Chapter 701 Aftermath work
Seeing the speculation of the "magician" lady, Lumian suddenly felt that the ancestor of the Aegus family, the fallen "god of death", was also very legendary:
He seems to have gone mad when he became the true God; He caused a "plague of paleness"; His fall created a violent sea that isolated the northern and southern continents for thousands of years; He has some connection with the mysterious underworld; He buried the "divine" body of the demon king; He left behind a vast Byron Empire with many descendants; The golden mask He made for His descendants to enter and exit the underworld is still contested today......
Lumian took out the golden mask from "Hisoka" from the "Traveler's Bag", rubbed its cold surface, and said with silent emotion:
"This is a real creation of the gods......"
After sighing, Lumian looked at the last two pages of the long letter:
"Speaking of yourself, the underworld Taoist brand on your body only seals the influence of the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on the outside world, and does not eliminate its existence.
"In other words, you can't take Alistair anymore. Tudo's residual aura comes to scare people, but it can still be useful when encountering scenes that require verification of the corresponding 'identity'.
"This situation is good and bad, although you have lost the powerful means to deter others, at least you don't have to worry about using the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' to attract the attention of some high-ranking people, and the imprint of the underworld Taoist may also play a special role.
"Emperor Roselle once said that since you can't resist, try to enjoy it."
Lumian turned over his right hand and turned his gaze to the palm of his hand, compared to the rotten appearance in the dream, there was now only a small piece of paleness left, and a faint red scar was faintly visible under the pale.
"What special effect can it have? Used to intimidate the undead?" Lumian said to himself suspiciously, but had no clue for the time being.
At the end of the letter, Ms. "The Magician" wrote:
"This year's 'Dream Festival' is over, but that special dream and dream tomb have not disappeared, and there will still be a 'Dream Festival' next year.
"At that time, the demon of the House of North and his 'Rose School' allies who confirmed the Tomb this year will likely continue to try, bringing more targeted and powerful items, extraordinaires, or projections.
"Not only will we have to stop it then, but we have to prepare in advance now.
"Also, in order for that special dream to still have a dream projection born and become a guardian, we can't move the town of Tizamo as a whole, so we have to do something for the people here.
"Of course, after completing the last thing, the follow-up questions of the 'Dream Festival' have nothing to do with you, unless you have become an angel by then, but is this too exaggerated?
"The last thing you need to do is to take the semi-finished brass talisman I sent with you, enter that special dream realm, and go to the Black Tomb to perform the following ceremony.
"The complete flow of the ceremony is:
「……」
After carefully reading the ritual description, Lumian confirmed his spiritual state and put away the semi-finished brass talisman.
Then, he took out the golden box containing the strange soil, spread out the letter, and wrote a reply:
"Dear Madam 'Magician',
"I will complete the ceremony as you instruct.
"This is that strange piece of dirt......"
Lumian paused and added:
"Remember to send it back."
This is made of gold!
Thinking of the reward promised to Lugano, thinking of Ludwig's growing appetite, Lumian, who was actually quite wealthy, felt that he needed to save a little.
I don't have to worry about magic potion recipes, extraordinary materials and magical items for the time being, but now I have two whole people!
Moreover, gold is also very important in the occult, and Franka has been accumulating gold in recent months, wanting to sculpt a golden body for the "armor shadow" Chen Tu.
After writing the reply, Lumian arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger.
The messenger still looked cautious, sneaky, and never said a word.
What is this sensed? Lumian was going to ask, but suddenly thought of a possibility:
Could it be because the messenger lady mentioned by the "magician" lady came?
Everyone is a messenger, maybe they know each other, what is the relationship, and that one is an angel......
Lumian closed his mouth and watched as the "doll" messenger returned to the candlelight holding the golden box.
He extinguished the candles, put away the ceremonial items, and walked back to the living room, where he sat opposite Ludwig, who still hadn't eaten half of his food.
Lumian looked at Ludwig wearing a yellow star nightcap on a blue background, smiled and said:
"Lend me something."
Ludwig raised his head, chewed his mouth, and expressed his inquiry with his eyes.
Lumian kept a friendly smile:
"That gold coin just now."
Ludwig lowered his head and focused on nibbling on a piece of beef jerky, as if he hadn't heard what Lumian was saying.
"Only, well, half an hour, it won't cause any harm to it, and it will definitely be returned to you as it is." Lumian sighed and said, "I've been raising a child for a long time, for you to eat and drink......"
Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds, he continued:
"Isn't it worth it for you to lend me lucky gold coins for half an hour?
"When did I deceive you?"
"Often." Ludwig replied vaguely.
