Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

In the wet and filtered execution ground with drizzle, Lumian watched the red flames gradually getting smaller in front of his eyes, and watched a little bit of transparent and colorless mucus seep out of the corpse, surrounding the charred and cracked "I" "I have a friend", trying to get into the head from the empty eye socket and combine with some kind of organ. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test

One by one, red fire crows condensed around Lumian's body, rushing head to tail to get ahead of the mucus, scrambling to pass through the remaining blood-colored eyes.

Boom!

"I Have a Friend"'s head exploded from the inside out, split into pieces, and gray-white gelatin spread everywhere.

The transparent and colorless mucus lost its binding substance and could only condense on its own, eventually forming a sticky gel.

The glue clattered to the foot of the torture rack. Looking from a distance, it looked like a mirror whose shape could not be fixed and could reflect everything around it.

Lumian walked over, and in the scorching air and flowing flames, he leaned down and picked up the colorless colloid that should be the extraordinary characteristic of the "Hypnotist".

He stared away and found that there were small transparent bubbles deep in the colloid. They reflected sunlight from different angles and showed different colors.

Putting away this mass of extraordinary characteristics, Lumian turned around and left the torture rack.

Behind him, the remaining flames were still burning, still tearing at the charred corpse.

As the light changed, Lumian's figure disappeared into the Ruwa Comprehensive Execution Ground. www.youxs.org

Market District, No. 3 Baicoat Street, Apartment 601.

Lumian, who returned to his original appearance with the help of the "Lie" ear clip, rubbed his forehead and said to Franka: "It has been taken care of. It is very suitable for a person like him to be burned at the stake.

"It's a pity that he believes in Tianzun. Even if he does nothing, he is still a hidden danger. He is a hidden explosive bag. Otherwise, I will let him live with his frontal lobe removed and his eyes blind."

"This is good." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.

She actually has some regrets. If "I have a friend" who was once crazy and believed in the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" who is suspected to have caused their group of people to travel through time, she really wanted to understand his spirit and put the "Audience" path sequence to 9 Sequence 6 or even sequence"

She asked for the formula of the medicine, but after weighing it repeatedly, she gave up this dangerous plan.

Lumian glanced at the open door of the guest bedroom: "Where is Jenna?

"Go to the old pigeon cage." Franka laughed at Lumian, "She is more attentive to digesting potions than you are."

Lumian responded thoughtfully: "After venting the flames in my heart, using the flames to actually fight and complete the execution, I have also digested a lot of the 'Arsonist' potion. According to this progress, if I can summarize The new acting rules should be fully digested in another two months."

He did not continue the topic and instead said: "I have a friend's extraordinary characteristics that I plan to hand over to the magician. Without the help of her and the Tarot Club this time, we would either not be able to find the target, or It will directly lose control in the first attack."

"No problem." Franka didn't mind at all. "I don't dare to hold the extraordinary characteristics of the followers of the evil god without being dealt with by those in high positions. Don't even think about owing me anything. I have no problem dealing with it." A friend' is also the need of the Curly Baboon Research Association.

Lumian was no longer polite and saw Franka return to the bedroom and put on a white shirt dotted with lace flowers and slim-fitting beige trousers, looking like she was ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" he asked casually.

Franka replied angrily: "I have been busy with all the things you have done every day during this period, and I have no time to have fun. Now that it is finally over, I have to enjoy it, right? I advise you to Be more at ease!"

Lumian watched in amusement as the "Witch of Joy" put on her boots and opened the door.

With the sound of the door slamming, he was planning to go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to Ms. "Magician", so he simply found a pen and paper on the spot, sitting at the dining table, and wrote down all the information "I have a friend".

Then, he folded the paper neatly and pressed the "Hypnotist" extraordinary attribute from "I Have a Friend" on it.

As the "doll" messenger was summoned, Lumian waited patiently.

Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought back the transparent gel and the paper folded into a square shape.

Ms. "Magician" wrote in her reply: "This is a public task of the Tarot Society. There is no need to pay us. You can take it yourself. I have removed the part of the pollution that can be removed."

"We will mobilize various resources to find the whereabouts of the remaining five members of 'April Fool's Day', but currently we lack effective entry points. Several pranks mentioned in the intelligence have been in the past for too long."

Lumian read it in silence, letting the red flames swallow up the paper in his hand.

He wanted to "teleport" directly to the two places of Gaia Province in Feneport and West Balam in the Southern Continent to personally search for problematic "April Fools" group members such as "The Bard", but he also knew , which is of no use at all. Without enough information or clues, it is no less than fishing out a fallen silver needle in the sea.

