Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

After listening to Lumian's words, Franka blurted out: "Fuck! Is it related to those people again?"

"What exactly does Huguet Artois want to do?"

"I don't understand the significance of creating such a chemical plant explosion... Maybe it's just a coincidence, www.youxs.org. It's normal to visit, but it just happened that there was an explosion in the chemical plant today..." Lumian said thoughtfully.

You can't underestimate every coincidence in life, but you can't treat every coincidence as a problem either.

Franka nodded slightly and said, "Indeed."

"But I must remind you that the chemical plant explosion is not meaningless. It may have brought a lot of death, which is very important for many evil rituals. Living people are always the third best sacrifice."

"Can this also be a ceremony?" Lumian was quite astonished.

Franka corrected: "As part of the ritual, there is no essential difference between killing the sacrifice with a knife and killing the sacrifice with a chemical plant explosion. To the gods the ceremony leader wants to pray to, your understanding of ritual magic is still the same. It’s too one-sided, of course, some rituals may require the creation of similar explosions to be effective.”

This is just like in the "Art of Replacement", before the ceremony is held, the "substitute" is allowed to live as the replaced person for a long enough time? Lumian probably understood.

Franka immediately sighed: "This is just a guess of mine, and it does not mean it is true. Maybe the coincidence you mentioned is the correct answer, but no matter what, we need to remind the official Beyonders to pay attention to the traces of the ceremony. Pay attention to the role played by the congressman's office in this disaster.

“Damn it, if that’s not a member of Congress, I’ll catch him tonight, hang him from the ceiling, whip him, and ask him what he wants to do and what his relationship is with those evil god believers.

"Hey, in that explosion just now, I don't know how many people lost their parents, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters or children. I don't know how many people are praying, worrying and suffering for their injured relatives."

"For example, Jenna." Lumian said smoothly.

Franka was stunned for a second: "What did you say?"

"Jiana's mother works in Goodville Chemical Plant, don't you know?" Lumian asked.

Franka was stunned for a moment, then asked with concern: "How is her mother doing now?"

Lumian briefly talked about how he and Jenna rushed to St. Gers Street to find Elodie, and used the remaining healing potion to bring Elodie back from the brink of death.

Franka visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said heartbrokenly: "Why wasn't I there! Why wasn't I there!"

The corner of Lumian's mouth twitched and he said calmly: "You still have a chance now. Jenna is worried about the cost of subsequent treatment."

"I'm going to the Holy Palace Hospital right away!" Franka's eyes lit up and she was about to rush out of the apartment.

Lumian quickly stopped her: "Don't forget to bring the Stinger Gang's treatment potion. I'm worried that the situation will happen again."

Just like Mr. Rule.

Without waiting for Franka to respond, he added: "Also, help Jenna bring the skirt she wore in the morning.

"Well... I would like to borrow 4,000 Firkin from you, using half of the Harvest Offering as collateral. I have already collected all the auxiliary materials for the Arsonist's potion."

"So fast?" Franka looked shocked, "I haven't even started looking for you yet!"

Lumian smiled and said: "I met the boss at the door of the congressman's office last night. I confessed to him that I was about to be promoted and had paid a sum of money in advance, and asked him to help me pay attention to the auxiliary materials for the arsonist's potion. "

The more Franka listened, the more complicated her expression became: "You are more thoughtful than I thought... Confessing to Gardner is indeed the best way to deal with this matter.

"But, can't you consider me? Do you know, I also want to help you collect auxiliary materials for arsonist potions through Gardner. He is a Sequence 6 conspirator or Sequence 5 in the hunter's path. He is around There is also a group of hunters, so there will be no shortage of similar things. Fortunately, fortunately, I haven't gone to him in the past two days, otherwise he would definitely suspect that I have an affair with you."

Lumian always thought that Franka would search for information through the Curly Baboon Research Society. Unexpectedly, she followed the principle of proximity and convenience, www.youxs.org, and almost caused the private relationship between the two to be exposed.

Franca returned to the room and took out 4,000 Firkin bills from somewhere. She handed them to Lumian and solemnly told him: "After you get the main ingredients, don't be in a hurry to prepare the potion. You must ensure that you are in good condition." You can withstand the impact of promotion, otherwise it is best to postpone it for a while, the main materials are much easier to store than potions."

"I know very well." Lumian replied calmly.

He thought for a moment and then said: "You'd better contact the authorities first before looking for Jenna. The explosion happened not long ago, and there may be some clues left."

"Yeah." Franka agreed.

Before Lumian was about to leave, he curiously asked: "A living person is the third best sacrifice, so what is the difference between the second best and the first best?"

