As time passed, Lumian felt that his body temperature was slowly passing, and even the blazing sunlight outside the window of the public carriage could not stop such a change.
His thinking became less and less active, and the skin on the back of his hands became paler and paler.
Finally, Lumian insisted on reaching the market area.
When he jumped off the public carriage, his hands and feet seemed to become a little stiff.
As soon as he turned into White Coat Street, a gentleman who came to him was suddenly startled, let out a low voice, and had fear in his eyes.
Lumian subconsciously looked to the side and looked at himself reflected in the café glass window.
The black hair in the gold seemed to have not been washed for many days, his face was so pale that it turned blue, there were purple-red patches and traces of decay on his neck, and his eyes were cold and empty, like a corpse that had been dead for many days.
Lumian smiled at the gentleman and said:
"How about it, am I pretending to be a living corpse?"
He heard his voice approaching the coldness of "Hela".
The gentleman cursed silently, bypassing the guy who looked ready for a masquerade ball.
Lumian understood that the pollution on his body was getting worse and worse, so he quickened his pace and ran into the safe house that had not yet been rented out in an uncoordinated posture.
He quickly arranged the altar, spread out the paper, and wrote a short letter to the "magician" lady:
"I completed the commission of the 'righteous' lady and got the spring water of the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring', but I have also suffered from pollution, and it is getting worse and worse, how can I remove it?"
Neatly folded the letter, Lumian summoned the messenger of the "magician" lady.
The "doll" messenger appeared above the dark blue candlelight, looked at Lumian, and nodded approvingly:
"I like your current temperament very much, except that your hair is too greasy."
Is it a dying temperament? Lumian didn't even have the urge to mutter, much less than before.
After watching the "doll" messenger leave, he set himself a quarter of an hour waiting limit, beyond which the "magician" lady would have to find another way to deal with the pollution on her body if she had not replied, such as holding a ceremony and praying directly to Mr. "The Fool".
Click, click, the hands of the pocket watch "borrowed" from the Breeze Ballroom were beating normally in a fixed rhythm, but Lumian had noticed that it was nearly ten minutes later than normal, as if the closer it got to the Samaritan Spring, the slower it beat.
Suddenly, pieces of starlight flew out of the void, instantly condensing into a mysterious and dreamy door.
The door was open, and the "magician" lady wearing a long brown and yellow dress walked out, the back of the door was deep and dark, and the stars were shining.
The Major Arcana card holder of the "Tarot Society" glanced at Lumian and nodded lightly, saying:
"Pray to Mr. Fool for the purification of the angels."
Or do you have to pray to Mr. "Fool"? Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and held the ceremony on the altar that had been arranged.
After lighting the candles in the correct order, dripping them with hydrosol and burning the herbs, he took a step back, looked at the candle flame, and chanted in a deep voice:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a yellow and black king who presides over good fortune......
"I pray to you;
"I pray that you will cleanse me of the pollution ......"
When the ritual was completed, Lumian saw the angel with condensed light again, once again covered by twelve pairs of wings of light.
With only light left in his eyes, he felt the cold in his body evaporating, and his body temperature quickly recovered.
Not long after, the angel returned, and Lumian set his sights on the full-length mirror in the room, finding that his face, hair, and eyes had completely recovered, and the purple-red corpse spots had completely disappeared, with only a few traces of decay still there, but no signs of deterioration, which seemed to take time to heal.
Lumian sincerely thanked Mr. "The Fool" and ended the ceremony.
He was about to turn to Ms. "Magician" when he suddenly remembered something and quickly raised his right hand and looked at his palm.
The wounds of the earth's blood ore were still there, although they were not as bright red as when they first melted into the "rust", but they were not bleak either, as if they had used blood to dot a few scars there.
Feeling the madness and violence faintly coming from his right palm, Lumian frowned in confusion:
"Can't this be purified?"
The "magician" lady stared at his right palm for a few seconds, did not answer directly, and said instead:
"Tell me the details."
She took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down, without the idea of standing and communicating.
Lumian followed on a chair in front of the wooden table, starting with the commission of the "righteous" lady, and talking until he and "Hela" each took a third of the bottle of spring water from the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain".
In it, he focused on describing the crazy and terrifying giant figure and the strange power that pulled the other party back, without forgetting the appearance of Timonite and his various actions, as well as the "return" of the Earth Blood Ore.
Ms. "Magician" listened quietly and laughed:
"It is too difficult for a real big man to die completely, even if he has no extraordinary characteristics, no body, no soul, there are still spiritual imprints, death marks, residual breath and other things.
