They? Lumian was very surprised when he heard Raymond's answer.
He originally thought that Raymond drowned in the river "on his own" and became a sacrifice to someone, but now it seems that someone seems to be involved, not just an invisible force dragging Raymond into the water.
"Who are they?" Aurore asked this question.
Raymond's expression was distorted and stiff, his eyes were both full of hatred and dull, and he shouted extremely angrily:
"Pons. Bene, it is Pons. Bene and his people!
"They pressed me into the water!"
After Ava and I left the water's edge, Pons. Bene and those thugs appeared at the place where Raymond went ashore, pressed him into the river, drowned him alive, and became a sacrifice? Lumian restored the original situation based on Raymond's words.
The entire Lenten celebration has become a complete ritual of sacrifice to evil things!
Aurore asked for more details, but Raymond only had a few words over and over again, and it seemed that this was all his memory.
Phew, I really missed the best time for channeling, and I could only reap the remnants of obsession...... Aurore thought for a moment, intending to ask something that Raymond might or may not be impressed by:
"Did they sacrifice you to a certain being?
"What are His characteristics, and where is He?"
Aurore learned smartly this time, and did not directly ask for the complete honorific name, but only planned to collect some side information to assist in judgment.
She believed that during Raymond's sacrifice, if his spirit was still sentient, he would definitely be able to "see" and "hear" something and leave a deep enough impression, and not vice versa.
Raymond was stunned there, and the corners of his eyes were stained with blood-colored transparent tears more and more.
Lumian had a calm face, looking at him like this, his hands were already clenched at some point.
Suddenly, Raymond screamed:
"Underground! Underground the church!"
What? Aurore almost doubted her ears.
Combined with her question, Raymond was clearly saying that the hidden being to whom he was offered as a sacrifice was in the underground of the church!
Impossible, now is the fifth age, how could God walk on the earth? Aurore calmed down, thinking that Raymond's spirit only had some obsession and some spirituality, and the answers to the questions were very confusing, always obsessed with those few points, that is, he was not necessarily testifying that the person hiding in the basement of the church, but just produced a kind of stressful feedback.
But no matter what, whether Raymond is giving a real answer or repeating his own obsession, there must be a problem in the underground of the church, hiding a key part of the sacrificial ceremony!
Aurore only hopes that the secrets hidden there are not too scary and not too exaggerated.
She asked about other things, and Raymond's spirit would only repeat "They drowned me", "Pons. Bene", "Underground of the church", etc.
Seeing that there would be no other gain, Aurore ended her channeling, watching Raymond's figure disappear above the candlelight, and watching the blue color dyed on the altar quickly recede.
After she lifted the spiritual wall, she found Lumian there in a daze, not speaking.
"Yes, what are you thinking?" Aurore stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her brother's eyes.
Lumian tugged at the corners of his mouth and tried to squeeze out a smile:
"I regret beating Pons yesterday. I didn't use much force when I was in Bennet."
Although he also gave Pons. Bennett hit the knee, which caused the other party a lot of pain, but considering that he had to wait for the twelfth night, he could not intensify the conflict with the priest of the parish for the time being. Bene became disabled.
"There will be a chance." Aurore was relieved.
Lumian nodded and said "heh":
"In fact, we have fallen into a misunderstanding, before Lent, not only are we afraid of intensifying conflicts, but also the priests of the parish, they are not ready, and they have not started the ceremony."
In other words, he really wants to make Pons. Whatever irreversible injuries Bene suffered, the priests of the parish would probably only pretend to take revenge and not take real action.
They will endure until Lent, regardless of whether Lumian has offended them or not, as soon as the Lenten celebration "begins", the normal people in the village will be their target.
Aurore understood what Lumian was trying to express, and nodded lightly:
"You decide for yourself how to take revenge on Pons. Bene.
"Now the question we need to consider is how we will survive until the twelfth night after the priests of the parish gain great power at Lent."
Lumian suddenly fell into thinking about this question.
Aurore spoke of her thoughts:
"At present, there are only two options, one is to join forces with those three foreigners, and the other is to find a way to improve yourself."
She hesitated for a moment and then said:
"If you can be sure that Mrs. Pualis has nothing to do with the loop, she is also trapped here, and you can even cooperate with her appropriately."
"Huh?" Lumian was stunned when he heard this.
Mrs. Pualis is so terrifying and so evil, an extraordinary person!
Aurore sighed and said:
"A philosopher in my hometown once said that when doing things, we must clearly distinguish between major and secondary contradictions, and unite all forces that can be united.
"Well, there must be a problem in the underground of the church, there are key clues, before Lent, we must find out, and then I am afraid there will be no chance."
As far as Aurore knows, most churches in this world have underground areas, some are used to store seals, and some are used to bury the corpses of important people.