He raised his head again, stared at Lumian for a few seconds, and then took out the Rune gold coin from his pocket:
"Twenty minutes at most."
"Deal!" Lumian smiled brightly and quickly took the lucky coin.
In order to save spirituality, he did not "teleport" and quickly sneaked through the shadows and came to the house of "Hiso" Tewanakor.
Both Robert and Armandina have left.
Lumian found a seat and sat down, leaning against the wall, and quickly fell asleep using meditation.
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In the realm of special dreams, in the primeval jungle.
Lumian used the shadows in the darkness to come all the way to the edge of the dream, in a chaotic zone.
He thought for a while, got out of the shadows, and put on the golden mask made by the "god of death".
In the cold erosion and heavy pressure, Lumian saw a fragment of a dream with a black tomb and a path to it.
He quickly arrived at his destination, where the corpses had disappeared, leaving only the black boulder-like tomb standing quietly.
Lumian took off his mask, made a brief observation, and used a raised tree root as an altar, placed candles, essential oils, herbal powders, cauldrons, semi-finished brass charms, etc., and processed them one by one according to the description in the letter of the "magician".
Finally, Lumian placed the lucky gold coin between the two candles corresponding to Mr. "The Fool".
He did not create a "spiritual wall", but directly lit the candle in the order from God to Man, from left to right, and took two steps back.
Lumian looked at the burning candle and chanted in a low voice in ancient Hermes:
"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious lord above the gray mist, the yellow and black king who is in charge of good luck......"
Silently, a faint gray mist permeated from the void, enveloping the area where the black tomb was located and the entire special dream.
Lumian's left chest was slightly hot, so that his mind was not dulled, and his body showed no signs of disintegration.
He quickly took two steps forward, burned the corresponding essential oil hydrosol and herbal powder, and placed the semi-finished brass talisman in the center of the altar.
Then, Lumian straightened up and said in Hermis as he stepped back:
"I pray to you;
"I pray that you will give this charm power;
"Pray that you will let this power take control of this dream ......"
After reciting all the remaining spells and completing the remaining steps of the ritual, Lumian saw the lucky gold coin light up, one of the two candles representing Mr. "The Fool" turned dim and the other was stained brass.
Immediately afterwards, the gloom and brass candlelight were entangled and fell on the half-finished brass talisman.
The brass talisman lit up with a dazzling light, and Lumian couldn't help but close his eyes.
By the time he adapted to opening his eyes, the brass talisman had disappeared, and the soil, stones, and roots in front of the black tomb rolled upwards, forming a tombstone-like thing.
On the "tombstone", the ancient Fussak words are highlighted one after another:
"All beings are equal before the law, even angels can be killed by ordinary people.
"Lost items are considered abandoned.
"You can do anything during the 'Dream Festival', but you can't kill or rape.
"Murderer dies.
"The rapist dies.
「……」
This...... What kind of power is this? It's a bit like the "Arbiter" path...... Next time in the "Dream Festival", you can't kill people? Angels can also be hurt by me? Lumian didn't expect that this was what Ms. "Magician" had to prepare.
He quickly packed his belongings and planned to leave the area.
When he finally looked at the "tombstone", Lumian suddenly had some ideas.
He smiled and took out a card from the "traveler's bag", bent down and placed it on the ground under the "tombstone".
It was a tarot card depicting a man in green holding a scepter against six scepters attacking from the foot of the mountain.
Minor Arcana card, "Seven of Wands"!
Lumian didn't know if this tarot card representing him could stay in the dream and in front of the "tombstone", he just wanted to try it, after all, he had never done this after becoming a member of the "Tarot Club".
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Back in the real world, Lumian reached into the "Traveler's Bag" and checked it.
The half-finished brass charm disappeared unexpectedly, as did the Minor Arcana card "Seven of Wands".
"The rules of the special dream are indeed a little different......" Lumian nodded thoughtfully, returned to the Briu Hotel, and returned the lucky gold coin to Ludwig.
Then, Lumian walked out into the street, in the dark, passing through Camus, Rhea, Lugano and others who were busy saving and healing, all the way to the Church of St. Xian.
All the candles in the church were lit, but only Father Cali was the only one.
Dressed in a white robe with gold thread, he knelt before the altar and emblem, his head bowed, and his expression was painfully repentant.
Lumian walked in step by step, sat down on a seat in the front row, and looked at Father Kali quietly, not disturbing him.
ps: In addition to the nickname, the version number of the mystery game has come down, so there is no need to call it a code name anymore, and I hope that the gameplay of the playing method can be deepened in the future.
(End of this chapter)