Chapter 318 Anxious Thermipolos
What a coincidence? Lu Mian Ke didn't think it was a coincidence at all.
After all, there are quarry police, smugglers, cave adventurers, ore researchers, wandering college students, members of secret organizations, wanted criminals, gangsters, evil god believers and anti-government armed forces, but in such a large dark world, the probability of meeting people who happen to know them is almost zero.
This is not like the time he saved Jenna, Lumian followed the smell all the way.
Lumian's spirit instantly tensed, and he looked at Monit wearing a monocle, and forced a smile:
"Yes, what a coincidence."
With one hand in his pocket, he echoed while posing to put away the candles and materials on the stone, trying to make the other party believe that he had completed the ritual and could leave at any time, with no value worth destroying or coveting.
Monit pinched the monocle in the eye socket of his right eye, smiled and waved his hand:
"See you on the ground."
After saying that, he turned around and left the entrance of the mine, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
This made Lumian a little stunned.
This is leaving?
Is it really a chance encounter?
He should know very well that in such a dark and dead place, rashly breaking into a place where there is light can easily provoke the other party and cause unnecessary conflicts......
Even if he was puzzled by the appearance of strangers in the quarry on his route, he should choose to lurk close and observe secretly, rather than "coming to the door" directly without being so careless......
Is he confident enough in his strength?
You can't just scare me!
Lumian thought about it, and withdrew his gaze from the hollow entrance of the quarry, and cast it on the candles and materials placed on the stone.
He hesitated to continue the ritual of praying for gifts.
At this time, the layered voice of Thermibolos sounded in his ears:
"You'd better change places."
Belch...... Lumian was shocked, and inexplicably felt a hint of anxiety and worry in Thermipolos' tone.
That was very inconspicuous, if there was anything, Lumian wondered if he had misjudged.
This was the first time he had noticed that the destined angel had emotional fluctuations.
Before, no matter how much he mocked and provoked, Thermipolos was silent at most and did not answer.
And what can make an angel anxious and worried is certainly not simple!
While his heart beat faster involuntarily, Lumian blurted out:
"That person was dangerous just now?"
"He is not dangerous in itself, but he gives me a sense of danger." Thermibolos really answered.
This further confirms Lumian's speculation:
This angel sensed a certain problem from fate that could threaten Him!
"Why is it that you are not strong enough, but it makes you feel dangerous? What exactly does that person want to do?" Lumian asked further.
Thermiporos' tone returned to normal, and he said in a thick voice:
"I am sealed, and I can only sense the outside world through you, and I can't get enough information.
"If you want to know the answers to these two questions, you must first find a way to weaken the seal."
Do you think I look like a fool? I also wonder if your anxiety and worry just now were pretended to be to create pressure and intimidate me...... However, Ethermibolos' previous performance, even if it didn't improve much, shouldn't have revealed its true purpose so quickly...... Monit's appearance is indeed too coincidental, and his demeanor is indescribably weird, whether to avoid it or not, I would rather believe that he is very dangerous than careless...... Lumian quickly packed up the items on the stone, carried the calcium carbide lamp, and left the quarry hollow.
Relying on the previous experience from Gardner. He went around closer to the memorial parish and a few meters deeper into the ground to find another dead and dark quarry hollow, and did at least three counter-tracking on the way.
Shout...... After looking around, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, put down the calcium carbide lamp, and placed the ceremonial candle and materials on a relatively flat half-meter-high stone.
Suddenly, he felt something move in the darkness at the edge of the quarry.
Hoarse...... Lumian's heart lifted again, and he carefully grabbed the calcium carbide lamp and cast the light on that place.
A yellowish light dyed with a hint of blue shone out, and a black mouse with a small half of its body blocked by rubble reflected in Lumian's eyes.
The mouse did not panic because of the light, but stood there quietly, and after a few seconds, it slowly turned around and got into a small hole at the bottom of the rock wall.
For some reason, Lumian always felt that the mouse's right eye was a circle larger than the left.
Carrying a calcium carbide lamp, his spirit became tense again, and his body was ready to ask in a low voice:
"Thermipoulos, is there a problem here too?"
Thermibolos' voice echoed in Lumian's body, with a magnificent momentum:
"You'd better pray to the 'fool' right away for the protection of the angels before moving to another place."
