Lumian was in no hurry to hold the ceremony now, one was busy all day, his own condition was not so good, he needed to rest or wait until six o'clock in the morning to reset his state, and the other was that the ceremony involved two hidden beings and pollution that could circulate a village.
Therefore, Lumian planned to go underground after dawn and find a quarry hollow located deep in the depths as a place for rituals.
As for the materials, the ones he used in the village of Kordu were all brought.
The night in the chaotic street was always not quiet enough, but Lumian slept well, hardly dreaming, and in the early morning, he heard the church bell ringing.
He slowly got up, washed up, and went to a café on White Coat Street to have plum pie, savarium muffins, and au lait coffee with plenty of milk for breakfast.
Food always makes people feel happy, and the "Golden Rooster Hotel" is no longer controlled by the Stinger Gang, and Lumian's state is gradually adjusted to the best.
So, he returned to room 207, intending to bring the corresponding materials and calcium carbide lamps to the trier underground.
As soon as Lumian finished his preparations, he heard a gentle knock on the door before he could go out.
He opened the door with a slight confusion and found Anthony standing outside in military green clothes and strapless leather boots. Rhet.
The intelligence dealer in his forties touched his short yellow hair and said to Lumian:
"I gained something."
The priest of the parish, or Madame Pualis and her men? Lumian turned his body sideways and let Anthony. Rhett walked into the room.
Anthony looked around, and Lumian's figure was reflected in his dark brown eyes.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that familiar, slight unease.
He controlled himself from thinking about it, and asked:
"What gain?"
Anthony. Red nodded lightly and said:
"Someone has encountered a suspected Louis on Market Avenue. Lund's people are the butlers of Madame Pualis you mentioned."
Right on Market Avenue? Lumian was suddenly excited.
Luis and I. Lund, and Mrs. Pualis are so close?
"Are you sure?" He asked quite quickly.
Anthony. Red shook his head:
"I'm not sure, I'm just here to tell you that I haven't forgotten you, and when I'm sure, it's really Louis. Lund will ask you for the final payment again."
"My money can't wait to leave me." Lumian didn't hide his eagerness at all.
Send Anthony away. After Red, his belief in obtaining the gift of "dervishe" became even stronger.
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The calcium carbide lamp was dyed with a slight blue light, pushing away the surrounding darkness, allowing the streets sandwiched between the stone pillars to appear in front of Lumian's eyes.
The slightly cold wind blew from nowhere, and there were faint traces of wetness on the stone wall above.
Lumian traveled through these tunnels corresponding to the streets and alleys on the ground, finding the entrance to the depths.
Relying on the hunter's ability to remember the environment, he kept walking underground and finally arrived at a quarry hollow the size of two or three "Golden Rooster Hotels".
There are some white mushrooms growing in the crevices of the stones here, sparsely pulled, and there are not many of them.
According to Charlie, many people in the streets and surrounding areas are looking for similar cavities to grow mushrooms underground to fill their homes and increase ingredients.
Lumian circled the hollow twice and carefully examined it.
After confirming that there was no problem, he found a half-meter-high stone and placed a musk candle fused with his own blood on it, while the other one was placed closer to him.
After cleaning up the environment, Lumian lit the two gray and white candles in the order of first going up and then going down first and then God before people, rubbing the two gray and white candles in a spiritual way.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger and quickly sanctified it, creating a "spiritual wall".
Unlike the last time he prayed for the power of the "dancer", after Lumian completed these things, his spirit was still abundant, and he easily entered the more ethereal state where rituals could be held, without the help of incense.
He exhaled slowly, picked up the gray amber perfume on the "altar", and dripped it into the candle representing the gods.
In Zi's voice, the elegant and sweet fragrance came to the tip of his nose, making him more and more calm.
The gray amber perfume was followed by tulip powder, and when the strange fragrance filled the "spiritual wall", Lumian took two steps back, looked at the burning candle, and shouted in a low voice and ancient Hermis:
"The power of fate!"
The sound of the wind rose, and the orange candle representing the gods was blown swayingly, leaving only a small one, which seemed to be extinguished at any time.
In the dimmed light, Lumian's left chest became hot, and his head felt dizzy.
He heard the familiar mysterious voice that seemed to come from infinity and close to him again, but it was not clear enough, and he had not yet been swallowed up by pain.
