Chapter 126 Convenor (Asking for a double monthly pass)
Lumian originally planned to go to Mason's Cafe before noon to familiarize himself with the environment over there, lest he not even know where to escape after receiving treatment tomorrow and having an accident, but Baron Brignel's matter delayed him for a long time, so he could only go to Aosta. Trul, go to the botanical garden in the afternoon.
Aosta was still in the old place, next to the edge of the catacombs, backed by a stone pillar, and a bonfire was lit.
Hearing footsteps from far to near, he raised his head and looked at the visitors, wearing a hooded black robe.
He thought he would have an income, but his expression instantly froze.
He quickly stood up, squeezed out a smile, and took the initiative to say before Lumian could ask:
"I contacted the organizer this morning and said that I have a friend who is an occult enthusiast and wants to attend a party, but he hasn't replied to me yet."
Lumian nodded, didn't ask how Aosta got in touch, walked to the campfire, found a stone and sat down, and spoke casually:
"You should have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place, aren't you afraid that they will look for you?"
Aosta smiled "hehe":
"Most of the time, it's not a lie, as a 'secret prayer person', an extraordinary person in the true sense, using my own spirituality to do divination for them, it can't be called a deception at all.
"My divination results are much more accurate than most people in the occult club!
"Other times, it must be different people using different methods, and if they are really exposed, they can make up for it with words."
"How to make up for it?" Lumian smiled.
Aosta coughed:
"The key is not to say too clearly and absolutely at the beginning, and then you can accuse the other party of misunderstanding."
Lumian smiled thoughtfully:
"On the Samaritan Spring, you promised too easily and made your promise too clear."
Aosta's expression suddenly collapsed:
"Yes, I was forced too eagerly by Baron Brignel to get the money on the spot.
"The correct thing to do should be to tell you that I have a way, but it is very difficult to achieve, and after you pleaded many times, I reluctantly accepted your money and said that there was no guarantee of success......"
Obviously, Aosta had reviewed what mistakes he had made last night, and seriously considered what to do to avoid subsequent risks if everything was done all over again.
How could he talk about how to successfully deceive him in front of this dangerous guy? Aosta subconsciously smiled and forcibly explained:
"But I believe this also can't fool you, you are the most cautious person I have ever met."
Lumian smiled and shook his head:
"You really chose the wrong path."
Aosta did not dare to take up the topic and asked instead:
"I thought about it seriously last night, I didn't seem to mention the party when I communicated with you, I just said that I bought the main material of the magic potion, how can you be sure that it was an occult party?"
Lumian smiled deeply:
"That's what my intuition tells me."
At the same time, he couldn't help but scold:
Isn't there only two possibilities, either one-on-one trading or gathering, the probability of guessing is at least 50%, I just said it casually at the time, and I won't lose anything if I make a mistake!
Aosta's eyes became more and more fearful when he looked at Lumian.
He couldn't guess which path this dangerous guy was in sequence, the other party seemed to not only be able to fight, but also not weak spiritually, and had an almost premonitive intuition.
Lumian felt the warmth brought by the bonfire and said chatterily:
"How did you join that occult group?"
Aosta showed a reminiscing expression:
"Everyone came to Trier with hope, those painters dreamed of having their works selected for the exhibition of living artists, but most of them were unsuccessful candidates, and every year someone could not stand this blow and went crazy or committed suicide.
"Poor writers living in cheap apartments want to repeat the myths of fame of bestsellers such as Aurore and Meniere, but in the end they can only sell their works to those small newspapers, and have to endure bad reviews such as 'vulgar', 'inferior', and 'repetitive'.
"More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from the province of Sidilis, with the desire to get rich, I slept in the kind of attic that leaked when it rained, climbed over scaffolding, entered factories, smuggled underground books, worked as a soda vendor, although I was lucky, and I saved some money, but I became more and more clear every year that I could never become rich, I could never own my own house, I could not leisurely read the newspaper at home and have breakfast, and waited until it was almost time to go out to work.
