Lumian had always thought that the other self in the dream represented his own dark side, an alienated personality caused by the pollution of fate.
But now it seems that there is more to it.
There is no problem with the interpretation of the essence of "him", but "he" and the owl have been hiding in the wizard's tomb, does the sneaky behavior also have corresponding symbols?
Represent the manipulator behind the scenes, represent the owner of the lizard-like creature, represent the real mastermind of the great sacrifice in Kordu Village?
And now, he is hiding in the dark, trying to cooperate with Thermipolos to escape the seal?
But Termiporos' attitude towards lizard-like creatures is not like that......
Lumian was silent for several seconds, not hiding his guess, and told the "magician" lady in detail.
"Magician" listened quite seriously, thought for a while, and said:
"I originally thought that as long as you receive psychotherapy step by step and recall the forgotten things step by step, the truth about Kordu Village will appear clearly in front of your eyes, which should be no different from what I have learned.
"But after hearing you say this, I suspect that some of the symbols and metaphors presented in your dreams hide other secrets, deeper secrets."
"But no matter what, those symbols and metaphors come from the projection of my real experience in the dream, and it is impossible that I will not be able to interpret it after recovering my memory, right?" Lumian objected.
Ms. "Magician" smiled slightly:
"That's not necessarily."
Seeing that Lumian was puzzled, she explained simply:
"On the one hand, you may not have actually experienced it, but your spirituality or subconscious mind perceives dangers and anomalies, projecting them into the dream with symbolic elements.
"On the other hand, you have Thermibolus sealed in your body, your fate is connected to Him, and your subconscious may have discovered some abnormalities from Him."
Lumian probably understood what the "magician" lady meant, and thought for a while:
"When I receive full psychotherapy, can Ms. Susie directly arouse my subconscious mind and ask about the meaning of the different symbols?"
"This is very dangerous, and you will have to decide whether to try it based on the comprehensive opinions of the two 'psychiatrists'." The "magician" lady said thoughtfully, "This will have to wait a long time, and before that, I can help you find an extraordinary person who is good at deciphering symbolism to see if you can make a sufficiently accurate interpretation without going through your subconscious, is it necessary?"
"Okay." Lumian couldn't wait to agree.
Then, he asked with a slight concern:
"Regardless of the Thermibolos helpers who may be lurking around?"
"Magician" said calmly:
"I don't think he will risk staying around you when we are aware of this possibility, and of course, I will continue to make some observations."
She asked instead:
"Do you plan to continue the mission given to you by the 'Aurora Society'? Many people should have seen you rushing towards the 'Shadow Tree' just now, which would make Gardner. Martin suspicious.
"If you don't want to take risks, tell Mr. K about this, and he should be very pleased that you killed a 'Fallen Dryad' and ruined the plans of the 'Bliss Society', and then arrange a new mission for you.
"If you want to continue, I will ask someone to blur the memories of those who witnessed it, anyway, in that environment, it was normal not to see your specific appearance and physical characteristics clearly."
Lumian had almost no hesitation:
"I want to continue."
Gardner. Martin himself is sequence 6 or sequence 5 of the "hunter" path, and there are a large number of "hunters" around him, continue to contact him, join the organization called "Iron Blood Cross", and there is a high possibility of getting the follow-up magic medicine formula and main materials of the "arsonist".
After this incident, Lumian has a further understanding of the level of the sequence, the horror of the strong and his own level, and has an urgent desire to improve his strength, which is completely different from the state when he first arrived in Trier, where he didn't care much about anything and pursued hope in a slightly muddled state.
Only when you are strong enough can you fight against misfortune, find the truth of the disaster in the dangerous occult world, and distinguish whether various proposals using "resurrection" as bait contain malice!
The "Magician" lady nodded lightly and agreed to Lumian's request.
Because of the topic just now, Lumian asked with a slight curiosity:
"Has the 'Shadow Tree' been solved?"
"How is that possible?" The "Magician" lady sneered, "Even if the two major churches ask God to descend, the 'Shadow Tree' cannot be solved, hehe, it cannot be said that there is no way, but the price is so high that no one is willing to pay."
"What kind of price?" Lumian asked.
Ms. "Magician" took two steps to the side of the hillside like a walk:
"After more than a thousand years of nourishment and influence, the 'Shadow Tree' has long been integrated with Trier, equivalent to its dark side and its shadow, unless it directly destroys this metropolis and kills everyone here, the true god cannot completely destroy it.
"Of course, you can also move Trier to another place, remove all the people, and then in five or six years, when the 'Shadow Tree' that has lost its nourishment becomes weak enough, then uproot it, but then other dangers in Trier's underground will be uncontrollable."
"Are there other dangers?" Lumian frowned.
Trier's underground is too exaggerated, right?
He then asked in confusion:
"Why not destroy the 'Shadow Tree' as soon as it is planted?"
The "magician" lady laughed:
"Isn't this a rush to build a city to fight against certain dangers underground, and didn't you find that someone had quietly planted a 'Shadow Tree'?"
She didn't specify what else was dangerous, as if she didn't think this was what Lumian should know now.
Lumian was keenly aware of this and closed his mouth.
The "magician" lady looked at him and laughed at herself:
"Are you unhappy that I sent you directly to Trier and involved you in a series of dangerous things without providing corresponding help?"
"No." Lumian didn't understand why Ms. "The Magician" asked this question.
In his opinion, accepting tasks, completing commissions, and receiving rewards is fair enough, and in this process, Ms. "Magician" will also give guidance through letters.
In addition to the later years of adoption, Lumian has long been accustomed to not relying entirely on others and making full use of the various resources at his disposal to achieve his goals.
