Chapter 383 The Bell Rings
At the end of the disaster in Koldu Village, Lumian was not only affected by the fateful forces sealed in his body and scattered around him, and fell into an endless cycle, but also had a real dream, and after entering a certain area, he fell asleep uncontrollably and became a part of his dream.
Lumian, who was still illiterate in the occult at the time, did not think there was anything wrong with this, and later when he asked Mr. "Poet" to interpret the symbolism of various elements in the dream, he realized that the dream itself did not originate from the power of Thermibolus, nor was it caused by Mr. "Fool's" seal, but it had another source, representing a kind of protection and appeasement.
Since then, he has been thinking about the source of this real dream, but has never found the answer, after all, there are too many possibilities, and now, through Franca's further description of the "night" path and his experience at the party, he suddenly has an inspiration:
The "Night" path not only gives people nightmares, the embodiment of nightmares, but also creates real dreams!
Could it be that Ms. "Hela" discovered that Aurore had an accident and hurried to Kordu Village but was a step late, so she could only use the power of the seal to let me enter a real dream to soothe my heart and spirit?
No, she doesn't need to hide from me about this matter, pretend not to know, what is there to hide?
Moreover, if she did it, there would be no obvious leakage or residue of sleeping power......
Could it be that she had been using that spell involving secret power for a long time to attend the party, so that Aurore was more or less polluted or marked by that seal, and when her body disintegrated, the seal sensed the change and instinctively gave a certain feedback.
Well, Leah and Valentai were forced to fall asleep in a certain area around the Scarlet Mountain, that is, the place of sacrifice, and that was right next to the three-headed and six-armed giant, which was in line with my speculation just now, the source of the dream power was closely related to Auror......
Franka saw that Lumian had not spoken for a long time, as if he was thinking seriously, and did not interrupt him immediately, but waited until his eyes changed and he broke away from his own world before asking:
"What did you think of?"
"Do you remember the disaster in Kordu Village that I talked about? Around the blood-colored peaks that have become places of sacrifice, there is an area ruled by the night, which will make everyone who enters fall asleep irresistibly and have a real dream." Lumian explained simply.
The more Franka listened, the more shocked and frightened she became:
"Could it be that Ms. 'Hela' also has a problem?"
"I don't think so." Lumian shook his head and focused on his speculation.
Franka breathed a long, unabashed sigh of relief:
"This is really more in line with the situation on the ground.
"Well, didn't you notice? The first part of the spell is the standard three-stage honorific name, which shows that the seal either has the characteristics of being alive, or was once a living creature, and it is normal for such a thing to instinctively influence the person who prays to it, and it is normal to react to a certain aspect."
Lumian thought about it carefully and found that it was true.
The two communicated for a while and agreed that Lumian would find time to go to the "Alone" bar for a quick look.
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Back at the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian closed the curtains, sat down at the table, and began to write letters to the "magician" lady under the light of the calcium carbide lamp.
The letter focuses on the performance and answers of the "Armor Shadow", and inquires about the situation of the "Ancient Sun God"and the relationship between this ancient deity and the "Aurora Society".
Considering that it was already late at night, Lumian waited until "naturally" woke up and had breakfast before sending the letter.
At noon, Ms. "Magician" finally replied, so that Lumian, who had deliberately returned to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, did not run in vain.
"The answer to 'Shadow of the Armor' and its state give us a better understanding of the (blank) situation."
Just after reading the first sentence, Lumian froze there.
His gaze fell on the blank part of the words, not understanding whether this was a joke made by the "magician" lady or if the letter itself had been distorted by some force.
Combined with his own understanding of the "magician", Lumian preliminarily speculated that the woman wrote the entire sentence smoothly and found that there was a message that she could not know for the time being, and she was too lazy to blacken it out and then reverse the divination, or change the paper to write it again, so she directly used some kind of power to erase the word.
What can't I know about this, isn't it just another world? Lumian muttered as he read the following sentences:
"This is a good gain, but it is not useful for the time being, although Mr. 'The Hanged Man' will be very happy.
"After a while, when he's ready, maybe he'll let you summon the Armor Shadow again, and he'll be responsible for providing gold in exchange for the opportunity to ask questions.
"The problem is for him to think, your role is communication, the role of the Two of Cups is to translate, well, don't forget to ask Mr. 'The Hanged Man' for a reward."
Mr. "Hanged Man"...... Lumian repeated this codename, his eyes moving to the bottom of the letter:
"The issue of the 'Ancient Sun God' is very complicated, I don't know much, I can only tell you at the moment that this is the master of that period of history in the Third Age, who ended the Second Age ruled by the brutal Old Gods and brought light to us humans.
"The one who believes in the 'Aurora Society' has the same complex relationship with him, and there are risks in understanding it, so you should consider yourself the heir of half of His inheritance, and the other half is divided by some of the Seven Gods, which directly brings about the 'Age of the Gods', which is what we often call the Fourth Age."