You can't always expect good luck from the little boy eating ice cream, right?

We can only wait until the "Tarot Society" finds effective clues... What can be traced now is the publisher of the underground book "Secret Records of Emperor Russell". If they have seen the real author of "The Bard" That's good... Lumian felt a little lost and relaxed for a moment.

He plans to take his time with the extraordinary characteristics of a "hypnotist" while looking for a suitable craftsman, www.youxs.org.

If the "psychiatrist" could gain something and finally cured his own psychological problems, Lumian would not mind selling him the extraordinary characteristics of the "hypnotist", and the money in exchange would be shared equally with Franka.

If a suitable craftsman is found before this, Lumian will classify the magical items made as public goods, and Franka and Janna can use them at will.

After putting the "Hypnotist" extraordinary properties into the hidden pocket of his clothes, Lumian exhaled and leaned back on the dining chair.

Only then did he hear his stomach growl and feel the familiar hunger.

Since waking up at six in the morning, he has been busy interrogating, executing and writing letters, completely forgetting that he still needs breakfast.

"Really, leave me here alone, as if this is my home..." Lumian muttered and stood up, walking into the kitchen of the apartment, intending to see if there was anything to eat and deal with it casually.

As soon as he glanced around, he saw a few potatoes.

Lumian was stunned for a few seconds, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put on the apron hanging next to him, and skillfully peeled and washed the potatoes, turning them into fine threads.

Then, he followed the process, lighting the fire, heating the pan, pouring oil, sauteing until fragrant, adding shredded potatoes and stirring continuously, adding corresponding condiments and serving.

After finishing such a dish, Lumian toasted two more slices of toast and poured a glass of milk.

He sat down at the dining table, sandwiched the shredded potatoes between two pieces of toast, slowly chewed them, and drank milk from time to time.

Outside the window, the drizzle dissipated and the sun shone brightly.

For the next week, Lumian was no longer busy, waiting calmly for the mental trauma left by the two recent battles to recover, looking for various opportunities to play the role of "arsonist", and slowly digesting the potion.

During the process, he also took the time to report to Mr. K on his recent work and the newly discovered evil organization.

The members of the Savoyard Party in the Breeze Ballroom were all surprised. The leader actually appeared for five or six days in a row, and stayed for a long time each time. Compared with the previous time when no one could be found at all, he was so dedicated that he looked like a fake. .

Charlie was equally surprised that Charles went to the basement bar to drink every night, making fun of this and laughing at that, and he himself was undoubtedly the biggest victim.

Just when Franca was so happy that she felt a little empty and wanted to go to the Red House Cafe in Chaillot Town again, www.youxs.org, "Hela"'s sterling silver skull-like head sent a notice of a special party. We arrived at Apartment 601, No. 3, White Coat Street, and Lumian's abandoned safe house on White Coat Street.

Lumian hadn't been to that safe house for a while. If Franca hadn't asked him specifically after receiving the letter, he wouldn't have known about the letter.

Many members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" are like this. They have a fixed place to send and receive letters, but they don't live there. They just visit regularly to avoid being directly found by "Hela".

They still have a certain sense of safety when it comes to details like this.

Lumian came to the abandoned safe house on White Coat Street, unfolded the letter, and saw what was written on it:

‘Muggle’:

“Tonight at ten o’clock, there will be a special gathering, and we need to discuss a very important matter related to everyone’s safety.

At night, between three minutes and ten o'clock, Lumian recited the incantation that contained hidden power in the safe house on Nightingale Street.

He then felt himself entering a slumber-like state, leaving the impression that his body was being erased with an eraser.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained consciousness and once again came to the ancient palace surrounded by the foggy town.

At this time, hundreds of members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" have arrived, and figures one after another are still flying through the large masquerade-like scene, using "lies" to look like Aurore and wearing wizards Lumian, who was wearing a black robe and a half-face mask, came to the "Academy" group.

He glanced around and didn't see the member nicknamed "Pettigrew".

The "Professor" wearing a black butterfly mask, a tie shirt and a dark long coat was standing next to a man of medium height and thin build, with a brown kraft paper file bag on his head.

That was her husband, "Associate Professor."

"Professor" looked at Lumian and asked curiously:

"Do you know what's going on and why there's a special party?"

Lumian, who played the "Muggle" Aurore, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and sighed: "Because there is a traitor.

"Traitor..." "Professor" and other members of the "Academy" group repeated this word.

At this time, the president "Gandalf" who looked like a half-giant in a simple robe and a hood, and the vice-president "Hela" who was dressed as a black widow and covered with a veil, walked to the huge stone deep in the ancient palace at the same time. In front of the chair.

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