The "magician" lady smiled:
"You didn't see the Major Arcana card that summoned her from 'Two of Cups'? That's also because it happens to be in Trier, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy and effective."
She paused and said:
"If I take you as an extension of my eyes, an extension of my palm, as a real, unwilling, subordinate, I can allow you to provide you with enough help to keep you safe most of the time by reciting my name, but you have chosen the 'hunter' path, which is a path that requires fighting and having a strong self-will.
"The flowers grown in the greenhouse cannot become qualified 'hunters', a 'hunter' who always relies on shelter and has been fighting in his comfort zone is difficult to obtain divinity and become a saint.
"What kind of person do you want to be?"
Lumian was silent for two seconds and said:
"I want to be the one who makes those bastards tremble."
The answer is self-evident.
Ms. "Magician" nodded with satisfaction:
"Of course, this doesn't mean that I will ignore you, I will still reply to your letters, give you advice, and even provide direct help at your request, but I don't want you to feel that you can be sheltered all the time."
Lumian nodded, indicating that he understood.
He thought of Suzanne. Matisse quickly recited certain words to pray for help from a high person, combined with the key words mentioned by Ms. "Magician", as if thinking:
"Can the recitation of the honorific name of a being gain His gaze and pray for corresponding help?"
"Yes." "Magician" nodded lightly, "But that requires enough kindness from the other party, when you reach a certain stage, I will also tell you my name, well, you hold the honorific name of Mr. 'Fool', but if you don't hold a ceremony, it is difficult to get an effective response just by chanting, and you may even encounter bad influences, because Mr. 'Fool' is fighting against an ancient god, which is related to the end of all of us and whether this world can survive the apocalypse."
"Fool" teacher? The abbreviation of that great being is "The Fool"? It is indeed a secret organization codenamed Tarot...... When Lumian heard "Fool" before, he automatically thought of the tarot cards that appeared every day, rather than the "Fool" in his honorific name, which was more like a description.
The "magician" lady did not continue the topic and glanced at the tree trunk in Lumian's hand:
"This is a good thing, attacks without divinity cannot damage it, and after hitting the target, it may trigger some kind of desire in him.
"If you reap the extraordinary characteristics that match it, you can find a way to get a 'craftsman' of the Saint level to combine them into magical items.
"You can't carry it all the time, otherwise your various desires will gradually get out of control, which is very dangerous for extraordinary people who take magic potions."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. "Magician" tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something, and then said to Lumian:
"That's it for today."
In the next second, Lumian's eyes appeared again with rich color blocks and transparent creatures that could not describe their shapes.
After another second, he saw a chaotic street full of cracks.
The "magician" lady had disappeared before his eyes.
Lumian was stunned for a moment, and quickly put on the clothes and pants in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Franka not far away.
The two smiled at the same time.
Before they could feel the feeling of the same secret organization in the exchange office, they saw Jane Na wearing a gray-blue dress jumping out of the shadows in the alley.
Lumian and Franka reflexively became vigilant and each raised their defenses.
Jian Na covered the wound on her ribs and shouted happily:
"Oh! You guys are really fine!"
"It seems to be true......" Franka muttered, greeted him, and asked with concern, "Why are you injured?"
Jian Na looked around slightly nervously, and said in a low voice:
"I assassinated Huge. Artois has a gunshot wound."
"I'm sorry! Did you succeed? Did you escape?" Franka looked shocked.
She felt that she couldn't do this.
What is this called? This is called a real assassin!
Seeing that there were a few people coming and going on the street, Lumian interrupted Jianna's words:
"Let's talk about it when we get to the Golden Rooster Hotel, and then take out bullets for you to treat your injuries."
"I still have half a bottle of healing potion." Franka happily added.
She held Janna and followed the shadows on the side of the road back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
When they were about to reach their destination, they met Anthony. Red, an intelligence dealer.
Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone:
"I thought you ran away."
"I still have some things I haven't done in the market area." Anthony. Rhett replied vaguely.
The four of them took a few more steps and saw the beige five-story building.
The Golden Rooster Hotel was a little more inclined than before, with some cracks on the surface of the walls, crawling on the vines and branches that had begun to wither.
Because the remaining tenants have not yet returned, it reveals an indescribable dilapidation and dead silence.
…………
Some time has passed since that disaster.
A plainly dressed young man carried an old suitcase, followed the crowd off the steam train, left the platform, and walked all the way to the chaotic streets.
He saw the beige five-story building and saw more than a dozen bright red paints on its surface.
"Golden Rooster Hotel." He read the name of the building, touched the bills and coins in his pocket, and thought he should be able to afford it.
The Golden Rooster Hotel was much cleaner than he had imagined, and although many places were plastered with outdated newspapers and cheap pink paper, there were no bed bugs, sticky and disgusting thick phlegm and all kinds of garbage everywhere.
After spending 15 Ferkin to rent room 302, the young man thought happily as he carried his suitcase up the stairs:
"It's cheaper than I thought, such a clean hotel is only 15 Felkin a month......"
After putting his suitcase in the cramped room, he decided to take the money he had saved and go for a drink.
When you arrive at the City of Joy, you have to look like a City of Joy!
He came all the way to the speakeasy, and as soon as he walked in, he felt the hustle and bustle of the house.
A guy in a shirt and bow tie held a beer, waved his short arms, stood on a small round table, enthusiastically preaching something to the people around him, while others drank, sang, and danced, refusing to be quiet.
There were a few drinkers at the counter with a strange machine.
The young man leaned over, looked at the machine's rubber hose and glass jar, and asked curiously:
"What is this?"
A handsome drinker with blonde and black hair turned his body and replied with a bright smile:
"It's called a fool's meter, which can test a person's intelligence index, or stupidity index."
(End of Part 2)
(End of this chapter)