bag" was about to leave his body.

This should be an extraordinary person, a real "thief". The sudden change in state just now was probably a performance he made to attract attention.

"Why didn't you expose him if you found out? Afraid of retaliation?" Guy didn't understand Lumian's reaction.

"I want to see what he can do?" Lumian smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and followed the route that Worms had left, slowly tracking the thief.

Guy looked at his back, thought for more than ten seconds, and decided to find a place to stay first.

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As soon as he was out of sight of Lumian and Guy, Worms suddenly quickened his pace, passing through several alleys in succession, and circling around.

After confirming that he had gotten rid of the possible pursuer, he stopped at the depths of an empty alley and took out a dark black coin bag from the inside of his clothes.

That was Lumian's "traveler's bag".

"Haha, the new idiots are really not vigilant enough, let me see what's in it..." Worms, wearing a peaked cap, reached into the "traveler's bag".

His expression changed slightly, and a strong surprise emerged.

He could "see" the preciousness of this coin bag, and felt that it contained a lot of spiritual things, but he didn't expect it to be a very rare space-type item, as if it contained a large room.

"This is really a pleasant surprise..." Worms grabbed one of the items in the "traveler's bag" and pulled it out.

What caught his eyes was a mutilated, black and swollen corpse with only half of its body left, and it had rotted to the point of oozing yellow and red pus.

Pah!

Worms suddenly retracted his hand and let the half of the body fall to the ground.

"This..." His expression became extremely horrified.

How could someone carry half a body with him?

And a highly rotten body!

Even in Morola, where there are too many murderers to count, this is the most perverted one!

No wonder he was exiled here!

Worms calmed down and reached into the "traveler's bag" again, taking out a piece of white and delicate leather.

When he saw the leather, he couldn't take his eyes off it at all, as if he was looking at the skin of his dream lover.

He immediately found some black words on the leather that he didn't recognize.

"Languages ​​that seem to be able to pry open supernatural powers. This piece of leather must be very precious. I have to copy it down and find someone to interpret it, but I can't let it be suspected." Worms was very happy to stroke the white and delicate leather, and he was reluctant to let go.

Suddenly, he felt a little itchy in his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He started coughing, and the more he coughed, the more intense it became.

It took only ten or twenty seconds, and he coughed until his heart seemed to be torn apart.

Puff!

Worms coughed up a pool of blood.

"This is wrong! How could I get so sick all of a sudden?" Worms vaguely understood something, and suddenly threw the white and delicate leather to the ground.

But his coughing continued, and it was still violent.

While coughing, he thought about how to save himself:

The person who put such dangerous leather in his pocket must have prepared medicine to treat the corresponding disease...

Yes, there must be!

Worms reached into the "traveler's bag" again.

The first thing he touched out was a gray-white lightning-shaped brooch.

A thick silver-white lightning bolt suddenly fell from the dark clouds in the sky and struck him.

Boom!

Amid the thunder echoing in the air, Worms fell down with his body charred and twitching.

He was already seriously ill and was struck by lightning to the point of death.

"Why, why did I suddenly get struck by lightning... I, I..." Worms' eyes went dark, and he closed his eyes in confusion, fear and regret.

He soon stopped breathing.

After just a dozen seconds, Lumian turned into the alley, walked in front of him, looked down at his body, shook his head and laughed:

"It's very dangerous to rummage through other people's things."

After a pause, Lumian sighed with regret:

"I wanted to follow you to get in touch with the extraordinary people of Morola, you are too disappointing, right?

"I haven't touched the more dangerous ones yet. "

While speaking, Lumian picked up the "Traveler's Bag" and put the "Wrath of the Sea" brooch, the "Desperate Witch" human skin and the half body of the "Abscessed Hand" back by directly touching the bag opening and stacking them inside.

"I can only let you be a kind person for once." Lumian muttered while taking out 537 Sassen gold from Worms' body.

This is about 2863 Fergold.

After collecting the gift from the kind-hearted man, Lumian waited for Worms' extraordinary characteristics to emerge.

About two minutes later, a team of law enforcers in black robes and indifferent expressions entered the alley. The leader looked at Lumian expressionlessly and said:

"Did you kill him?"

"No, he was struck by lightning. Maybe he did too many bad things." Lumian laughed and explained seriously, "He was a thief who stole my things, so I chased him here. "

The law enforcers stared at Lumian, as if to confirm whether he was lying.

After a moment, the leader nodded and said:

"You can go now."

Lumian did not move a step, but smiled and said:

"The things on him should belong to me, right?"