"Like the original creator?" Lumian probably understood what the "magician" lady was trying to express, and asked carefully, "Which big man is that figure?"
Ms. "Magician" thought for a moment:
"It should be the 'Blood Emperor' of the Fourth Age, Alistair. Tu Duo."
"Blood Emperor"? One of the Four Emperors, the "Blood Emperor"? Lumian from Gardner. Martin had heard of this title and name there.
Alistair The empire established by Tudor included today's Intis, and the trier that sank underground was his capital.
According to Gardner. According to Martin, this "Blood Emperor" is a real god who controls the "hunter" path, that is, he is the sequence 0 "Red Priest"!
"Yes." Ms. "Magician" nodded, "The 'Battle of the Four Emperors' is a divine battle in the true sense, Alistair. Tudor fell in Trier in the Fourth Age, causing the capital of the empire to sink underground, and he was already crazy and did a lot of things, and it is said that he almost buried all the gods who participated in the war at that time.
The Fifth Age is the era in which Lumian and others lived, known as the "Black Iron Age".
Almost buried all the gods who participated in the war? The "Blood Emperor" is really crazy...... Lumian was curious for a moment:
"What is the situation of the 'War of the Four Emperors'?"
"I don't know either." The "Magician" lady spread her hands, "I just heard a few words from the two beings who have personally experienced the 'Battle of the Four Emperors', they actually don't understand the whole picture, after all, don't look directly at God, remember, don't look directly at God, even if it's just an incomplete mythical creature that the Saints of Sequence 4 have lost control of."
And have you personally experienced the existence of the "War of the Four Emperors" to this day? They can participate in that divine war, at least angels...... two of the angels next to Mr. "Fool's" throne? Well, it is mentioned in the scriptures that Mr. "Fool's" "Angel of Time" is one of the angels of ancient times? Lumian combined the information he had and tried to speculate.
He heard Aurore mention the concept of mythical creatures and the corresponding questions, and had no doubts about the phrase "do not look directly at God."
Lumian asked with great interest:
"After the fall of the 'Blood Emperor', are there any spiritual imprints, death marks, or residual breaths sealed in the eyes of the spring of the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain'?"
"It should be a mark of death, but I think it is also mixed with spiritual imprints, residual breath, and even some remnants that have been preserved for some reason, otherwise, the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. It is impossible for Tu Duo to still maintain a state of fighting with people in that spring eye, hehe, fighting can be regarded as a 'hunter' trait." "Magician" lady said her speculation.
She said as she reached into the void, and the tip disappeared into Lumian's eyes.
After a few fumbles, the lady took out a glass of light red wine with an attractive color.
"You, didn't your sister teach you? When you have guests, remember to ask the other party whether they want tea or drinks, and if you want snacks." The "magician" lady took a sip of the light red wine and shook her head and said.
How can I remember this kind of time? Where did she get her wine from? Lumian then realized that he had forgotten to ask the most important thing.
He sincerely accepted the teaching and asked other questions first:
"Where does the strange power that dragged the 'Blood Emperor' back to the spring eye come from?"
"I don't know." Ms. "Magician" replied very simply, "Even the true god may not know, the only thing that is certain is that it has nothing to do with the 'War of the Four Emperors'."
Lumian temporarily suppressed this matter to the bottom of his heart, raised his right hand and said:
"What are these traces, can't Mr. 'Fool' purify them?"
"This is not pollution, how to purify it?" The "magician" lady took a sip of light red wine slowly and said, "This is equivalent to a magical item embedded in your hand, which will bring some negative effects, and the negative effects cannot be purified unless you remove the item itself."
"Magical Items...... What is its function, and what are the hidden dangers?" Lumian didn't expect to hear such an answer.
"It doesn't work." The "Magician" lady laughed, "What I mean is equivalent, it doesn't mean equal, of course, it's not completely ineffective, but it can't make you stronger directly, rumor has it that in the underground Quaternary Trier, in other hidden places, there is the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. The many treasures left by Tudor can only be opened by those with the bloodline of the Tudor family, and now, you can open them too."
It is equivalent to my palm having a bit of Tuduo blood and breath that does not involve extraordinary power? Lumian tried to extend his spirit to the bright red scars on his right palm.
As soon as the two came into contact, his whole body was suddenly wrapped in a crazy, violent, terrifying, and high-ranking aura, and the entire room and even the entire apartment trembled uncontrollably.
(End of this chapter)