The flame of the orange-yellow candle symbolizing the object of prayer swayed, as if blown by an invisible wind, and other than that, it neither turned blue nor dyed with any other color, ordinary, no different from before.
Vaguely, Lumian felt some strange throbbing in his soul, as if he heard a cry from afar that pointed directly to the spiritual body.
He couldn't respond for the time being, so he continued to recite the following spells:
"I pray to you;
"I pray that you will give me the 'potion of prophecy'......"
In this ritual magic, words such as "help to make" cannot be used, it must be "gift" or "give".
One by one, the Hermitic words were spit out, and Lumian's spirit seemed to be shaken, creating ripples that brought a feeling of both elevation and dizziness.
He took two steps forward, swept his eyes over the monster meat, lizard eyes, and ash herbs, picked up the imitation parchment paper covered with mysterious symbols, and brought it to the orange candle that represented the object of the prayer.
When the imitation parchment was ignited and placed in the natural depression of the stone that served as the altar, Lumian took tulip powder and other materials in turn and sprinkled them into the fire.
The strange fragrance mixed in quickly filled the "spiritual wall", and Lumian seemed to have some hallucinations in front of his eyes.
He saw various mysterious symbols originally drawn on imitation parchment, which prominently appeared in the void, constantly moving, constantly reorganizing, constantly changing the state of the whole.
Lumian stepped back again, looked at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermes:
"Tulip, a herb of fate, please pass on the power to me!
「……」
As Lumian dropped the last word, the ripples in his spirit overlapped, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candlelight as long as he stretched out his palm.
At the same time, there was a slight burning in his chest, a faint buzzing sound in his ears, and his head was dizzy as if he had been lifted up and thrown seventeen or eighteen times.
Following the spiritual guidance, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed it to the candle in the air.
His eyes darkened, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the fire.
The candle suddenly expanded, illuminating the entire altar as bright and illusory.
The various "prophecy potion" materials placed together "came to life", wriggling and gathering together, the blood rolled, and the shadows flowed, extremely evil.
Lumian struggled to maintain a steady supply of spirits, seeing those physical materials blur one after another, turning into phantoms, completing the reorganization in this way.
The dark red phantom dyed with a hint of silver black highlighted the reality, condensing into a faint and dark liquid.
The inside of this liquid was constantly bubbling, and each bubble exploded, and a silver-black shimmer burst out, swimming like a snake.
Lumian took two steps, picked up a metal vial placed on the altar, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to the bottom of the liquid.
The dark liquid quickly condensed inward and flowed into the bottle, almost filling up.
After putting down the bottle of "Prophecy Potion", Lumian adjusted his mental state.
While calming the ripples of his spirit, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.
"If it weren't for the thorn symbol being stimulated to a certain extent and elevating my personality, I would have failed just now, and I wouldn't have been able to respond at all...... I can complete similar ritual magic for up to two ...... in a row," Lumian's surging thoughts gradually settled.
The five ritual magics must be at least sequence 7 in terms of the requirements of the prayer object, and even must be a "contracted person".
Correspondingly, his spirituality cannot support much.
After finishing the ceremony and tidying up the altar, Lumian lifted the "spiritual wall", walked to the gray and white cloth bag, and dragged the body inside.
He kindly pulled the other person's head back in place and opened his mouth.
With a little blue calcium carbide light, Lumian took out the "Prophecy Potion", unscrewed the lid, and poured all the dark liquid into the corpse's mouth.
They did not immediately penetrate down the pipes, like real stagnant water, where they remained.
Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind blowing through the hollow of this quarry had become much colder, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp became more and more blue.
Almost at the same time, he heard a grunting sound and saw the corpse's throat wriggle, swallowing all the "prophecy potions".
In the next second, the naked corpse sat up, surrounded by abnormal darkness that was difficult to illuminate by light.
On his pale and haggard face, his eyes opened suddenly, and his originally brown eyes were no longer colorless, as transparent as crystal.
In the depths of the transparent eyes, there seemed to be rich color blocks layered on top of each other, pure and high-hanging light, countless almost invisible figures, and flickering mercury waves......
Enduring the cold that pierced into the bone marrow, Lumian calmed down and asked:
"Guillaume Guillaume, a former parish priest from the village of Cordou, in the Dalliege region, in the province of Leston, Republic of Intis. Bennet, where will you appear in a month?"
During this time, Lumian deliberated on three questions to ask.
There are four main rules for the problem:
First, it must be related to the future situation, and you cannot ask where so-and-so is now or what he has done in the past;
second, the description must be accurate enough, otherwise there will be a situation where the answer is wrong, just like Guillaume. The name Bennet, there are many other places in Intis, there are a large number of duplicate names, not limited to where it comes from to the village level, the corpse is likely to tell you another Guillaume. Bene's future fate.
third, no matter which country the body is in front of and whether it can correspond to the language, he will answer in the language that describes the problem.
