In the thick fog, Lumian stared at the oil lamp, ready to light it and see what would happen.
In the end, he controlled himself and did not take this risk.
Before the critical moment is reached, and the situation is still in a state of chaos and is not clear enough, Lumian believes that any high-risk decision is not wise enough.
At the same time, he did not intend to take away the oil lamp and use it with Albus. Since the "Iron Blood Cross" put the oil lamp here and did not send anyone to take care of it, it means that they are not worried about the loss of the oil lamp, or they still have many similar oil lamps, and they will lose them if they lose them.
——According to Lumian's observation, the light butter in the oil lamp is likely not from the "Predator" and "Desperate Witch", and there is a certain difference from the corpse oil candle, which should be just a mixture of "hunter" and "witch" in the middle sequence.
"Although it will be much less effective than the corpse oil candle, it should also be useful in the Morora underground similar to Quaternary Trier...... Lumian reached into the "Traveler's Bag".
If you can't light it and take it away, it doesn't mean he can't do anything.
He planned to add something extra to this oil lamp, so that the "Iron-Blooded Cross" gang would encounter an unpredictable accident during the ceremony!
Lumian took out the old bloodstain powder of the "Devil Wizard", the ice lemon fish fillets, the rage potion from the "Night Party" and the bark potion of the same origin.
He placed them on a half-height stone platform, took a little bit of each, mixed them together, and kneaded them into a brown "mud ball" the size of a normal human knuckle.
"What is this called? This is called a cocktail!" Lumian chuckled, put all the ingredients back into the "traveler's bag", then took out Mr. K's fingers, cut off a little flesh from it, and wrapped it in the brown "mud ball" surface.
This is a preparation for the inspection of the "Iron Blood Cross" - the "Iron Blood Cross", which uses "hunters" as the main route, cannot fail to do certain inspections before using oil lamps to confirm whether there is a problem, after all, the oil lamps have not been under their close supervision for a long time.
And in Morora, Lumian didn't have to worry about using Mr. K's finger like this, which would make the other party sense.
Looking at the small "mud ball" stained with blood, Lumian dug out a little yellowish and reddish thing from his corpse oil candle and applied it to the "mud ball".
Double disguise and similar but higher-level and divine items can hide the nose and eyes of the group of "hunters"!
When the "mud ball" was dyed with a pale yellowish and reddish color, Lumian looked at the corpse oil candle carefully and comforted himself:
"If this little is missing, it shouldn't affect the number of uses......"
After putting away the corpse oil candle, Lumian picked up the oil lamp on the half-height stone platform, pulled out the wick that looked like black hair was entangled, and sank the pale yellow and reddish "mud balls" into the semi-solidified grease little by little, leaving them in their predetermined positions.
Seeing that the pale yellowish and reddish color on the surface of the "mud ball" interacted with the surrounding light butter grease as expected, and fusion occurred, so that the blood color became lighter and lighter, leaving only the last little, but this was hidden deep in the grease, observed from the outside, there was no trace, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wick, and slowly inserted it into the semi-solidified and half-liquid light butter grease.
After repeated adjustments, the position and condition of the wick finally met Lumian's requirements.
He could already imagine the situation at that time:
The oil lamp burns at the beginning in the normal part, at most mixed with a little divine corpse oil, which will only make the effect of the ritual better and make the members of the "Iron Blood Cross" more immersed in the corresponding senses.
This lasts for twenty or thirty seconds, and then the corpse oil candle part burns.
It will bring more than ten times or dozens of times the secret experience of the original oil lamp, and it will be fatal to some members of the "Iron Blood Cross" who are not strong enough.
Of course, this may bring good changes to the remaining members of the "Iron-Blooded Cross", but the corpse oil candle part is very small, and the burning will quickly enter the messy pile of materials wrapped in Mr. K's flesh and blood.
Lumian himself did not know what kind of impact this would bring, but he was sure that it would definitely go in the direction of deterioration.
"Just smoke this, this is great." Lumian remembered the South Continent's evaluation of East Bai Langyan, and said with a smile to the imaginary "Iron Blood Cross" members.
