Chapter 118 Legend (First Update Asking for a Monthly Pass)
The main entrance to the catacombs is in Purgatory Square near the Intis Observatory, and the building that encompasses the entrance is supported by columns, and the top is a dome covered with stone reliefs, like a miniature memorial or the above-ground part of a huge mausoleum.
When Lumian arrived, there were already twenty or thirty people gathered by the stairs going down, dressed differently, but they were all dressed more formally, both male and female.
Standing at the front of these people was a man in his thirties wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, with slightly curly brown hair, a thick beard, slightly upturned corners of his eyes, and an iron-black calcium carbide lamp that had not yet been lit.
He said loudly to the twenty or thirty people:
"I am Kendall, one of the custodians of the catacombs, and today I am responsible for leading you around those ossuaries.
"Did everyone prepare a white candle? If not, please let me know immediately."
Tourists? Lumian set his sights on the stone staircase behind Kendall.
It stretched all the way down, immersed in thick darkness, and there was no end in sight.
Not far from Kendall, there was an open heavy door, made of thick wood, half painted with golden paint painted with the sun emblem, and half with a solid triangle filled with symbols such as steam, levers, gears, etc.
After receiving a confirmed answer, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around and walked underground, followed by those tourists, some carrying lanterns.
Lumian was four or five meters behind them, holding the calcium carbide lamp he had obtained from Lamayer, and went down the stone stairs quickly and slowly.
With his ears that have received extraordinary promotion, it is not difficult to hear the introductions made by the tomb keeper Kendall at the front:
"After walking 138 steps, 26 meters below the streets of Trier city, you will see the skeletons of nearly 50 generations of Trier.
"This is a conservative statement, in fact, far more than 50 generations, and the history of some ossuaries in the catacombs can even be traced back to the last era......
"Forty-seven years ago, there was no land for the dead to be buried in places such as the Cemetery of the Innocent and the Cemetery of Fathers......
"In the end, the town hall chose to go underground, and they connected some of the Quaternary tombs with several underground quarries nearby, creating a very, very, very large burial mound...... What you can see today is just a part of it......
Kendall's voice echoed in the quiet darkness of the endless staircase, making people spontaneously feel fear of the tomb and the underground.
Down the steps, Lumian finally saw a road separated by stone pillars and walls.
Unlike other places in the underground world, this road has obviously been repaired and maintained on a daily basis, with no potholes in sight at all, flat and spacious, but quite gloomy, with gusts of cold wind blowing from time to time.
On this road, gas lamps are installed at intervals, emitting yellowish fire, allowing light and darkness to continue to intertwine and extend into the distance.
Kendall, wearing a blue vest, reminded visitors again:
"You must follow me closely, not alone!
"There are too many areas underground that we lack understanding, and once you get lost, it's hard to find them again.
"You can't walk around when you enter the tomb, there are some roads that lead to deeper tombs, and the Quaternary evil spirits hidden in the darkness sleep in such places, praise the sun and praise the light, only by walking on the route confirmed by the priests can you avoid all dangers."
Some visitors spread their arms and praised the sun, while others drew triangles on their chests.
After following the tomb keeper Kendall and the others for nearly two hundred meters, Lumian saw the catacombs.
There stands a megalithic door opening that has been modified in the late stage of natural formation, flanked by exquisite reliefs such as skulls, bone arms, sunflowers, and steam symbols.
On the lintel at the top, two inscriptions are written in Intis:
"Stop!
"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
The tomb keeper Kendall turned around again and said to the visitors:
"You can extinguish the lanterns and light the white candles, everyone must do this!
"If you don't want to enter the tomb, you can walk around here, but you can't go too far, otherwise it will be easy to get lost, and it will be troublesome then.
"After entering the tomb, if you accidentally break away from the line, don't be nervous, look for the street sign, if there is no street sign, look up, follow the black line drawn at the top of the tomb, it will continue to the main entrance and exit......"
Not long after, the light of the lantern went out, and orange candles jumped out in the darkness.
The visitors held white candles at the same time and followed Kendall into the catacombs.
Lumian watched from a distance, as if he saw a little yellowish fire converging into a stream, slowly swimming into the depths of darkness.
He didn't go in, carrying a calcium carbide lamp, and went around the gate of the tomb to find the fake wizard Aosta. Trul.
A few minutes later, Lumian saw a pile of bonfires.
It was located next to a pillar, and there was a lot of wet moss growing on the stone wall above.
