"It takes excellent endurance to resist the decrease in self-control caused by carrying 'torture' with you, and the fluctuations of various desires and emotions become stronger...... 'dervishes' are very good at this kind of thing......" Lumian read the letter from the "magician" lady, thinking quickly about whether he could meet the conditions for using that magical item.
Of course, he doesn't have to carry the "torture" glove with him to use it, Lumian can put the glove somewhere in advance, introduce the enemy into an ambush circle and then take it out, or save a sum of money to buy a steam robot and let the tools without emotions and desires help him carry it, but since the ability of the "Dervishe" can be a good way for him to control the negative effects, then he doesn't need to take too troublesome methods.
Thinking about this, Lumian Lian remembered the negative impact of the various contracts of the "Contracted Person".
A large part of them seems to be equally weakened by the patience and restraint of the "dervish monks".
"First obtain the gift of 'dervish monk', and then become a 'contracted person', because you have to improve your endurance first before you can bear the contract? Otherwise, those who carry more than a dozen negative effects like the priest of this parish would have 'exploded' on their own......
"Well, Guillaume. Bene's application of the abilities of 'dervishe' and 'ascetic' is not very good, is this because he has long been accustomed to indulging his desires and can't change it, or is he the kind of person who jumps to the 'inherent' and then becomes a 'life hunter', and doesn't have enough grasp of the gifts of 'dervishe' and 'ascetic', and is closer to using it instinctively?" Lumian muttered to himself silently.
Recalling that in the dream, the parish priest changed from an ordinary person to a "life hunter" in one day, he was more inclined to the latter possibility, thinking that the performance in the dream was Guillaume. It only took two or three gifts to be promoted to the symbol of "life hunter".
Lumian turned his gaze back to the letter in his hand and read the rest in one go.
Knowing that using the Torture gloves would attract dangerous creatures, he planned to find an opportunity, find a suitable place, and ask Franka to help confirm the situation.
If it is really dangerous, then you have to consider reserving a "spirit shuttle" to get rid of the influence or attack.
The crimson flames rose silently, igniting the letter paper full of words.
In the scattered ashes, Lumian stretched out his hand to the pair of iron-black fist gloves.
It doesn't have a metallic texture or coldness, but it's very hard.
Almost at the same time, among all the sounds Lumian heard, two naturally amplified in his mind:
One was the elopement couple mixed with cursing, and the other was the noise of drunken people smashing bottles and shouting on the street.
The former made Lumian have some good thoughts, and the latter brought the urge to pull out the revolver and shoot down.
None of them are too strong and belong to the category of endurance and restraint.
After determining that the gloves were the right size, Lumian placed them next to the pillow.
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Late at night, in a daze.
Lumian seemed to have arrived at an ancient beige castle, with many red marks on its surface, as if it had been stained with a large amount of blood.
Hysterical laughter and shouts came from inside the castle, and Lumian subconsciously raised his head and saw a dark red face looking at him in a narrow window on the third floor.
As soon as the eyes of the two sides collided, the man raised his right hand and suddenly gouged out his reddish brown eyes.
Small blood vessels then detached from the eye sockets, leaving a pair of bloody black holes.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The man who lost his eyes laughed wildly.
Lumian's thoughts were vague, and he walked into the castle as a reflex.
What caught his eye were bloody scenes:
The maid cut her stomach with a dinner knife and pulled out a pale small intestine stained with blood; The male servants kept climbing from the stairs to the second floor, and then jumped back into the hall, throwing themselves again and again; The person suspected of being the housekeeper was holding a beautiful female head, but he had no lower body, and he used his elbows alternately to support him and crawl hard, leaving a thick and long bloodstain; The headless lady sits on the single sofa, picks up the coffee and pours it into the crack at the neck......
The strong smell of blood and the crazy vibe pierced Lumian's spirit, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.
He saw the familiar, dirty ceiling and heard the constant noise of the night on the street.
"Was I just dreaming?" Lumian could clearly recall the scene in the dream, and there was still a little fear in his heart.
As an extraordinary who has officially entered the world of occultism, he does not take such dreams lightly.
It was probably a revelation from the astral spirit body to him, or some kind of influence from the outside world.
After quickly going through what he experienced that day, Lumian identified two "suspects":
"Is it the aftereffect of the king's cake game during the day, or is it the effect of 'torture' gloves?"
He looked at the iron black jab glove that he didn't carry with him, but was placed next to the pillow, and felt that it should be a problem in that game.
