Lumi was shocked and sat up suddenly.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, looked at the left chest, and found that the blue-black symbol representing Mr. "Fool's" seal had been highlighted, which was a combination of part of the "pupilless eye" and part of the "twisted thread".
What happened that Mr. "Fool's" seal was actually activated...... Was Thermipolus trying to escape? Lumian was suspicious and suddenly realized that the environment was wrong:
A little sunlight came in through the closed curtains, illuminating the entire 207 room in half light and half dark.
There is nothing unusual about this, it is like a person who overslept, sleeping from early morning until the sun is shining.
But the problem is that Lumian himself is special, he will reset his physical and mental state at six o'clock every morning, and wake up naturally, but now it is autumn, and Trier has to have dawn at seven o'clock in the morning!
He even remembered that there seemed to be an earthquake not long ago, and he thought it was likely that the official extraordinary people were taking action, listening to the surrounding situation, and after making sure that the market area was stable, they continued to sleep on their own.
It was still late at night!
"Either Thermibolos has escaped and I am no longer affected by the power of the 'Man in the Ring', or there has been a change in the market area......" Lumian shrank his body very lightly, leaned against the side of the desk next to the bed, and carefully lifted the corner of the curtain.
He saw familiar everyday scenes, but then noticed a blurry figure floating in mid-air, emitting a shimmering glow.
The faces of those figures were different, but they were all the same dull, empty, indifferent, and detached, and they were somewhat similar to Gabriel, who had been contaminated with Boire's corpse and turned into a monster, and seemed to be able to hide in the cracks of space at any time, staring at reality coldly and calmly.
The monsters of the "hostel" path, they invaded Trier? What about Trier's protective power? No, it didn't feel very strong, more like a product of contamination...... Lumian looked carefully and noticed that the vendors on the street and the pedestrians on the road had a certain sense of emptiness, without exception.
Combined with the wrong time and the sun that was already in the west, Lumian quickly guessed:
I'm not in a real market area!
I was pulled into a strange world, suspected to be the location of the "Hostel", and Mr. "Fool's" seal was inspired by this incident!
Lumian let go of the fingers of his right hand and let the curtain gently lean against the wall, re-sealing the inside and outside.
He rolled over and got out of bed, checked the items on his body, and made sure they were all there.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian arranges the altar, creates a "spiritual wall", prepares to perform ritual magic, and prays to Mr. "The Fool" for help.
After lighting the three candles in turn with spirituality and burning the herbal powder and hydrosol essential oil, he took two steps back and solemnly recited the honorific name of Mr. "The Fool":
"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......"
A faint gray mist suddenly filled the "Spiritual Wall", and the candlelight was dyed blue-black, and the entire altar became eerie and dark.
Lumian once again had that kind of dull thinking, itchy flesh and blood, and it seemed as if there were countless insects crawling under his skin.
Unlike before, he suddenly had a strong premonition of danger, just like the gray mist had an undisguised and unusually obvious malice towards him.
This malice flashed away and resurfaced, not completely disappearing, nor did it become a fact.
It repeats the changes that disappear and become prominent, like a monster in the water constantly stretching its tentacles to the shore, and being dragged back into the deep sea by some force.
Lumian struggled to complete the ceremony, and after waiting for a while, he still did not receive the blessing of the angels or any revelation.
As the influence of the gray mist gradually increased, he had to end the ritual and extinguish the candles.
In the sound of the "spiritual wall" collapsing, Lumian's thoughts returned to normal:
"Sometimes it's malicious, sometimes it's okay...... Is this the 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun' interfering with Mr. 'Fool's response?
"What He can't usually do, is this accumulating strength to fight at a critical moment?
"This shows that things have reached an important juncture......"
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In the Erato district, towering multiple spires dyed the outside of the Monastery of the Sacred Heart, dyed in gold.
The two Major Arcana card holders, "Magician" wearing a white tie shirt and a beige long skirt, and "Justice" in a light blue dress, were staring at the magnificent building.
Next to them, a big golden retriever dog was the same.
Rumbled, the earthquake trembled, and Trier seemed to have a short earthquake.
"Magician" smiled and said:
"It's starting."
They knew that this was a movement in the Deep Valley Monastery and the quarry, and hoped that this would trigger a series of changes and produce a chain reaction, allowing the "Moon Lady" hiding in the Sacred Heart Monastery to come out on their own and start their plan in advance.
In this way, they don't have to break into the Sacred Heart Monastery and offend the "Eternal Sun" Church, and they can directly target the "Moon Lady" and capture this evil god giver who gave birth to the gods.
