Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

The lunatic was still wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, and seemed to have no idea of ​​changing his clothes.

Hearing Lumian's words, he raised his head, revealing a face covered by a black beard.

He seemed to no longer remember Lumian, and his blue eyes were blank and slightly chaotic.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" He grabbed his messy black hair that reached his shoulders and shouted in fear again.

Lumian walked over, pulled out the "Corrupted Mercury" with his left palm wearing a black glove, and stabbed it into the lunatic's shoulder with a pop.

The dirty linen shirt was suddenly torn open. The wound was not deep but there was still bright red blood spilling out.

The madman was completely stunned, as if the final judgment that he had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived.

After a few seconds, he sat down, put his hands on the ground, and quickly moved back, trying to distance himself from Lumian.

During this process, he kept shouting in fear: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The tenants living in the surrounding rooms heard the noise, but no one came to take a look, because this madman was shouting every day that he was dying and not to kill him.

The silver-black evil short knife had been separated from the madman's shoulder, and Lumian was still staring at the illusory mercury-silver river.

He saw the other person's happy first half of life and the experience of his relatives dying one after another in strange ways, as if he could feel the feeling of complete mental breakdown under a huge blow.

Sometimes, Lumian also hopes that he can completely collapse like this madman, no longer have any sense, and follow the instinct in his heart to do things that normal people would not do until he dies. But he still has hope, even if that hope is extremely small and almost false, it is still hope. He is not willing to give up, he wants to pursue it.

Therefore, he is often impulsive and wants to self-destruct, but he is always bound by the rationality brought by that hope, and is not truly reckless of the consequences, which is extremely contradictory.

Because he knew exactly which fate he wanted to exchange and roughly on what date, Lumian quickly found the fate of the lunatic who met the ghost of Monssouli under the market area, pried it up with the tip of a knife, and turned it into a Mercury liquid droplets, and the fate that originally belonged to "Black Scorpion" Roger to drink heavily entered the body of the madman.

Lumian ignored the madman's frightened shouts, squatted in front of him, wiped the "Corrupted Mercury" blade clean with his clothes, and initially helped him stop the bleeding.

Then, Lumian pulled up the only chair and sat down, waiting for the fateful exchange to be completed.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Amidst the madman's shouts, time passed by minute by minute, and finally, "Fallen Mercury" began to tremble slightly.

The madman's low shouting suddenly stopped. He stood up abruptly, his eyes regained their clarity, and he murmured to himself: "I have to go drink some wine, I have to go drink some wine..."

Lumian smiled, stood up and said, "Please treat me as a reward for helping you get rid of the ghost of Monsuli."

Of course, the real reward is the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouli". As long as it is designed properly and the target is not wary accordingly, it will be a weapon for assassination.

The madman was stunned for a second and said: "Get rid of it?"

"You don't have to believe it." Lumian turned and walked towards the dark corridor without wall lamps. The lunatic was driven by a strong desire to drink and subconsciously followed him.

On the way to the basement bar, he kept looking around and found that it was indeed different from usual.

The feeling that something was watching me in the darkness was gone.

With huge doubts, the madman sat down at the bar in a daze, ordered two glasses of oatmeal beer, one for Lumian, and drank one for himself, with white foam around his mouth. Because he would occasionally sober up and come here to drink, no one thought there was any problem.

After satisfying the desire to drink heavily, the madman looked at Lumian and asked again: "Did I really get rid of the ghost of Montsuri? How did you do it?"

"I killed the Montsuri ghost, but I'm not sure whether it will be resurrected." Lumian replied seriously, "Of course, if the people who encountered it before are still alive,

Even if you are not dead, you will not be entangled again. You should remember that I told you last time that I also met the ghost of Montsuri. You see, I am still alive and well now. "

"Really?" The madman couldn't believe that this handsome young man could kill the ghost of Montsuri. None of the people in the church did it!

Lumian smiled: "I lied to you, I just found a spell to prevent the ghost of Montsuri from being entangled, but it requires the blood of the troubled person as a medium."

The madman suddenly realized: "No wonder you want to give me a knife."

He then said with some embarrassment: "I may not be able to pay you much for the time being. I don't have much savings left and I have to find a new job."

"What's your name?" Lumian interrupted the madman.

"Just call me Flemish." The madman also asked Lumian, "What about you?"

"Ciel." Lumian took a swig of oatmeal beer.

When there was only a thin layer of beer left in the cup, the madman Flemish was already a little drunk. He pulled Lumian and babbled: "Did you know? I was originally a university lecturer, and I was also responsible for some students. Safety." Many of those students are bold, dare to do anything, and want to try anything. If they are stopped by us, they will shout slogans of freedom and freedom.

"They would even hold a graduation dance in the catacombs and burn the bones of unknown corpses to warm their butts. They believed in nothing and were not afraid of anything. Of course, I was the same way at the time."