On a stone behind the bonfire sat a man, wearing a black robe with a hood, with a high nose, dark brown eyes, and a flaxen beard covering his chin, staring at the beating of the flames.
Lumian walked over and asked directly:
"You are Aosta. Trul?"
The hooded man raised his head and looked at Lumian, and said in a deliberately suppressed, magnetic and deep voice:
"Lost soul, why are you looking for me?"
Fire and darkness alternate in Aosta. Trul's face jumped so much that it was impossible to judge his exact age, and he could only guess that he might be less than thirty years old or close to forty.
Lumian said with a sincere face:
"I heard someone mention that you are a magical wizard who can help me solve my problems."
Aosta. Trul said in a low, slightly magnetic voice:
"Witchcraft is taboo, witchcraft is a curse, I will not help at will."
"What do you need me to do?" Lumian asked urgently.
Aosta said in a low voice:
"The principle of witchcraft is equal exchange, you tell me what help you want to get first."
Equivalent exchange, have you read too many novels? Lumian resisted the urge to mock and provocation, and his expression suddenly became painful:
"I lost all my loved ones, I felt abandoned by the world, I couldn't sleep every night, every night, I wanted to forget these things and start my life again."
Aosta. Trul observed Lumian's expression and did not find any falsehood.
He nodded slightly:
"I've lost a lot too, it's a curse from witchcraft, and I can understand your feelings and thoughts.
"But forgetting the pain is a hard thing."
"Okay......" Lumian sighed long, turned his body, and prepared to leave.
Aosta hurriedly called out to him:
"Wait a minute, it's hard not to say that there is no way."
"Really?" Lumian turned around suddenly, his face full of excitement.
Aosta nodded slightly and said:
"Have you heard of the Samaritan Woman's Fountain?"
"No." Lumian shook his head.
Aosta glanced at the burning bonfire and explained briefly:
"In a certain ossuary in the catacombs, there is a murky spring, it is called the Samaritan Woman's Spring, also known as the Spring of Oblivion, the Spring of Oblivion, and if you drink it, you will be able to completely forget all suffering.
"Of course, it is fake, it was a puddle left by a construction error during the construction of the catacombs, which was packaged into a legend by those administrators."
Seeing Lumian's eyes from light to dark, Aosta. Trulle further stated:
"But as a wizard, I can tell you that deep in this underworld, in a tomb suspected of being a Quaternary ruin, there is a real Samaritan Fountain.
"There are many corpses singing, singing 'Drink the water of blissful oblivion and forget the original pain'."
"I can help you get it, but the principle of equivalent exchange cannot be violated, you need to give me 100 Fairkin."
100 Felkin? Your appetite is too small, right? Looking for such a dangerous thing as a legend, how can people believe that it is true without charging a few thousand Felkin? Lumian was listening attentively, but the misalignment of the price made him feel comical.
So precious spring water is not as good as the salary of a trainee waiter for two months?
The legend of the Samaritan Woman's Fountain, which he had seen in the magazine "Psychic", was muttering a word he did not understand, probably pronounced "Meng Po".
Psychic magazine also believes that the Samaritan Woman's Spring is a legend created by tomb keepers, but they believe that this legend will not be without a source, and there may really be a "Fountain of Forgotten" somewhere in the North Continent.
Lumian's eyes widened, he rushed to Aosta's side, pressed his shoulder and said:
"Really?"
Aosta pushed his palm away and nodded calmly:
"This is a wizard's promise."
"Okay, okay!" Lumian replied excitedly, "But I didn't bring so much money, I'll go back now and come here to find you tomorrow?"
Aosta nodded in satisfaction:
"No problem."
Lumian thanked him repeatedly, picked up the calcium carbide lamp, and left the area excitedly.
When he was out of Aosta's sight, he restrained his smile, raised his right palm, and sniffed the not-so-obvious smell of perfume.
Before arriving at the observatory area, he sprayed some inferior perfume on his right hand, which he had deliberately touched Aosta's body just now.
All the way back to the ground, Lumian sat down behind the pillar, hid his figure, and waited patiently.
The sky was getting darker, and as dusk approached, he smelled the faint and familiar smell of perfume.
Lumian didn't rush to follow up, and after a while he walked out of his hiding place, following the scent left by Aosta, so far away that he could hardly see the other party's figure.
Carriages passed by him, and sometimes exaggerated mechanical creations appeared.
ps: The first is to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)