As the three-stage honorific name was pronounced, a faint gray mist appeared around Lumian, filled with an unsettling feeling.
The orange candlelight was then dyed with a bluish color, illuminating the entire altar in a gloomy and secluded place.
At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to become dull, only to feel the flesh and blood under his skin itching for a while, as if something was about to come out.
Faintly, the gaze from infinite heights appeared again.
Lumi calmed down and continued her prayers.
According to the "magician" lady's narration, combined with the knowledge related to sacrifice in Auror's witchcraft notes, he recited in Hermes:
"I pray to you;
"I pray that you will remove the curse from me......"
Frankly speaking, Lumian would have liked to directly ask the great being to protect him from any harm for a year, but this was obviously impossible, and he had not yet mastered the relevant Hermes words to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Monsuri, so he could only refer to the curse on his body more vaguely.
At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs within the altar.
In the next second, his vision became blurred, and it seemed that an angel with twelve pairs of light wings appeared in front of him.
The angel descended from above, opened his arms, and took Lumian into his arms.
The pair of wings condensed by light then closed and wrapped layer by layer.
Lumian suddenly woke up and saw that the blue candle had returned to orange at some point.
Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have had a dream and couldn't help but say to himself silently:
"I just saw an angel? That great being let the angel beside him bless me and help me remove the curse?"
Before today, Lumian had only heard about angels in the sermons of the "Eternal Sun" church, but he did not expect that one day he would be embraced by angels.
According to Ms. "Magician", this is at least a high-ranking being in Sequence 2, even if it is only a little power descending from the sky, it is also an angelic power...... Lumian became more and more in awe of the mysterious organization codenamed Tarot cards, the great being who sealed the pollution in his body.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of half of his heart:
If the ghost of Monsouri is really a curse, then there should be no problem now, a ghost that can only wander under Trier and does not dare to touch the protection of the clergy of the "Eternal Sun" Church, what is compared to an angel?
Of course, Lumian still had half of his heart hanging, because he was praying for the elimination of the curse, what if the ghost of Monsuri didn't kill people by curse?
He waited until midnight, but still did not receive a reply from the "magician".
He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed, closing his eyes and recuperating.
Not sleeping all night is not a problem for him at all, waiting until six o'clock in the morning, his body and spirit will reset at the same time.
This is a curse and a gift.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that the various noises in the chaotic streets subsided, and Lumian heard the faint chirping of insects in the distance and the sound of whistles in the distance.
Suddenly, he felt heavy and breathing began to be difficult, as if he had been completely wrapped in a quilt and pressed inside.
Not good! Lumian struggled to get up, probably only two arms moved.
He can't even open his eyes!
Even the arm seemed to be held down, and it was difficult to lift a few centimeters.
In the next second, Lumian's body became cold, and the tip of his nose felt wet, as if he had been put in a sack and sank into the depths of the river.
His breathing stopped, his chest was stuffy and painful, and his thoughts slowed down.
Lumian, who tried his best to resist to no avail, had a thought flashed through his mind, that is, to enter a meditative state, stimulating the black thorn symbol on his chest.
After a moment, he gave up on the idea again.
This is likely to make him lose control, and secondly, the ghost of Monsouri has nothing to do with the hidden existence in the name of fate, and may not be deterred by the black thorn symbol.
Unless there was no other choice, and there was only one step left before death, Lumian would not try this seemingly useless and life-threatening method.
His lips and nose became cold, as if they were forcibly held down by an invisible hand.
Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all, and his lungs were about to explode.
Words such as "hunter", "provocateur", "dancer", "pollution", "seal", and "fallen mercury" flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, constantly combining into ideas and scattering.
"Fallen Mercury" ...... "Fallen Mercury!" Finally, Lumian had an idea, struggling to get his gloved left palm to the side.
He had just placed the evil dagger in the most convenient position to grab to deal with possible accidents.
A few seconds later, Lumian, who was trying to breathe with his mouth wide open, touched the hilt of the "Fallen Mercury" knife and lifted the silver-black short knife.
At this time, the "Fallen Mercury" was not wrapped in black strips, and the patterns on it were layered, making people dizzy.
Lumian used all his strength, lifted his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed the "Fallen Mercury" above his body.