Flemish talked about the first half of his life, sometimes he was proud, sometimes he was happy, sometimes he denounced the shortcomings of the times, and sometimes he recalled the good things.

"Did you go to the underground Trier land to prevent some students from taking risks?" Lumian asked casually while drinking beer.

Fleman shook his head: "No, I study mineralogy. The distribution of underground rock formations in Trier is very unique and worthy of study. We have also established a mineralogy and disease center in the catacombs with people from the medical school. Museum of Science." I came out of the museum and went underground in the market area, intending to go home from here, when I met the ghost of Montsouris.

"My Sandrina...my Bastien..."

Fleman raised his hands and pressed his head, his voice became extremely painful. Seeing this, Lumian changed the subject: "The underground rock formations in Trier are very unique?"

"Yes." Flemish answered instinctively at first, then regained his mood and started talking non-stop.

"We also gave the rock formations very poetic names, from top to bottom they were flowers, sheep, and sedges."

In this way, Lumian and Flemish chatted until early in the morning. The latter was in a high mood, and his face covered with black beard seemed to be a little rosier.

He did not lose his mind again, and after making sure that nothing was watching him in the dark, he returned to his normal self.

After saying goodbye to the drunken Flemish, Lumian looked away with a slight smile, walked into room 207, and began to write a letter to Ms. "Magician".

He first mentioned that he was influenced by Termipoulos and almost transferred Charlie and attacked and killed "Black Scorpion" Roger and other "Moon Lady" subordinates. Then he said that the "Provocateur" potion was completely digested by the latter. I would like to know, madam, if you have the "Pyromancer" potion formula and extraordinary properties, and what price you need to pay in exchange.

Not long after Lumian cleared the environment and summoned the puppet messenger to take away the letter, Ms. "Magician" replied: "Yes, you have truly realized the impact that guy with a long name can have on you. , try to do something, keep this vigilance." According to your description, Ms. Yue should have Sequence 3. Being able to really provoke such a demigod can really help you digest the magic potion quickly.

"If I remember correctly, you will attend Mr. K's party tomorrow night and tell him that you can believe in that existence. This means that you will truly become one of them, and you will have completed the first phase of the task I gave you. , when the time comes, as a reward I will give you the arsonist’s potion formula for free.” I still have the arsonist’s extraordinary characteristics, but you need to follow the principle of equal exchange.

"In Intis, www.youxs.org, many times it even exceeds 20,000, www.youxs.org

about. "This shows what? It shows that many people in Intis have become arsonists, but many arsonists have died.

"As the holder of the Minor Arcana card, I will give you a huge discount. That extraordinary characteristic only costs 30,000 Felkin.

"Good luck."

Phew, 30,000 Ferkin... Lumian breathed out, feeling that this was not an unreachable amount.

He himself has a deposit of more than 4,000 Feirkin, and the evil sickle called "Harvest Offering" can still be sold for a good price. At that time, if we borrow some more from Franka and embezzle some cash from the Breeze Ballroom, we should not be too far away from 30,000 Felkin.

As for "Ms. Moon", as Lumian guessed, she has changed from a "lady" to a lady who gives birth to gods. She must be more than Sequence 4.

Fortunately, in the previous battle, we always acted like we were about to lose and did not let Roger "Black Scorpion" seek help. Lumian burned Ms. "Magician"'s letter, washed up briefly, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

At around six o'clock in the morning, he had just finished washing up and put on a white shirt, black vest, brown trousers and strapless leather boots when he heard someone coming down from the third floor. They were Ruhl and Michelle, who were in ragged clothes and covered in garbage and stinking of garbage. Ruel looked at Lumian at the door of room 207, and shouted in panic and fear: "Char, Mr. Charles! That madman is dead!"

That madman is dead? Flemish is dead? Lumian was startled for a moment, then passed Ruel and Michelle and rushed to the third floor.

The door to room 310 was open. Lumian glanced around and saw Flemish hanging on the window.

He was facing the door. He had shaved his beard cleanly, revealing a gentle and thin face.

At this time, he was no longer breathing, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were slightly bulging, and his mouth was wide open. His body was bathed in the clear morning light shining through the window, and he was hanging quietly in a belt tied to the window frame.

Below him, on the wooden table, were a nearly extinguished kerosene lamp, several large books, and a piece of white paper pressed down by a pen, which seemed to have something written on it.

Lumian was silent for a few seconds, walked over slowly, and checked the white paper. It was written in smooth handwriting in Intis: "When I fell mad, I still had the desire to live." After I woke up, I couldn't find the meaning of life.

"Please bury me in the "Tomb Lamp Cellar" in the catacombs." Lumian raised his head and looked at the slightly protruding blue eyes, as if he was looking at the dead Flemish.

He just stared quietly, as if frozen there, without moving for a long time.

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