Chapter 372 King? No, emperor!
Compared to the previous nightmare, Lumian now "sees" more clearly, and the dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window actually looks like Count Puifer.
When he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, his facial muscles wriggled and his contours changed, instantly becoming exactly the same as Lumian.
It is with Lumian of Kordu Village. Li is exactly the same, not the current Charles. Dubois!
When the dark red-haired man on Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian's eye sockets also hurt sharply, and his vision darkened.
At the same time, a crazy laugh of "hahaha" sounded in his ears, which infected him so much that he also wanted to vent his inner irritability, violent and bloodthirsty.
Suddenly, his right palm was slightly hot, and that pure madness flooded into his mind.
The irritability, violence and bloodlust that came out of nowhere were suddenly squeezed out of his body, and the crazy laughter of "hahaha" disappeared in an instant.
Lumian's vision also returned to normal, and he saw the novelist Arnoli sitting opposite and Count Puiver on the side.
They smiled and watched the other participants choose the king's cake, completely unaware of the abnormal changes in Lumian.
Lumian counted the missing king cakes, glanced at the Laurent he was choosing, and found that only a few seconds had passed, and he felt like he had experienced a long hour.
He relied on the ability of the "Mendicant Monk" to resist the emotional fluctuations caused by the "Blood Emperor" breath stimulating his body, and vaguely sensed a strange, crazy, bloody, and cruel spirit wandering in the void above his head.
This trembling spirit jumped all over and tried to enter Lumian's body, but was hidden by Alistair. Tu Duo's aura was intimidating, and he never dared to fall, so he could only keep hovering above the living room, like a vulture that wanted to hunt corpses but was afraid of nearby natural enemies.
All the participants in the king cake game present did not notice that there was such a crazy spirit staring fiercely above their heads, giggling and picking out the king cake.
"Come on, come and dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! It depends on whether you are crazy or Alistair. Tu Duo is crazy!" Lumian, who was a little emotionally unstable, sneered in his heart.
Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell, and if that spirit really wanted to force into his body, he had no way to stop it, so he could only hope that Mr. "Fool's" seal could be stimulated and produce a certain effect.
And now it seems that that crazy and cruel spirit is irrational, difficult to think, unable to distinguish Alistair. What exactly can Tuduo's breath have, I only know how to be instinctively afraid.
Lumian controlled his state slightly, watching Elos and the others choose the king's cake, and sensing the crazy spirit to wander quickly, while thinking about the corresponding question:
"This seems to be the essence of the Sauron family king pancake game......
"Puiver uses his own bloodline to summon the spirit of his ancestors through simplified ritual summoning, allowing it to enter the body of the person who eats the marker and becomes king......
"Such a crazy and bloody spirit is really going to occupy my body and erode my mind, I may lose control on the spot, and ordinary people have almost no possibility of not being crazy. At least he looks normal, and he has been king an unknown number of times......
"No wonder Thermibolos asked me to change a piece of cake last time, if I lost control, his fate would not have been much better......
"Sow raised! Why don't you remind me today? Knowing that I have the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on my body, I don't have to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, so I choose to be mute?
"Where did this crazy spirit come from, it's been two or three hundred years, why does it still exist?
"It is the Sauron family that has a special way of preserving the spirit of the high-ranking person, accumulating it from generation to generation, or that Fomunda. Sauron is not actually dead, or is the extraordinary characteristics he left behind too polluted, and the Sauron family wants to eliminate it little by little by this method? It's been two or three hundred years!
"Gardner. Martin's purpose was to confirm the state of Vermunda......
"Uh, this crazy spirit has been wandering overhead and can't fall...... Will it slowly retreat after that, or will it change its target, or create other changes?"
Lumian's spirit was highly tense, always paying attention to the crazy spirit wandering in mid-air.
If it really shows signs of forcibly invading with the aura of the "Blood Emperor", or if it brings other bad changes, Lumian will choose to "teleport" away directly.
Anoli, Maren, Elite and others finished choosing the king's cake in turn, leaving only the one on the plate dedicated to Formunda. Sauron's piece.
Count Puiver smiled and looked around, saying:
"Everyone can start eating, and the one who eats that gold coin will be today's king."
After saying that, he took a bite of the king cake in his hand with an elegant movement, and then took several more bites, his expression gradually becoming dazed and panicked.
There is no gold coin!
Count Puiver looked at the other participants in astonishment, and the confidence that everything was under control was gone.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind:
"No, it's impossible! I am the one who most resembles my ancestors!"
He set his sights on Eroth, the only one among the guests present who had Sauron family blood.