Is the problem so serious? Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, and he took out another candle and quickly arranged the altar.
He was not worried that this was Thermipolos taking the opportunity to induce himself to make the wrong choice, after all, praying to Mr. "Fool" was his last resort, and it was beneficial and harmless to him.
From another perspective, being able to force a fateful angel to seek the protection of the "fool", although indirect, is enough to show that the current situation is very wrong, and once it breaks out, the danger is unimaginable!
In the extreme state, Lumian only took ten seconds to set up the candle and sanctify the dagger, creating a "spiritual wall" that could only surround himself and the altar.
Then, in the order from god to man, from left to right, he lit the three candles in turn, dripping them with essential oils and hydrosol.
In the hazy light and light mist, Lumian exhaled and said solemnly:
"Fools who do not belong to this era, mysterious lords above the gray mist, and yellow and black kings who rule good fortune.
"I pray to you;
"Pray for Your Blessings......"
As the ritual progressed, Lumian fell into a faint gray mist, flesh and blood itching and slowness of thinking, and once again saw the twelve-winged angel composed purely of light descending from infinite heights and hugging him.
As the pair of wings of light closed and disappeared, Lumian suddenly regained consciousness, checked his own condition, packed up the items in the altar, and quickly left the mine.
He went underground near the market area and habitually started to do counter-tracking again.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Lumian found another quarry hollow that was both hidden and relatively safe according to the map.
He turned in, checked it again, and asked in a low voice:
"Thermibolos, is there a problem here?"
"Not at the moment." Thermipolos replied.
Lumian closed his eyes and relaxed a lot.
He immediately thought of a question:
Should I return to the ground, wait for the anomaly to disappear after a while, and then find another hidden place to hold a ceremony to pray for gifts, or take advantage of the blessing of Mr. "Fool's" angel to seize the opportunity to temporarily get rid of the abnormality and quickly promote to the "person of contract"?
According to Lumian's style, he was willing to take a risk, anyway, it would be the same next time, after all, he couldn't confirm whether the anomaly had really disappeared, and he needed to consult the high-ranking people.
In that case, why not ask now!
Lumian set up the altar again, and this time, instead of seeking protection or asking for gifts, he summoned the messenger of the "magician" lady.
The "doll" messenger wearing a light gold dress quickly appeared on the blue candlelight.
It looked at Lumian and said not too happily:
"This is not a good place."
After saying that, it took the letter that Lumian had written quickly.
It briefly mentions Timonite's performance and Thermoporos' reaction, and asks if it is possible to perform the ritual of invoking the gift now.
Lumian was a little careful in this matter, he just asked "yes" or "no", and did not directly ask the "magician" lady to provide protection.
——The price of asking a demigod to take action was too expensive, and Lumian felt that he could definitely not afford it now, so it was better to attract her attention by asking.
Of course, if there is really no other way, he will also give it a try, it is better to owe debts than to die, and there will always be a day when it will be repaid, or the person has passed away and does not need to be repaid.
It's not a great place here...... Do you mean this quarry is hollow, or is it the entire underground Trier? Lumian pondered the messenger's words just now.
Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought a reply:
"This is a big trouble."
The first words of the "magician" lady made Lumian's eyelids flutter.
"Of course, the problem is not that serious yet, at least I haven't found the biggest one to return to this world.
"What needs to be determined now is His true purpose, and from Thermopolos' reaction, I suspect it is directed at Him, but the One who is very good at hiding his own purpose may just be a deliberate illusion to mislead us or someone else.
"There should be no abnormalities now and for some time in the future, and after you adjust your state, you can hold a ceremony to pray for gifts."
He? Is that an angel? Is the one who shows malice through Monite an angel? Lumian couldn't help but hiss, and a strong feeling of fear welled up in his heart.
This also reminded him of the special "different" cabaret and suspected that if he really wanted to collect debts, he might face a large number of angelic relatives!
Seeing that the "magician" lady's judgment of the current situation was the same as that of Thermipoulos, Lumian calmed down and changed the altar.
Soon, he stared at the two gray-white candles representing the power of fate and himself respectively, and in the complex smell of gray amber perfume, he took a step back and recited in a deep voice:
"The power of fate!
"You are the past, the present, and the future;
"You are the cause, the result, and the process."
(End of this chapter)