Fourth, a question can only contain one element that needs to be answered, and cannot be asked in the form of "when and where".
The corpse's pale face was stained with a little shade of green, and he opened his mouth and said in Intis:
"Trier Red Princess District."
This voice was ethereal and erratic, as if it came from another world, completely different from the voice of the deceased during his lifetime.
Can you only narrow the scope to the Red Princess District? Lumian frowned slightly.
He could actually understand, because this was not a "prophecy potion" prayed to those hidden beings, and the "maker" was essentially just a "dervishes", so the effect would naturally not be very good.
Lumian asks a second question:
"I and Louis, who used to be an administrative butler in the village of Cordou, in the Dalliege region of Leston Province, Republic of Intis. Where will Lund reunite?"
He didn't mention Mrs. Puaris, because he didn't know what her relationship with the "Lady of the Night" was, and he was worried that the prophecy would fail because his status was too high.
The corpse's eyes looked forward transparently and absent-mindedly, and he replied again in that illusory and erratic voice:
"Trier Honest Market District Market Avenue."
Market Avenue? In this way, Louis. Lund didn't pass by there by chance...... Lumian thought with great joy.
While pondering, he found that the various strange scenes reflected in the transparent eyes of the corpse were gradually fading, and quickly asked the third question:
"Next Friday from 11 to 12 p.m., where will Mr. Eff, the owner of the 'Golden Rooster Hotel' in the Honest Market Area of Trier, be there?"
Before, Lumian had seen Mr. Eve go underground during this time period, so he wanted to ask about the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.
Considering that Mr. Eve had just been "robbed" and had been to the General Police Station, he might not dare to go underground again in a short period of time, Lumian set the time for the same day and moment next week.
The corpse quickly replied:
"Trier Honest Market Area Old Pigeon Cage Theatre."
After saying that, the corpse fell down with a snap, closed its eyes again, and its body exuded a smell of decay from many days of death.
Go to the Old Pigeon Cage Theater again...... Lumian stuffed the body back into the cloth bag, intending to bury it deeper underground.
…………
In front of an off-white three-story building.
A bearded homeless man was blocked by two male servants next to the pilasters.
"I, I'll leave now." He said tremblingly.
At this time, the man dressed as the housekeeper came over, looking surprised:
"Master, is it you? Master!"
"What?" The homeless man was very dazed.
The butler was very excited:
"Have you forgotten? You are the master here, we are all your servants, you suffered a head injury before, forgot a lot of things, and suddenly ran away from home one day.
"It's been months, and I finally found you! You still remember here, you're back again!"
"I'm not, I'm not ......" The homeless man remembers his past clearly.
But the housekeeper and the two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all, and "hugd" him and took him to the building.
"Madam, madam, the master is back!" The housekeeper shouted excitedly.
Not long after, the homeless man saw an elegant and beautiful lady.
The lady was wearing a light green dress, and there was a mature charm between her eyebrows and eyes.
She cried with joy and threw herself into the arms of the homeless man:
"You're finally back, you're finally back!"
Smelling the sweetness of perfume with a hint of milkiness, feeling the soft body of the bumpy body, the words of the homeless man trying to argue that he was not the other person's husband rushed to his mouth and were swallowed back.
He was taken to take a shower in a daze and confused, and was taken to the restaurant where he saw a sumptuous dinner under the crystal chandelier:
A dozen oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed prunes, a plate of oiled pudding, a salad, a bottle of white Danxia wine......
At the same time, the homeless man also saw the oil paintings hanging in the restaurant.
One of them is a portrait, which is very similar to himself.
Is it really me? But I remember everything I went through...... Another person who looks similar to me? The homeless man became more and more confused.
After eating and drinking, he was taken to the bedroom, and after a while, the beautiful and elegant lady walked in in a silk nightdress.
She said with watery eyes:
"Do you remember my enthusiasm?"
The homeless man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he greeted it uncontrollably.
The two hugged each other and fell on the bed, full of passion.
At this moment, the homeless man began to "believe" that he was really the owner of the house, with a beautiful wife, a professional housekeeper, and numerous servants.
Even if the original owner comes back, he will make the other party fake!
…………
Lumian returned to the ground, carried the extinguished calcium carbide lamp, and walked into the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
As soon as Mrs. Firth at the front desk saw him, she immediately stood up:
"Ciel, Mr. Shire, Baron Brignel asked you to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find him after dinner."
Baron Brignel looking for me? Is there something wrong? Lumian nodded.
(End of this chapter)