Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Ms. "Magician" didn't say any more and asked again:

"Are you going back to the Breeze Ballroom now, or are you staying here until noon?"

Lumian had never left Intis, let alone come to the Southern Continent. He happened to have nothing to do, so he nodded and said, "I want to take a stroll."

Ms. "Magician" nodded lightly and disappeared in front of him.

Almost at the same time, the biting cold wind passed through the crowd and blew on Lumian.

Coming from Summer Trier, he couldn't help but tremble.

Along with the cold wind, the hustle and bustle of the market that was just a few hundred meters away filled Lumian's ears, giving him the feeling of truly entering this world.

Thinking that the appearance and disappearance of Ms. "Magician" were not noticed by the people around her, Lumian quickly made a guess: he quickly created a "spiritual wall", or pulled me into a non-independent alien space. ?"

As his thoughts flashed, Lumian saw the men and women passing by looking at him, who was wearing only a thin shirt, a black vest, and thin trousers in the severe cold season of the plateau, with wary and puzzled eyes.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone pretending to be cool?" Lumian muttered, relying on the patience of a "mendicant monk" and walked into the market as if nothing had happened.

The smell of fresh livestock manure, the rich sweetness of corn, and the smell of spiced barbecue wafted into his nose.

Lumian looked around and saw many stalls selling corn-based food. There were whole corns boiled in water, roasted corns smeared with red sauce, and cut into pieces and put into thick soup. There are corns that are wrapped and grilled with beef and mutton chunks, onions and potatoes, corns that are ground into powder and boiled into a sticky paste and cooked into different pieces of meat, and corns that are spread into rough flatbreads and sprinkled with toppings... .

After thinking for a moment, Lumian passed through the road "given up" by the market goers and arrived at a stall.

The stall owner is a man in his thirties, with dark and red skin, a thin face, high cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and long black hair that looks greasy.

He wore a black felt hat and a dark red robe made of wool and other materials.

Lumian pointed to the yellow polenta cooked in the iron-colored cauldron and asked in Intis: "How much?"

He has just observed that some of the people here can understand the Intis language, and various metal currencies, including Firkin, are used for transactions.

The stall owner was frightened and replied in an unskilled Intis language with a bit of flattery: "5 kopei and 1 cup."

1 Rick, it's quite cheap... Lumian looked at the corn paste with many pieces of beef and mutton floating on it, and took out a brass-colored coin with the pattern of the Honakis Mountains on the front.

The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took out a paper cup that didn't match the market style and technological level. He scooped a full cup and even gave him a few extra pieces of meat.

After Lumian took it, he immediately felt a warmth spreading into his body.

For a person who has endured the freezing cold wind, this is a very beautiful experience.

The even better experience is that the warm cornstarch flows from the mouth into the esophagus and into the stomach, delivering warmth to every corner of the body.

It has a light and sweet base, mixed with a little spicy and a little pungent, which just neutralizes the fishy smell of the beef and mutton pieces, allowing the beauty of the meat to fully bloom on the taste buds of the tongue, and the taste is unique and appetizing.

There are whole corns, roasted corns smeared with red sauce, corns cut into pieces and put into thick soup, roasted corns wrapped with beef and mutton chunks, onions and potatoes, and ground into powder and boiled into a sticky paste. Corn with meat cubes, corn spread into rough flatbreads and sprinkled with toppings...

After thinking for a moment, Lumian passed through the road "given up" by the market goers and arrived at a stall.

The stall owner is a man in his thirties, with dark and red skin, a thin face, high cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and long black hair that looks greasy.

He wore a black felt hat and a dark red robe made of wool and other materials.

Lumian pointed to the yellow polenta cooked in the iron-colored cauldron and asked in Intis: "How much?"

He had just observed that some of the people here could understand the Intis language, and various metal currencies were used for transactions.

Including Filkin.

The stall owner was frightened and replied in an unskilled Intis language with a bit of flattery: "5 kopei and 1 cup."

1 Rick, it's quite cheap... Lumian looked at the corn paste with many pieces of beef and mutton floating on it, and took out a brass-colored coin with the pattern of the Honakis Mountains on the front.

The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took out a paper cup that didn't match the market style and technological level. He scooped a full cup and even gave him a few extra pieces of meat.

After Lumian took it, he immediately felt a warmth spreading into his body.

For a person who has endured the freezing cold wind, this is a very beautiful experience.

The even better experience is that the warm cornstarch flows from the mouth into the esophagus and into the stomach, delivering warmth to every corner of the body.

It has a light and sweet base, mixed with a little spicy and a little pungent, which just neutralizes the fishy smell of the beef and mutton pieces, allowing the beauty of the meat to fully bloom on the taste buds of the tongue, and the taste is unique and appetizing.

In the guarded and evasive reactions of the ladies in bright robes, in the fearful and hateful gazes of the men driving the herds of cattle and sheep, in the air that was much thinner than in Trier, Lumian drank the cornstarch from the cup. Went to the end of the market.

Not long after, he entered the "White City" Lapus and saw the golden "Eternal Sun" church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" church carved with various industrial parts. He saw the white buildings I saw shops selling cattle and sheep leather and various fabrics, signs such as "Highland Import and Export Company" and "Lapps Mining Association", and saw people being pulled by long-haired oxen and medium-sized horses. A car saw a large number of locals, mainly in robes, and a few outsiders in formal clothes.

