"Then, can you eat that too?" After a few seconds, Lugano stammered.
What happens when you eat it, what changes?
Will you give birth to that Son of God?
Lumian glanced at Lugano's arm and said:
"What can't you eat?"
Lugano suddenly had a strong phantom pain again, and shook his head repeatedly:
"No, no need!"
He wanted to stay away from Ludwig and Lumian, but he couldn't think of an excuse for a while.
Ludwig swallowed the cheese bread in his mouth before saying slowly:
"Top quality ingredients don't require a lot of combinations and seasonings.
"We just need to give it some symbols.
"This includes nine staple ingredients: wheat, oats, rye, rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, cassava, and any type of legume.
"Cook them with the remains of the umbilical cord in milk or goat's milk for half an hour, and enjoy.
"This staple food is called 'Source of Life'."
Are you cooking or performing occult rituals...... Lumian heard a scolding.
Of course, the "chef" of the "gourmet" path prepares alcoholic beverages, cooks various dishes, and indeed performs the corresponding occult rituals in essence.
Lumian asked thoughtfully:
"Actually, it's okay not to have these nine ingredients, as long as it satisfies the concept of staple food ingredients and the corresponding quantity?
"Similarly, can you use other milk?"
Ludwig shook his head:
"No, this method is the best."
I mean, what I just said can satisfy the final effect, but the taste is not good? As expected of a "gourmet" approach, it does have a bit of a gastronomic pursuit...... Lumian stood up and ordered Lugano to buy some of the ingredients.
——Lumian's "Traveler's Bag" is filled with dry food that can be eaten by taking it out.
It was almost noon when Lumian and Lugano returned one after another, watching Ludwig put the staple food ingredients and the remains of Omibella's umbilical cord into a stew pot containing hundreds of milliliters of milk.
These steps need to be completed by the "chef" himself, giving them magic to induce the specified specialties in the ingredients, and keep them within a certain level for easy absorption, and replace them with someone else to do it, which will either have no effect or turn the food into poison.
After simmering for a while, Lumian smelled the scent of starch and milk, and saw a noticeable milky white water vapor filling above the crow.
The steam did not spread, but condensed in mid-air, and over time, slowly settled, all retracting into the pot.
A tempting smell with a bit of blood wafted out.
At this time, Ludwig looked sideways at Lumian, licked his lower lip and said:
"Do you want sugar or salt?"
"Will it make a difference?" Lumian asked cautiously.
Ludwig replied solemnly:
"The taste will be different, one is sweet and the other is salty.
"Which one do you prefer?"
Seeing this, Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked with a smile:
"Which one do you prefer?"
"I can't eat it......" Ludwig said with a regretful face, "The sweet one is delicious, and the salty one is also delicious, if it can be divided into two parts, one sweet and one salty, it would be great......"
As he spoke, the little boy seemed to be stimulated, sprinkled some salt like a tantrum, and threw some sugar grains into it.
Lumian looked at it amusedly, without stopping it.
For him, the taste of the "source of life" is not important, but its effect.
Finally, Ludwig asked Lugano to extinguish the flames and get the contents of the stew pot out.
It was a palm-sized piece of starch condensate that looked white, soft, waxy and sticky.
The surface of this food was covered with red patches, as if blood was overflowing from the inside.
"It's ready to eat." Ludwig tried hard not to drool.
"One bite will have an effect, or do you have to eat it all?" Lumian seemed to have returned to the days when he was studying various experiments, and his questions often made Aurore angry.
"All." Ludwig looked disappointed.
Lumian picked up the piece of food, which was still steaming and seemed a little hot, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
Sweet and salty, salty and sweet, the unique taste makes Lumian no longer have a psychological burden, and he ate the "Source of Life" in a few bites.
"It will be effective after a while?" Lumian, who had already made up his mind, asked a little impatiently.
Ludwig pointed to the master bedroom:
"I still need you to sleep."
I still need to get some sleep...... Lumian left the dining table, returned to his room, and lay down on the bed.
He closed his eyes and felt his body slowly warm up, and then his spirit became heavier and heavier......
In the darkness, Lumian heard a low sob.
He turned his head to the side and carefully discerned the situation of the voice.
It was a little girl crying and whispering:
"Mom...... Mom......
The voice gradually grew louder, more mature, and more and more poignant:
"Mom! Mom!"
The cry was getting closer and closer, as if it was ringing in Lumian's ears and in his body:
"Mom! Mom!"
In my body...... Lumian was shocked, regained himself, and regained his thoughts.