"Okay." Lumian agreed, "I will discuss it with the three foreigners tomorrow."
He then referred to Raymond's state:
"Why does he only say so few words? Didn't he successfully summon his spirit?"
Aurore sighed again:
"Channeling has a critical point in time, within an hour of death.
"After more than an hour, the spirit of the deceased will quickly dissipate, and there will be no more original memories, only some thoughts, emotions and pictures that cannot be let go, in the professional terms of my hometown, it is obsession."
Lumian nodded slightly when he heard this:
"In the next cycle, we summon Raymond from the beginning, is it within an hour of death?
"No, why does Raymond have memories of the last cycle?"
Only then did he realize the problem: after the cycle was restarted, shouldn't Raymond forget about drowning?
This made Aurore stop, and she said after consideration, combined with the thoughts in the ceremony:
"I think it's okay.
"At this point in time, it has not yet reached Lent, according to the world line, Raymond has not been drowned at this time, and he should not know who the murderer is, but because he has lost his body, he can only exist in a spiritual state, which is equivalent to death, and there will be obsessions remaining, so the one we summoned just now remembers something that happened in the last cycle.
"To put it simply, Raymond's state has become special due to the loss of his body, so that when the cycle is restarted, there will be a certain amount of memory retention!
"Hehe, this is a stuck bug."
A little mistake in the loop because Raymond's body was sacrificed? Lumian probably understood what his sister meant.
Aurore then smiled:
"From this point of view, the power that makes us circulate is very mechanical and dull, and it should no longer be controlled by the original owner, and it is in a state of self-operation, otherwise it can be completely targeted to deal with Raymond's spirit."
Speaking of this, her whole person seemed to be a little more relaxed:
"Haha, in this case, we still have a certain hope of breaking the cycle."
Infected by his sister's emotions, Lumian's gloomy state became clearer:
After so much effort, I finally saw a little hope.
The two of them cooperated to clean up the altar and went up to the study on the second floor, where Aurore taught him the corresponding Hermes language and the ancient Hermes language word by word according to the chaotic and wrong ritual written by Lumianmo.
Some of this is already in Lumian's hands, so his progress is not bad.
Under the bright radio light, Aurore sometimes explained the pronunciation and structure of words to his younger brother, and sometimes used musk, cloves, blood and other materials to make the next candle as he consolidated his review.
While studying seriously, Lumian occasionally looked up and glanced at his busy sister beside him, feeling that he had returned to his original warm life, no longer had any cycles, no longer any evil gods.
The night outside the window was quiet.
…………
In the bedroom filled with a faint gray mist, Lumian woke up.
He brushed the floor and got out of bed, walked to the table, took out paper and pen, and dictated the old Hermitic and Hermetic words he still remembered in the wrong order, and finally gave them the correct number.
After doing this, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and looked ahead.
At the wooden table near the window, there were four things, one was two gray-white musk candles made by Aurore (one with Lumian's blood and one without), the second was the bottle of gray amber perfume, the third was a metal vial containing tulip powder, and the fourth was a silver dagger provided by Aurore.
The lady brought it to me...... Seeing this scene, Lumian's heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
He took these items, turned over a piece of Aurore's homemade incense, went down to the first floor, put them on the dining table, and then went to the kitchen area to get a glass of water and a plate of coarse salt.
The materials related to the ceremony are now ready.
Before going to bed, Aurore was worried that her brother did not have the symbols corresponding to the prayer gifts, so she could not draw them on imitation parchment and burn them, and inform the target god of her desires, but thinking that since the mysterious lady didn't mention it, it should not be necessary, after all, it was essentially praying to the power in Lumian's body, and it could directly "hear" all the prayer language without additional "paperwork".
Looking at the items on the dining table, Lumian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.
He no longer hesitated, placing the gray-white candle with his own blood directly above the altar to represent the gods, and the other one in front of him.
After lighting the candle in the order of spiritual friction in the order of gods before people, Lumian was not too skilled in sanctifying the ritual silver dagger and creating a spiritual wall.
As spirituality erupted from the tip of the ceremonial silver dagger, hooking up the air around him, he inexplicably felt that this was occultism.
Soon, the Spiritual Wall was completed, and Lumian's spirituality was hollowed out in half.
With the help of incense and self-meditation from the house, he made perception ethereal, into a state where ritual magic could be performed.
In Zi's voice, Lumian "dripped" gray amber perfume and tulip powder into the candle representing the gods.
A strange fragrance fills the air, and everything seems to become magical.
Lumian glanced at the cheat sheet next to the altar, took a step back, looked at the burning candle, and shouted in a deep voice in ancient Hermes:
"The power of fate!"
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(End of this chapter)