"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Channeling" and "Upanishads", and I thought that I could gain powerful extraordinary power overnight and completely change my destiny.
"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in a club suddenly approached me and asked me if I wanted to attend a party involving truly extraordinary powers.
Lumian listened very quietly, without interrupting Aosta's narration.
When the other party stopped, he asked:
"Is that friend of yours the organizer of the party?"
"No." Aosta shook his head, "The organizer calls himself 'Mr. K', and he wears a big hood every time, covering almost his entire face."
"Mr. K......" Lumian remembered this code name and thought for a moment, "What abilities has he shown?"
Aosta shook his head again:
"I haven't seen it.
"However, after I become a 'secret prayer person', when I meet him again, I will have a feeling of facing the shadows and facing the darkness deep underground, I think, he should be very strong."
It sounds very strong, but I don't know who is more powerful than the priest and Mrs. Puaris...... Lumian muttered to himself silently in his heart, and asked curiously:
"Do you have any special feelings when facing me?"
Aosta "uh" and decided to tell the truth:
"No, but you have a dangerous temperament that scares me more than Baron Brignel."
Lumian looked down at his left chest and said with a smile:
"It's good."
Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party was trying to say.
Lumian didn't continue the topic and asked instead:
"Have you ever heard of the ghost of Monsouri?"
"I know." As a fake wizard who makes a living by defrauding money, Aosta has mastered many stories involving the underground Trier, "Legend has it that in this dark and vast space underground, there is an evil spirit constantly wandering, it always walks alone, it seems that it will never reach its destination, and whoever encounters this ghost will either lose his life on the spot, or die mysteriously along with his immediate family back then.
"So far, everyone who claims to have encountered the ghost of Montsouri has gone crazy and died within a year.
It feels a bit real...... Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta:
"I'll come to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."
"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be bad for him now, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to be able to send this dangerous guy away.
It is impossible for normal humans to get used to being with tigers!
On the way back to the surface, Lumian passed by the entrance of the catacombs with a calcium carbide lamp, and once again saw the arch carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols.
He glanced at "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!" With these words, Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate that separated the inside and outside.
At this moment, a figure turned out from behind the boulder arch and shouted in a deep voice:
"Stop!"
The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, and he was an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles.
His pale yellow eyes were slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lumian.
"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked ignorant and simple like a foreigner.
The old man looked at him twice:
"You have to go up there to buy a ticket first, and then bring a white candle over."
"I have a friend buried in it, do I still need to buy a ticket to pay tribute to him?" Lumian made a friend on the spot.
The old man said suspiciously:
"You won't be a college student in Memorial Parish, will you?
"Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of lies and sneak into the tomb, singing, dancing, and holding banquets in the ossuary!
"Go in, remember to bring a lit white candle like those guys, that's my only request!"
Lumian used to worry that if he could be admitted to college, his style would be too different from that of his classmates, but now it seems that this is completely unnecessary worry.
Those students are even crazier than him!
"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll come back next time with white candles."
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
Lumian turned and walked along the repaired path towards the stairs leading to the ground.
More than a hundred meters later, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a black shadow.
The black shadow hunched his back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.
Lumian looked at it at a glance, and there was a feeling that it was not a physical entity, almost illusory.
Subconsciously, Lumian raised the calcium carbide lamp and let the yellowed light in the blue shine through.
The dark shadow was gone, as if it had never appeared.
Lumian quickly looked around and found nothing.
"Hallucination, or ghost underground?" Lumian had just made a guess, and Huo Ran had doubts, "Could it be the ghost of Monsuri, I met the ghost of Monsuri?"
His pupils dilated and his expression became extremely solemn.
A few seconds later, Lumian laughed, laughing so hard that he almost couldn't straighten his waist, and almost shed tears with laughter:
"Haha, come on, just come! I want to see how you let me die all my immediate family members, and how I also die mysteriously!"
ps: Ask for a double monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)