"The second best thing is a creature with extraordinary characteristics. The first best thing is..." At this point, Franka smiled, demigods. "

…

Noer District, the sixth floor of the Holy Palace Hospital.

When Jenna returned to the ward from the bathroom, she saw her brother Julian helping her mother Elodie tuck the corner of the quilt inside.

Elodie was still unconscious, but her complexion had improved.

Julian stood up, pulled his sister aside, and whispered: "Chelia, you don't have to worry about the follow-up treatment costs. I will find a way. You can continue to learn your drama performance in the old pigeon cage."

Jian Na felt warm in her heart and asked, "Has the doctor told you?"

"Yes, that's what I just said." Julian nodded heavily.

Jian Na pursed her lips and said: "Don't worry, my friends have agreed to lend me money, which can be repaid in three years with very low interest. I will save a little on my income as an underground singer and as a worker for you." , it should be enough, and it won’t affect our respective apprenticeships.”

Julian was silent for a few seconds and said: "That Ciel?"

"Yes, he's one of them, but there are other friends, well, Franka in Red Boots, whom I mentioned last night."

Jenna felt that she had to explain this matter clearly, otherwise she was worried that her brother would go to extremes.

She remembered that the year before last, Julian wanted to secretly sell himself to the Bayram Pass Import and Export Company behind his mother's back to work as a desperate mercenary to repay all the debts and send his sister to the theater to be an acting apprentice. Fortunately, What's wrong is that he was later stopped.

Julian was just about to say something when he saw a tall, slender girl appearing at the door of the ward.

She was wearing a women's shirt, light-colored breeches, a black-and-white-checked tweed top, and red boots. Her long, flaxen hair was simply tied into a ponytail, her eyebrows flew into her temples, her eyes were bright and lively, and she had an unstoppable aura. The charm of opening your eyes.

Jenna greeted her happily: "Franka."

...

White Coat Street, inside the safe house.

Lumian, who had bought the Holy Star Lily and was distilling and extracting the hydrosol, sat down and waited for Ms. "Magician" to reply.

Fire salamander's blood, magma pyroxene powder, and red-crowned impatiens powder were lined up on the desk in front of him.

When the Holy Star Lily hydrosol was about to be prepared, the forearm-high "doll" wearing a light gold skirt with delicate but slightly weird facial features appeared on the window sill.

It put down a metal biscuit box, sniffed and said, "Next time you summon me, use this hydrosol."

"Okay." The other party's request was so weird that Lumian didn't react for a moment and could only answer instinctively.

Soon, the "doll" messenger disappeared before his eyes. Lumian opened the lid of the bright silver biscuit box and saw the small red "heart" that was burning silently.

Without hesitation, he took the prepared beer glass and poured in the "Arsonist" extraordinary characteristic.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian poured a little more than 50 ml of fire salamander blood into the cup.

A sizzling sound suddenly sounded, and the red liquid evaporated a lot, turning into blood mist, lingering around the "heart".

The Extraordinary characteristics of the "Arsonist" are much softer than before, and the surface is like a lake, with layers of ripples.

As Lumian put the magma pyroxene powder, red-crowned impatiens powder and holy star lily hydrosol into the beer cup according to the requirements of the potion formula, the blood mist lingering around the "heart" suddenly shrank inward. , causing a lot of yellowish liquid with floating red bubbles to appear there.

This was the "Arsonist" potion, and it caught Lumian's eyes.

Lumian did not rush to take the food, but closed his eyes.

In his mind came the corpse of madman Flemish hanging on the window frame and the white paper with his suicide note, Mr. Ruhl who died of ulcers all over his body, drinking heavily and singing songs loudly, Mrs. Michel was finally hanged in the morning light, and the cries one after another in the Whistle Square emerged.

Then he saw himself who was stubborn and stubborn when he was wandering, saw himself who still didn't give up despite being hit again and again, saw another ending of himself, and saw the sadness, unwillingness and powerlessness of trying to pursue hope but being buried by darkness. and depression.

The mockery of fate sounded in his ears, and the fire he tried to suppress in his heart surged up, burning more and more intensely: If this is my inevitable ending;

If this is the fate destined for the dust;

If efforts are unrewarding, if hope can never be reached;

Then I will use my life to fight and change everything!

Even if there is no light on the road ahead and hope is extremely slim, I will continue to fight until death!

Fuck you MP!

www.youxs.org!

Fuck your god belief!

Fuck you Thermipolos!

Fuck you fate!

Lumian suddenly opened his eyes and summed up his last rule for acting as a "provocateur": Provocation is a symbol of unyielding!

He didn't need this to help him digest. With the fire burning in his chest, he picked up the beer glass and drank the liquid inside.

It was like a high-temperature flame, burning from his mouth to his esophagus, burning to his stomach, and burning to his heart.

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