Although Eros was puzzled by her cousin's panicked and fierce eyes as if she was about to tear herself apart, she still took a few bites of the king's cake.
There is still no gold coin.
Count Puiver was even more confused, his eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed in his heart:
"There won't be an illegitimate child of any member of the family here, right?
"No, even if there is, I am more like the one of my ancestors!
"A high-ranking person with a 'hunter' path is on the scene?
"Impossible!
"Or, who here has suffered from underground pollution?"
Lumian saw that Count Puiver was already scratching his hair in pain, and most of the game participants had eaten several bites of the king's cake before slowly raising his right hand and biting it.
Unsurprisingly, his teeth hit hard metal objects.
He immediately spat the thing on his left palm, and sure enough, it was a 10-fil gold coin.
Count Puifer's pupils suddenly dilated, staring at Lumian's face, eager to dig out every piece of flesh and blood and examine it carefully.
The novelist Arnoli laughed:
"Oh, there is finally a new king, and every time it is Puiver who makes me aesthetically tired, and he can't come up with good prank ideas anymore."
Lumian picked up the gold coin and glanced at Anoli with cold eyes:
"Who asked you to talk?"
Anoli's body trembled, and he instinctively closed his mouth.
Lumian barely controlled the impact of the "Blood Emperor" aura again, only to feel that the crazy spirit above his head was hovering faster and faster, and seemed to be becoming more and more impatient and violent.
He slowly looked around, showed a smile and said:
"From now on, I will be your king, or do you prefer to call me emperor?"
For some reason, all the participants, including Count Puiver and Miss Eros, had a throbbing feeling of obeying Ciel's orders.
Of course, it was just throbbing, throbbing that was affected by both words and momentum.
In this, just with Charles. The poet Eliette, with whom Dubois had made a sponsorship agreement, stood up completely indifferently, put his hand on his chest, and bowed:
"Yes, my emperor!"
Others either followed the spirit of the game or were affected by the throbbing in their hearts, and also stood up and saluted in their own way:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lumian smiled at the corner of his mouth, pressed his right hand down, signaling everyone to sit down.
He then looked at Count Puiver and raised his chin slightly:
"I order you to offer 30,000 Felkin worth of gold."
Count Puiver was stunned for a moment, mixed emotions stirring in his heart.
This was the first time he had been ordered in the king cake game.
He subconsciously wanted to refute it in a joking tone, but then he remembered that once this occult game really started, he could not disobey the king's orders, otherwise it would end very miserably.
Count Puiver gritted his teeth and stood up, saying:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He left the large living room, and while everyone was waiting, he went up to a certain floor of the main building of the castle and took out 5 heavy gold bars from the safe.
For him, thirty thousand Felkin is not a large amount.
Seeing that Count Puiver really offered himself a gold bar worth 30,000 Felkin, Lumi's heart was filled with regret:
If I had known that he would obey orders, he should have asked for more!
"The problem now is how to bring the gold back and play a similar game normally, even if you accept 30,000 Felkin in person, you have to return it in private, otherwise you will offend Count Puiver severely...... Also, how do I ask Gardner. Martin explained that I became king, but nothing happened?" Lumian thought as he separated the five gold bars and put them into his pockets on both sides.
He turned to the novelist Arnoli:
"Your task is to give a kiss to someone present, and the target is ......."
As Anoli looked expectantly at the beautiful girls, Lumian pointed to the poet Elite who had just smoked a large bong:
"It's our poet."
After a short pause, one guest whistled, and the others began to chirp.
Anoli stood up reluctantly and muttered:
"I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath, I can accept it if it's Maren......"
Despite being so repulsive, he still complied with the order and kissed Illett lightly on the lips.
Elite didn't care, "hehe" smiled:
"I can feel your stiffness, Anoli, cheer up, don't look like a countryman who has never seen the world."
Lumian watched and listened expressionlessly, most of his attention was on the hovering mad spirit.
Although it did not attempt to invade the bodies of any of the people present, everyone became a little restless and showed signs of emotional instability due to its influence.
After hearing Ellet's ridicule, the novelist Arnoli, who usually likes to joke and is willing to be joked about, his expression turned cold, as if he wanted to pick up the table knife and give it to the other party.
He finally resisted that urge.
Lumian suspected that if the crazy aura did not leave or dissipate, as the game progressed, the participants would become more and more irritable, irritable, and bloodthirsty.
At this moment, a high-pitched, terrified scream rang out somewhere in the castle.
ps: Sorry, I forgot the timing, sweat.
(End of this chapter)