Lumian continued to recite the following mantras in the ancient Hermes:
"You are the past, the present, and the future;
"You are the cause, the result, and the process."
Inside the "Spiritual Wall", all the invisible winds were dyed black, and a faint gray mist filled the surroundings.
Those stones, those bottles, seemed to have turned into flexible objects, twisted one after another.
Silently, the candle representing the gods expanded, the size of a fist, silver white and black.
On the surface of Lumian's skin, on top of those stones, particles emerged one after another, wriggling and extending, and could drill out at any time.
His ears were completely filled with the terrifying sound, and he could no longer notice any other movement, and his head was so dizzy that he was about to vomit.
His thoughts were sometimes divergent and sometimes confused, and he barely finished reciting the subsequent mantras.
As soon as Lumian finished speaking, the silver-white and black candle instantly condensed into a pillar of light and fell to his left chest.
A lot of silver-black illusory liquid flowed out of it quickly, and it wrapped Lumian's body like its own life and will.
Lumian was already prepared, waiting for the pain like needles all over his body in the uncontrollable irritability, the clear murmur of sawing his head, and the burning sensation that erupted from his body.
He fell, curled up, and entered a state of hard patience.
The only thing he can do is to struggle to maintain the "boat" that represents his own reason in the "waves" caused by this storm.
During this process, he wanted to let go of himself several times, let his inner evil thoughts take over, and merge with the pain, and no longer suffer such torture, but the elegant and sweet fragrance always lingered on the tip of his nose, causing his violence and irritability to rise again and again.
In the end, Lumian even had a feeling that his body and brain no longer existed, and he only had a bit of a rational spirit.
The pain began to subside, the murmur gradually subsided, and he knew he had survived.
Lumi lay quietly on the cold ground, unwilling to move for a long time.
After a few dozen seconds, he barely regained a little energy, quickly ended the ceremony, and cleaned up the altar to avoid any accidents.
After dealing with these things, Lumian sat down on the stone that had just served as an altar and carefully examined his own changes.
Soon, he said to himself silently:
"My tolerance for various extreme environments has become a little stronger......
"Hehe, the advantage of this is that you don't have to buy winter and summer clothes?"
In addition to this, Lumian also found himself with another intuition.
That's an intuition about fortune!
Now he can roughly sense what fortunes others have recently, such as good luck, bad luck, blood disasters, peach blossom luck, etc., but he can't see the specific situation.
In other words, Lumian can find that others are in a state of bad luck, but he can't know how bad luck he will be and how long he will be unlucky.
"As expected of a monk who sacrifices the power of fate...... Lumian couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he could completely replace Aosta. Trul went to tell someone else's fortune.
Although he didn't understand divination at all, when he could see the rough fortune, didn't he let the corresponding words be made up?
In addition, Lumian had a lot of sacrificial knowledge and five ritual magics in his mind.
The former compensates for many of his shortcomings in the field of occultism, while the latter enhances his occult methods.
The five ritual magics are "animal making", "prophecy", "transport", "substitution" and "exorcism".
As long as you master the spell set in advance, or wait until the ritual effect is over, you can turn back into a human body, and when you become an animal, you are basically unable to speak, and you cannot use most of your extraordinary abilities.
The whole process of "Prophecy" is completely different from what Lumian imagined, its whole process is to collect materials such as the snake's venom sac and the stones in the eagle's nest, use ritual magic to create a strange potion, and then find a corpse that has been dead for less than seven days, has not been burned into ashes or purified, and pours the potion into his mouth.
The "Transfer Technique" is to use ritual magic to create an item related to one's own bad luck, and then send that item out, with the help of others to open, eat, step on, and wear the item, transfer the bad luck to him, and achieve his own transfer.
The "Alternative Technique" is more complex, and Lumian suspects that this is some kind of reflection of the "Life Hunter" ability in the lower sequence, just like he is trying to escape from Suzanne. Matisse's threat is to first find a homeless man to live in the name of the Charles, during which he must live in room 207, use the money of Lumi's security department, and get the approval of Charlie and other acquaintances to establish enough occult connections before holding a ceremony to complete the replacement.
When the ceremony was over, Suzanne. Matisse then took revenge on the homeless man, not Lumian.
Of course, using the "Alternative Technique" at the level of sequence 8, Lumian is not sure if he can hide it from Susanna, who is close to the demigod. Matisse, he even suspected that the ritual magic would fail directly.
(End of this chapter)