He tried to question Thermipolos but received no response.
After transferring the "Torture" gloves to the wooden table drawer, Lumian fell back asleep.
This night, he had several nightmares, each time dreaming of the eerie castle.
Fortunately, the clarity of the dream was constantly decreasing, and later, it was no different from a normal nightmare.
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The next morning, Lumian ran and practiced boxing as usual, looking for a special breakfast in the market area.
After sitting in the Breeze Ballroom until almost twelve o'clock, he rang the doorbell of Apartment 601, 3 White Coat Street, again.
"It's very positive." Franka's face was rosy and she opened the door in great spirits.
Lumian didn't hide his intentions at all:
"Didn't you say you wanted to talk about Roselle the Great?"
"This, this ......" Franka's expression became strange again.
She shouted:
"I'm sick!"
"What disease?" Lumian felt that the "Witch of Pleasure" was in very good condition.
Franka muttered as she walked to the living room:
"Embarrassing disease!"
Lumian closed the door, sat down on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully:
"Embarrassing for Emperor Roselle?"
"Yes." Franca, who was sitting cross-legged in the easy chair, scratched her flaxen hair, "I'm so afraid that he will be so embarrassed that he will climb out of the coffin and strangle everyone in the know!"
After saying a lot of messy and illogical things, Franka finally sighed:
"To put it simply, Emperor Roselle the Great, like us, also comes from another world."
"Emperor Roselle the Great is also what you call a 'traverser'?" Lumian blurted out in shock.
Franka said "hmm":
"Many of his inventions, creations and ideas are original to our world, and the more critical evidence is that his diary was written in the language of my and your sister's country, so no one deciphered it for so many years until we traveled here."
Lumian's mind was in a mess, not only feeling that this was unbelievable, like a story, but also felt the truth of Franka's statement just now from her sister Auror's attitude towards Emperor Roselle the Great and his diary.
Seeing that he was silent, Franka added very understandingly:
"But he is indeed a very powerful person, from an ordinary person who did not have sequence 9 step by step to the path of God, overthrew the Sauron Dynasty, brought great changes to Intis and this world, and profoundly affected the history of these two or three hundred years and this generation of human beings."
Also, Emperor Roselle the Great said, "A hero is a hero, and it has nothing to do with his origin"...... It doesn't matter where Roselle the Great came from...... Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality and asked curiously:
"Those famous quotes of Roselle the Great were once said by the philosophers of your world?"
"Mostly yes." Franka helped the "fellow countryman" whitewash his image, "But there is also a part of him that belongs to himself, you think, a person who has experienced so many things, so many glory and setbacks, must have his own unique views on all aspects, and there will be no shortage of famous quotes."
"No wonder as long as I say what Emperor Roselle the Great, Aurore will laugh......" Lumian suddenly realized, realized his sister's mood at that time, and also understood the ridiculous attitude of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" towards the emperor.
He asked instead:
"Did one of you write the "Secret Records of Roselle the Great"?"
"Yes, but I don't know who it is." Franka is very honest, "The literary talent is quite good."
"Is everything in it real?" Lumian was thinking about whether to find an underground bookseller to buy a copy.
Franka laughed:
"Half and half, even the real half is expanded into a chapter of two or three sentences in the emperor's diary, filled with fragrant details, for example, the emperor once had a super friendship with a certain witch......"
Speaking of this, Franka suddenly paused.
She remembered that she was also a witch now.
Worth collecting...... Emperor Roselle the Great is indeed as romantic as the legend...... Lumian began to look forward to the books in the country.
He did not continue the topic of the emperor and the witch, mentioned yesterday's king cake game and the nightmare at night, and asked Franka, who was good at divination:
"What revelation is hidden in that dream?"
"I can't interpret it." Franka thought for a long time, "There is a sense of danger and staying away, well, those nightmares are more like the aftereffects of some kind of crazy atmosphere."
Lumian thought for a few seconds, did not discuss this issue again, and planned to consult two "psychiatrists" in the afternoon.
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At 3:20 p.m., Lumian arrived at Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden, sat in the D booth, and asked for a cup of fragrant intis coffee and two fluffy cakes spread with butter.
When the dessert and coffee arrived, he waited for another minute or two before hearing Susie's gentle female voice:
"Good afternoon, Lumian. Mr. Li."
Lumian laughed relaxedly:
"Good afternoon, Ms. Susie, good afternoon, Ms. 'Justice'."
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(End of this chapter)