Lumian picked a store called "Highland Secret Medicine" and turned in as a tourist.

The owner of this shop is an Intis man, about forty years old, with typical black hair and blue eyes. He wears a white shirt with floral decorations, thick clothes made of cashmere, and a dark blue jacket with golden fur edges.

Seeing Lumian, he greeted happily: "Good morning, dear compatriot."

After speaking, he looked at Lumian's clothes and asked with concern: "Have you met a robber?"

"I just arrived in Laps, and something happened on the way." Lumian answered with a Trier accent with a smile.

The boss selling the secret medicine nodded with understanding: "The Southern Continent is not as good as what is written in the newspapers, but it is indeed a paradise for adventurers.

"I came to West Balam fifteen years ago and looked for opportunities in various cities in the southern continent, but it wasn't until I entered this white city that my life changed for the better. The steam is rising!"

While sighing, he drew the triangular holy symbol on his chest.

"Steam!" Lumian responded with the same courtesy.

The boss smiled more and more kindly: "Brother, would you like some mummy powder? A real mummy!"

Lumian looked around the small shop and said with a smile: "Why don't you put the mummy in the window to prove the authenticity of the ashes?"

The boss said with a smile: "This will irritate those barbarians.

"Although some of them buy mummy powder, the vast majority still cannot accept mummies as commodities."

Lumian said deliberately: "When I left Trier, the demand for mummy powder exceeded the supply and the price was very high. Have you never thought about transporting the mummies back to Trier and selling them?"

"Sea trade is too dangerous. If I go through the import and export company, they will severely lower my price and charge me a tax. Those damn hyenas!" The boss glanced at Lumian and said tentatively. , "If you are willing to take the corresponding risks, we can cooperate."

"How many mummies can you provide?" Lumian looked distrustful.

The boss smiled: "It depends on how much you want, I have enough channels."

I can get as much as I want? Have you dug up the family graveyard of a big noble in the Highland Kingdom? Or are you just looking for some dead bodies or living people to make on-site? Lumian had a few chats with the boss of "Highland Secret Medicine", After knowing that the other party's name was "www.youxs.org", I left the store with the excuse that I needed to think about it.

After walking for a while, Lumian saw many locals pouring into a three-story white building with a spectacular appearance and serious temperament on the side of the road.

He followed curiously and found that there were multiple Intis soldiers guarding the door wearing black three-cornered hats, blue jackets with gold thread, white trousers and black leather boots.

Sure enough, Lapus is a colonial city of Intis... Lumian glanced around and landed on the golden words at the main entrance of the white building: "Lapus Special Court"

Lumian followed the crowd into a trial hall, sat in a deserted corner, and listened to the trial of the case.

The persons on trial were two Intis soldiers. They were accused of intercepting a newlywed couple in the suburbs more than a month ago, brutally murdered the husband, and took turns raping the wife.

The latter was lucky to survive. Coupled with many witnesses and sufficient evidence, the whole case seems very clear.

The judge, who was trying the two criminals for the third time, made the final decision after a long period of consideration:

After being found guilty, they were immediately expelled from the highlands, and when they returned to Intis, they were further punished by a military court.

Such a ruling caused a lot of dissatisfaction. The local people hearing the trial stood up and protested loudly, but the judge did not compromise and let the well-prepared bailiffs and soldiers forcibly drive them out of the court.

Lumi, who was sitting in the corner, quietly looked at the faces that were filled with excitement, anger, pain and resentment. Until they were forced to leave, he slowly stood up and walked out of the court.

When passing through the square outside the "Eternal Sun" church, he met several clergymen wearing white robes with gold thread.

They kept a sufficient distance from the people around them and communicated in low voices while walking towards the church.

Lumian tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the words of these clergymen with his "hunter" ears.

Because the distance was so far, he could barely make out two phrases: "The power of night...invades here..."

What do you mean? The Church of the "Night Goddess" in the Kingdom of Loen has reached out to the Star Plateau? Lumian pondered for a while and continued his wandering.

...

At 12:30 noon, Trier time, Lumian was brought back to the Breeze Ballroom by Ms. "Magician" and appeared in his bedroom.

He sat down at the wooden table and began to sort out the poet's interpretation of the symbolic elements of the dream.

While he was busy, he heard familiar footsteps and a knock on the door that was not polite at all.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Lumian stood up and looked at the door: "Come in."

The person who opened the door was Franca. She was wearing a women's shirt, beige breeches and red boots as usual, but the difference was that she had a light-colored pleated long skirt around her waist.

"It's strange." Lumian said frankly.

Franka sighed with joy and melancholy: "I'm not used to wearing skirts yet, so I'll just make do with it for now.

“It’s about welcoming joy’.”

"Happiness?" Lumian didn't quite understand why this term appeared here.

Franka closed the door with her backhand and said with a complicated expression: "Because you have already joined the Iron-Blooded Cross, my mission has been initially completed. Next, I will see if I can join as well and cooperate with your actions." .

"And now that the mission has been initially completed, there must be a reward. The next sequence of the witch is the Witch of Joy.

"Well, plus what I collected before, I already have all the main materials and most of the auxiliary materials, except for the real mummy ashes. I came to you to ask you to pay attention to me at your occult gathering. Fuck, the mummy ashes sold in those shops are not real!”

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