There is nothing there, let alone blood, not even scratches can be made!
Lumian didn't hesitate at all, gritted his teeth, and followed the force of the downward pressure, so that his arm bent towards his body.
With a pop, he inserted the "Fallen Mercury" into his left waist.
The red blood overflowed, staining the blade of the "Fallen Mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of "being burned by flames" entered Lumian's body.
The pain stimulated Lumian's hypoxic brain to wake up a lot, and the darkness in front of his eyes revealed the mysterious river composed of countless mercury complex symbols.
This represents his own destiny.
Regardless of careful selection, Lumian set his sights on the lower reaches of the illusory long river, towards a river that was about to swallow other tributaries.
Immediately afterwards, he infused his spirituality with "Fallen Mercury", allowing it to pry the corresponding mercury-colored complex symbols formed by the river's self-entanglement.
In the next second, Lumian saw himself lying on the bed, his face purple, almost dying.
The mercury symbols contracted violently, solidifying into a drop of water and seeping into the blade of the "Fallen Mercury".
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that his whole body had become relaxed, and there was no longer a feeling of drowning and suffocation, while being surrounded by pain again, he hummed uncontrollably.
Clusters of flames appeared on his body, and his skin was scorched inch by inch.
He had just exchanged the "Suffering of Flame Scorching" stored in "Fallen Mercury" for his fate of being attacked by the ghost of Monsouri, and successfully got rid of the state of being a little powerless even to struggle, and was no longer attacked!
"Fallen Mercury" can stab both others and Lumian himself, swapping out part of his unwanted fate!
He was ignited as a result, and once again felt the pain of fighting the flame monster.
Lumian, who had been prepared, turned over and rolled under the bed.
In the plopping movement, he rolled back and forth, extinguishing the flames on his body.
After a while, I don't know if Lumian's strategy had an effect, or whether the flames brought by the exchange of fate burned to the end on their own, or both, he was no longer wrapped in crimson flames.
But his clothes were burned to tatters, his body surface was covered with large and blackened marks, his nose was shaky and about to fall off, and his hair smelled of mush, much less.
For normal people, this is an injury that does not even need to be rescued and can wait for death, and the same is true for most low-sequence extraordinary people.
Lumian tried hard to keep his eyes open, gathering his spirit and not letting himself faint.
As time passed, he felt that his life force was passing by rapidly.
He struggled to hold on, relying on the breath in his chest that he couldn't swallow it.
I don't know how long it took, but Lumian's ears finally rang a bell that was extremely beautiful to him.
Pawn! Pawn! Pawn!
The bell representing six o'clock in the morning represented Trier time echoed through the streets and surrounding areas, and wisps of morning light appeared in the sky.
Lumian suddenly became sober and no longer felt painful.
His physical and mental state has completed the reset!
Shout...... Lumian exhaled, turned over and stood up, looked in front of him, and saw that the linen shirt and dark trousers he wore last night had been burned to a few rags, and his skin condition had completely returned to normal.
He couldn't help but sigh when he was already in a financial crisis:
I have to mend a set of clothes, which is another expense!
But no matter what, he managed to get rid of the first attack of the ghost of Monsouri, which may be unique in related legends.
"It doesn't seem to be a curse...... Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom to wash his face with tap water.
He then looked into the mirror and noticed that some of his hair had become shorter, and some had lost the gold stain on the surface.
These external things cannot be reset.
After washing up, Lumian returned to 207 and was shocked to see an extra letter in the room.
The paper folded into squares was lying quietly on the wooden table.
Lumian muttered silently uncontrollably:
"Isn't it too early to reply to this point?
"I didn't sleep last night, I just got home?"
Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and opened the reply of the "magician".
The words on the letter were scrawled and messy, and it was only vaguely visible that they belonged to the lady:
"Well done, then contact Mr. K more and show his irrational and fanatical side until he preaches to you and invites you to join the organization he belongs to.
"The ghost of Monsouri is not a curse, for you now, there are three solutions:
"One, die in front of it, rely on the pollution in your body to kill it, and avenge those who died.
"Second, use your short knife to exchange the fate of 'encountering the ghost of Monsuri', haven't you ever thought that the short knife can also be used against yourself?
"Three, live in a church and stop going out."
ps: Ask for a double monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)