Chapter 127 Self-Protection Method (Ask for a double monthly pass)
After walking around the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden as planned, Lumian returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" on the chaotic street, went directly to the third floor, and came to room 10 where the madman lived.
Bang! Bang! Bang! He knocked on the door.
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" The whispers in the room suddenly became sharp.
"I'm going to die too!" Lumian scolded expressionlessly.
The madman seemed to be frightened by his momentum and fell silent, but did not respond.
Lumian didn't knock on the door again, took out a small piece of wire he was carrying, drilled into the keyhole, and pounded it a few times.
With a click, the stained brown wooden door opened backwards "on its own".
Lumian immediately saw the madman, still wearing the linen shirt and yellow trousers, kneeling on the ground, his dense black beard almost covering his eyes.
Lumian walked in, closed the door casually, then squatted in front of the madman, and said in a low voice:
"I also encountered the ghost of Monsouri."
The madman trembled obviously, and only the frightened blue eyes showed some signs of thawing.
After a few seconds, he took a breath and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you sure it's a ghost of Monsouri?"
Entering the occasional sober state that Charlie said? Lumian smiled and said:
"I don't know, so I'll check with you.
"What does the Monsouri ghost you encounter look like?"
The madman replied tremblingly:
"A dark shadow, like a lonely old man, with a hunched back and walking very slowly.
"After I noticed it, it disappeared into the darkness, and I didn't know it was a Montsouri ghost at first, until my parents, my wife, and my children died one after another......"
It really resembles the one I met...... Lumian frowned, suspecting that he had indeed encountered the ghost of Monsouri.
He thought for a moment and said:
"How did your family die? Have you been attacked yourself?"
The madman shook his head quickly:
"I, except for the fact that I often feel that something is watching me in the dark, has nothing else, otherwise, I would not have been able to live until now.
"My child was seriously ill and died in the hospital, and as soon as we let him be purified and buried in the catacombs, my wife, my wife, collapsed and hanged herself in the room.
"Only then did I remember the legend of the ghost of Monsouri and took my parents to the church and asked the priest there to protect us.
"The church took it very seriously and sent three clergy to live in my house, and during that time, nothing happened, and I thought the nightmare was over.
"After the New Year, those clergy evacuated, and not long after, my father strangled my mother and ended his life with a kitchen knife at home......
The madman's blue eyes revealed unconcealable pain, and the whole person felt to Lumian like a spring that had reached its limit, which could break at any time.
"Didn't you say that the ghost of Monsuri would kill anyone who met him back then? This is a new year." Lumian was keenly aware that there was a big difference between the madman's story and the legend.
The madman shook his head:
"I don't know why this happened, I thought the nightmare was over, otherwise the three clergy wouldn't have left......"
A curse with no end time, unless all targets die? Lumian has a new speculation about the legend of Monsouri's ghost.
He stood up and said to the madman:
"I should have encountered a ghost of Montsouri as well, let's see which of us can live longer.
"If I find a way to solve this curse, you can pay me to help you."
"Way, way......" The madman curled the corners of his mouth and repeated Lumian's words crying and laughing.
He immediately raised his hands and grabbed his hair:
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian wanted to ask what the madman's name was, so as not to be able to engrave his name when he was sent to the cemetery or catacombs later, so he could only shake his head, turn around and open the door, and walk out of room 310.
Back in 207, Lumian sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking about how to deal with the curse caused by the ghost of Monsouri.
Although theoretically the curse may not take effect until the end of the year, there is no need to worry for a while, but Lumian cannot pin his hopes on the procrastination of the ghost of Monsouri.
Moreover, he has no immediate family members, and the first person to die from the curse is likely to be himself, which may happen in the second half of the year, maybe next week, or even tonight.
"Speaking of which, that guy may still be alive, if the ghost of Montsouri can help me kill him, I have to say thank you......" As the thought turned, Lumian suddenly laughed at himself.
He told Ryan and others in the dream that he had forgotten what his original name was, and that he was lying to them, but he simply didn't want to mention it or recall it again.
His family situation was pretty good when he was young, but the man he called father was a playboy and later a gambler.
His mother was so angry that he died of illness, and his grandfather was bankrupt and took him to live in the slums, where he passed away within a few years.
Therefore, after being adopted by Aurore, he took the initiative to ask if he could follow her surname and change to a new name.
Lumian didn't know whether the guy who had simply contributed bodily fluids was dead or alive now, if he was dead, it would undoubtedly be a good thing, if not, he hoped that the ghost of Monsuri would do more.