If there is still a small amount of history, legends, documents and objects left in the Fourth Age, then the previous Third and Second Ages only existed in the sacred texts of the major churches, almost mythical, and Lumian only knew that the Third Age was called the "Age of Cataclysm" and the Second Age was called the "Dark Age".
At this time, from the words of the "magician" lady, he actually felt the grandeur and charm of that ancient history:
The brutal Old Gods, the ancient sun gods who ended the dark ages of mankind, the ruler of the Tertiary Age who somehow fell, and the "Age of the Gods" born on his corpse......
Why did such an ancient god give birth to a child like Amon? Who is Amon's mother? Is Amon still in contact with the person who believes in the "Aurora Society"? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that the tutoring of the "Ancient Sun God" was very problematic.
He developed a certain affection for this deity, not only because he ended the reign of the ancient gods and gave mankind the light, but also because he was suspected to be an earlier traverser and came from the same world as Aurore and Roselle the Great.
Similarly, Lumian began to understand why Mr. K and the "Aurora Society" hated the evil god believers so much, and the one they believed in inherited the legacy of the "Ancient Sun God".
A flame burst out and ignited the letter paper in Lumian's hand.
He tidied up a little, put on the silver earrings that "lies" turned into, and adjusted his appearance, which made people not reminiscent of Lumian at all. Plum.
After doing this, he directly took off the "lie" and put it in the hidden bag of his clothes.
——According to his experience during this time, the appearance conjured up by "lies" will not disappear after leaving "lies", which is a kind of flesh-and-blood reshaping.
Bringing a satchel, Lumian walked out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
On the way to Market Avenue, he heard the bell ringing, which meant that one o'clock in the afternoon was approaching.
Lumian took out the gold-shelled pocket watch he borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom and calibrated the time at the clock tower in the distance.
This pocket watch slows down by a minute every few days.
After more than half an hour, Lumian arrived at the old street.
He walked to the "Alone" bar as if he were walking, and his gaze naturally swept over the "different" cabaret.
There were no guests yet, and three doormen wearing monocles with their right eyes leaned lazily in different places, sometimes chatting and sometimes in a daze.
A postman in a blue embossed uniform parked his bicycle on the side of the road, holding a stack of letters, and walked towards the letter box of the "different" cabaret.
He also wears a monocle in his right eye.
Lumian looked a little numb, retracted his gaze, and walked into the "Alone" bar.
The bar is still poorly lit, even at noon, it looks quite dim, and there are no other customers for the time being.
The bartender at the bar seat was not the one last time, but Lya, the investigator of the eighth bureau that Lumian knew!
The lady was wearing a white shirt, bow tie, and a black over-the-knee skirt, her hair was simply pulled up, and she was tied with a small silver bell.
"Gin over ice." Lumian sat down on a high stool in front of the bar and knocked on the countertop.
He then smiled and said:
"Why did you change to a bartender?"
Liya glanced at him and said with a playful smile:
"Sir, no one stipulates that a bar can only hire one bartender, and he will be tired to death suddenly."
"Okay." Lumian paid 8 lik coins and waited for the gin to be served on the rocks.
After drinking for nearly ten minutes, he asked inadvertently:
"Do you have a typewriter here? I suddenly remembered that I still have a document to do."
Lia wiped her wine glass and said:
"In the room next to the theater in the cellar, there is a typewriter for making scripts, and the usage fee is 2 liks, 1 kopeg per sheet."
"It's quite expensive......" Lumian grunted and got up, holding the wine glass and walking into the cellar.
He had a bit of a psychological shadow over the puppet theater, and did not approach, but turned directly into the side room.
There is indeed a brass-colored mechanical typewriter here, and a man sitting silently reading the newspaper next to him.
According to the preparations in advance, Lumian typed out a short document.
The wear and tear of some of the letters on it is exactly the same as that of "Loki".
Lumian nodded invisibly, paid the usage fee and paper fee to the man who hadn't made a sound, and quickly left the slightly gloomy basement room.
As soon as he returned to the bar hall, he suddenly fell into a trance, and he vaguely heard the ringing of bells in his ears.
Lumian quickly recovered, looked at Leah, and saw that she had no abnormal reaction.
"Did you hear the bell?" Lumian placed his glass on the counter.
Liya frowned:
"It's not even the hour, how can there be a bell?"
Lumian suppressed his inner doubts, drank the rest of the wine, and left the "Alone" bar.
When passing by the "Different" dance hall, he found that there were only two monocle guards left at the door, and the postman was missing.
Lumian didn't look much and quickly left the street.
Returning to the public carriage in the market area, the two o'clock bell came on time, and Lumian instinctively took out his pocket watch and opened it to take a look.
He was shocked to find that the pocket watch he had just calibrated an hour ago was slow again.
One minute slower.
(End of this chapter)