Under the premise that there are few angel-level evil god dependents in the barrier, "Lady Moon" can be said to represent the "great mother" and represents the strongest power of all the evil god believers in Trier.
If the "Moon Lady" doesn't come out, the "Magician" will take advantage of Trier's chaos to try to temporarily throw this magnificent building complex, this monastery favored by the "Eternal Sun", into a hidden space and forcibly find the target.
"Justice" nodded slightly:
"Actually, I have always felt that there is something abnormal on the side of 'Ms. Moon', and the problem may not be what we guessed, which may cause us to be dragged here.
"But no matter what, we already have a lot of trusted companions, and I believe they can handle even if something goes wrong elsewhere."
"Magician" hummed:
"The two of us alone can't do everything, I believe that companions are both expectations and choices that must be made......"
Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head sideways and looked into the distance.
"What's wrong?" "Justice" asked peacefully.
"Magician" frowned and said:
"The seal fluctuates......
"Mr. 'Fool' also has a revelation, but I'm not sure if it's true or false......"
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After cleaning up the altar, Lumian was about to calm down and think about the current situation and how to connect with the outside world, when he heard two footsteps coming down from upstairs, from far to near.
Is this going to room 207? The lifting of the "spiritual wall" just now made some people here aware of a certain movement? Lumian looked around, grabbed the gap in the wall covered with newspaper, and climbed to the ceiling.
He was like a big spider, relying on the flexibility of a "dancer" and the physical fitness of a "hunter", quietly sticking there, waiting for two people in the corridor to approach.
If they don't find a problem, they will fool it like this, and if they feel something unusual, they will attack immediately.
At this moment, Lumian was very grateful that the Golden Rooster Hotel was quite old, often damaged, and there were traces of repair everywhere, so he was able to grab some bumps, clasp some gaps, and firmly fix his body to the ceiling.
In just over ten seconds, the door of room 207 creaked open.
Lumian's eyes froze, he saw Gabriel's hairline and forehead, and saw the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Behind the playwright, there is a mannequin Safali wearing a long lake blue dress and a detached temperament.
As expected, it was a "hostel"...... Although Lumian didn't know why he arrived at the "hostel" inexplicably, he still felt some excitement while being nervous.
Next, as long as you can hide it from Safari and the others, establish contact with the outside world, and find help, then there is hope of solving the problem!
Gabriel took two steps inward and stopped, he looked around and said to Safali:
"No problem."
Safali said "hmm", looked inside, left the door, and checked the other rooms.
Gabriel followed the mannequin closely, not forgetting to close the door of 207.
When the two of them went up from the second floor, Lumian let go of his hands and feet and gently landed on the floor.
He then pulled over the chair, turned around, sat down, and leaned back to look at the door.
After a few minutes, there were footsteps coming down from the third floor, approaching this side.
Lumian remained motionless, watching the wooden door of the room be gently opened, not surprised at all.
Gabriel's figure appeared there.
"Why did you come in?" The playwright, who had turned into a monster and had a slightly empty expression, asked with some rational concern.
Lumian chuckled:
"I also want to know."
Gabriel entered the room lightly and closed the door.
Wearing a white shirt, dark jacket, black trousers and strapless leather shoes, his face was slightly distorted and his expression showed a bit of pain:
"Get out of here as soon as possible.
"I can't control myself more and more, and I don't know when I will betray you.
"By the way, Jian Na also came in, and now I don't know where she is hiding."
Jane Na also came in? Lumian raised his eyebrows and asked the most important thing first:
"How should I leave?"
Gabriel was about to answer when the door to room 207 creaked and opened again.
Lumian didn't notice it until this time and set his sights there.
Standing at the door was Saffari, who had a plump face, naturally loose brown hair, and brown eyes that hid a unique sense of drift.
Lumian didn't panic and smiled:
"You really know Gabriel."
He seemed calm, but in fact every muscle was tense.
"He is not a person who is good at hiding his thoughts." Saffari replied in an empty voice.
Able to communicate...... Lumian controlled the urge to use the "Hum Ha Technique" and said with emotion:
"I thought you were already a pure monster."
The corners of Safali's mouth curled slightly, and she smiled a little self-deprecatingly with a strong sense of detachment:
"What makes me different from them is that before I became a pure monster, I found that there were still people who really loved me."
Gabriel smiled.
Lumian sighed and said:
"Is this a 'hostel'?"
"Yes." Gabriel answered first.
Lumian glanced at the dimly lit corridor:
"But the room here is not No. 7, No. 12, it's still 207,309."
Saffari looked at Lumian, his expression became more and more erratic, and his voice became more illusory:
"My name here is:
"Room 12."
(End of this chapter)