As for himself, Lumian didn't dare to rely on the evil god pollution in his body, and the seal of the great existence on his body thought that the ghost of Monsuri would not do anything to him.
As long as you don't attach yourself to him, the other party can do anything!
According to Ms. "The Magician", Lumian believes that many extraordinary people and monsters can easily kill themselves, but they have to deal with the pollution that escapes afterwards.
"I'm not sure if this is a curse...... But I can't just sit and wait for death, something must be done...... Well, Aurore used to say that for weak people or minors, the strongest ability is to 'find parents'......" Thinking of this, Lumian's eyes lit up, he stood up, walked to the table, and took out paper and pen.
He plans to report the progress of the mission to Ms. "The Magician" now, and by the way, he mentioned that he had encountered the ghost of Monsouri and didn't know if he was cursed, how to solve this problem.
Although the lady codenamed "Magician" is not his parent, as far as the current situation is concerned, she can definitely be called his boss, and it is reasonable to ask her boss for help when she encounters difficulties!
Lumian thought about it for a moment and wrote:
"Dear Madam 'Magician',
"I have obtained Aosta. Trul's trust and asked him to introduce me to the occult party convened by Mr. K......
"On the way back from the catacombs, I had the misfortune of encountering the legendary ghost of Monsouri, which, of course, I can't be sure.
"The specific legend is like this......
"I wonder if I have been cursed by the ghost of Montsouri or some other influence, and how should I deal with it?"
At the end of the writing, Lumian deliberately dropped the code name "Seven of Wands" to remind the other party not to forget that he belonged to the peripheral members of their mysterious organization.
——This is what Lumian guessed through the lady using the tarot card "Magician" as her code name, and he got the tarot card "Seven of Wands".
He suspected that the "magician" lady probably belonged to a secret organization symbolized by tarot cards and believed in that great being, among which the Major Arcana cards were official members, each of whom was extremely powerful, and the Minor Arcana cards were peripheral members, taking on different tasks.
After folding the letters, Lumian carefully cleaned the room, crushed all the bed bugs that crawled next door, and threw them into the trash can in the bathroom.
After doing these things, he lit a candle and created a "spiritual wall" to summon the messenger of the "magician" lady in his own name.
Not long after, the candlelight was dyed with a dark blue color.
And this time, the messenger with high forearms, shaped like a doll, and wearing a small light gold skirt appeared directly at the top of the flame, floating there.
Its pale blue eyes without focus and brilliance looked around, and nodded lightly:
"It's much better than last time."
This sound is ethereal and illusory, unlike humans can emit.
"Actually, I don't like those bed bugs either." Lumian took advantage of the situation to say something.
The doll messenger showed a slight smile:
"Really? No creature would like those bugs!"
Lumian could see that its attitude was quite satisfactory, as if it was because "both sides" hated the same thing.
After saying that, the doll messenger stretched out his pale palm without skin texture, causing the letter to float up and float upwards.
Lumian followed the trajectory and happened to see the "doll" holding the letter shattered and disappeared like bubbles.
He sighed sincerely:
"It's convenient to have a messenger......"
After concluding the ceremony and clearing the wooden table, Lumian sat back on the edge of the bed, waiting for the messenger to bring feedback.
Time passed minute by minute, the night outside was getting darker and darker, and there were bursts of singing from the speakeasy, but Lumian never waited for a reply from Ms. "Magician".
This made him frown:
"Ms. 'Magician' is busy with other things and doesn't have time to read my letter for the time being?
"I can't wait like this all the time, I have to think of another way to protect myself......
"Neither the 'Hunter' nor the 'Provocateur' have the ability to deal with curses, if they are really curses......
"'Dancer' is not good either, unless after dancing the ritual dance, you really pray to that hidden being, but what is the difference between this and suicide?
"Uh, I can't pray to that hidden being, I can find that great being!
"I have His seal on me, and I have received His permission to steal the 'gift', and I am not afraid to pray to Him again!
"Well, I pray that He will help me remove the curse from my body."
Lumian thought of it and did it, and quickly arranged the altar again.
Because Ms. "Magician" did not specifically mention the material of the realm of the great being, Lumian believed that nothing should affect the final result, as long as it did not involve other gods.
He still placed orange-yellow candles made of citrus and lavender, two representing the gods and one representing himself.
After completing the preparatory preparations, Lumian took a step back, looked at the three yellowish candles, and recited in Hermes:
"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious lord above the gray mist, the yellow and black king who is in charge of good luck......"
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(End of this chapter)