The darkness in front of his eyes shattered, and the sunlight pierced his eyes.
Lumian sat up and completely got rid of the dream just now.
The shout of "Mom, Mom, Mom" still echoed in his mind.
I heard the cry of the Son of God? Lumian looked down at himself.
He stripped naked and found nothing unusual, but he knew clearly that he was somehow different and indescribably different from before.
Lumian didn't feel the gaze from the "Great Mother", but this was even more vigilant.
Dressed and out of the room, Lumian saw Lugano sneakily looking this way.
"No, are you okay?" Lugano, who was caught in a serious position, asked reflexively.
Lumian laughed:
"Don't worry, I will not become the 'Great Mother' Son of God."
Seeing Lugano looking at his belly, Lumian added:
"Nor did he conceive him."
After saying that, he ignored Lugano, who was still secretly worried, and walked out of the apartment directly.
The afternoon sun was just right, and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that there was nothing to do in the past two days and go somewhere to squat.
That place is the Trier Catacombs.
Knowing that Harrison on Easter Island could appear in places involving death, darkness, dusk, and decaying powers, Lumian's first thoughts were the Festival of Dreams and the Catacombs of Trier.
This is all unique in that it is full of death and dark wonders.
……
The first floor of the catacombs leads to the "Entrance to the Old Ossuary" below.
Lumian held a lit white candle and sat next to a withered scattered bone, quietly observing every visitor who went to the depths of the catacombs and those who returned from the depths of the catacombs.
Not long after, several people who looked like college students passed by and found Lumian sitting side by side with the bones in the tomb.
The leader was a tall and thin man wearing glasses, and he asked Lumian curiously:
"Why are you sitting here?"
Lumian replied casually:
"I've been to the lower floors many times, and I'm no longer interested, I want to sit here now, quietly observe everyone and every corpse passing by, and see which ones have never left."
"Sounds interesting." The college students held white candles and discussed for a while, and decided to sit here too to see if those returning from the depths of the tomb had faces of fear.
The tall and thin man with glasses chose to sit on the other side of Lumian, and he chatted familiarly:
"You say, is it really an accident not to light white candles here?"
Lumian glanced sideways at him and laughed:
"You can give it a try, so we know the result."
Without waiting for several college students to respond, Lumian said in a leisurely tone:
"I didn't believe in these things before, but later I ......"
Speaking of this, he suddenly lowered his voice.
The two women in the group of college students blurted out:
"What happened later?"
"Later...... Lumian showed a reminiscing expression, "I met a person who met the ghost of Monsouri, do you know the legend of the ghost of Monsouri?"
The college students nodded at the same time.
You guys really know the various horror legends of Trier very well...... As expected of a common creature in the underground trier - college students...... Lumian sighed and said:
"His immediate family members were dead, and he thought he could get rid of it, but then one day, when I went to find him, I found him hanging himself on a window frame.
"Since then, I have been strictly following every rule of Underground Trier."
Those college students looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little scared by the story told by Lumian, a peer.
"It seems that this candle really can't be extinguished." The tall and thin glasses college student said with a regretful face.
Lumian lowered his voice again:
"Have you ever encountered that kind of thing?
"There are obviously extra books, quilts, and clothes in the dormitory that do not belong to you, but the administrator tells you that no one else lives here."
Two college students changed their expressions, as if they had heard the most terrible ghost story.
They asked as if they were drowning to survive:
"Yes, there is such a thing, do you know why?"
Lumian shook his head and sighed:
"I heard that they were all people who blew out the candles here, they disappeared completely, and no one remembered them."
Hearing this, the tall and thin glasses college student instinctively shuddered.
He suddenly felt something pat him on the shoulder.
He turned his head to look and found that it was a white skeletal palm.
"Ah!" He screamed and jumped up suddenly.
Lumian took back the white bone palm he had picked up from nowhere, and mocked with a bright smile:
"You are so timid!
"Are you scared of this?"
Several college students were stunned, and after a while they held on and said:
"No!
"It was just a stress reaction just now!"
When they seriously considered whether to surround and beat the scary bastard, a man walked up the stone stairs leading to the second floor.
The man was wearing a blue shirt. Wearing yellow trousers, his face was deeply wrinkled, his white hair was sparse and dry, and he was holding a short burning white candle in his hand.
This is an old tomb keeper.
Lumian frowned slightly.
He had seen the tomb keeper in the huge tomb where the Samaritan Woman's Fountain was located, and the other party did not use white candles at that time.
ps: Double the period to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)