Immediately afterwards, he dealt with the various traces left on the oil lamp and cleaned up the gravel at the scene.
Following the fading scent of different perfumes, Lumian found the right path back to the basement rift from the thick fog and slowly left the area.
He immediately turned into a shadow creature, quietly returned to the "Carnivore" bar, and pretended to be asleep to prevent Albus. Medici and Gusin and others raided.
At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian was in high spirits again.
He rolled over from the bed, moved his neck, and laughed in a low voice:
"Didn't come?
"Albus, they didn't come, and Vanak didn't come, is it because they think I have 'teleportation', not on a special battlefield, or no special items, even if the raid is successful, they can't kill me?
"Hehe, you are too hesitant and too cautious, now I have a shadow again, I am not afraid of the sun, and I can block another fatal attack......"
Lumian opened the curtains, looked at the brighter morning light, and turned his gaze to the books from the Church of Knowledge placed in the corner of the desk.
He instinctively felt a headache and frowned.
He resisted reading, learning, and fell into an unspeakable struggle.
If there were only a few books, Lumian would be very motivated, read very seriously and attentively, and could eliminate all distractions, but thinking that after reading these books and thousands of books on three shelves, he felt depressed and didn't want to start.
After more than ten seconds, Lumian raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, sighed, and said to himself silently:
"Forget it, since '0-01' is sealed by the Church of Knowledge, let's respect knowledge.
"Anyway, there is nothing else for the time being, we need to wait for Albus and Julie to take further actions to spy on opportunities and directions......"
Lumian sat down, leaned on the back of the chair, rested his feet on the edge of the desk, and read the books assigned by Hraberg in a very comfortable position that could tip over at any time.
He had read the first two or three chapters before, and he didn't find anything worth paying attention to and pondering, so he planned to study it in depth this time.
Looking at it, Lumian's expression gradually changed a little.
He was so immersed in reading that he almost lost track of time until Leeds knocked on the door and told him it was time for breakfast.
"Okay." Lumian nodded, put down the book he was reading without any abnormality on the surface, got up and walked out of the room.
When he was about to reach the door, he saw that Liz had turned into the stairs, and he turned halfway, glanced back at the books on the table, and a suspicious expression appeared on his face.
There is really very important knowledge in these books!
He is currently reading one book intensively and roughly flipping through several others, but he has already found a lot of content similar to the details in the "0-01" sealed materials, and it is accompanied by more detailed explanations!
"If you really want to finish reading the books on those three bookshelves and pass the exam, it is really possible to find opportunities to get close to '0-01' from the operation of the overall seal, and use the principle of sealing to protect yourself when you touch that artifact......
"Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth, knowledge hides the answer to everything......" Lumian retracted his gaze, his eyes flashed and his thoughts flashed into the corridor, and he turned to the stairs.
The problem now is that this kind of knowledge will obviously bring contamination, just like the sealed data of "0-01", Lumian is worried that the more he masters, the closer he gets to "0-01", and eventually becomes its puppet.
"Also, if I had been reading these books very intently, I would probably have made Albus, Julie, Gussing, Varnack, and others suspicious, and I would have gone to the Church of Knowledge to borrow a few copies, and then I would lose my first-mover advantage...... I have to wander aimlessly for a while every day, do things against them, dig some traps for them, fight wits and courage with them, and package the appearance that I was just too bored to read a book for a while......" A smile gradually appeared on Lumian's face.
He finished the stairs and set his sights on Julie sitting on a high stool in front of the bar.
The "witch" looked quite well-behaved in a white shirt and a long black dress, but she gently shook her waist and let the high stool spin around while eating a ham and tomato sandwich made by Leeds.
She glanced back at Lumian and continued to say to Lies:
"I only think about finding what I lost from other men when I was in a particularly bad mood.
"And you, your cooking skills have conquered me, and I recognize your qualifications to continue to have that thing, as long as you don't come over when my emotions are exploding, I won't do anything to you."
This is one of the reasons why you "witches" like to turn your lovers into "witches"? Lumian sat down next to Julie and said to Liz with a smile:
"What are you talking about?"
Liz licked his lower lip and said:
"She asked me if I was curious about what the meat of the 'witch' tasted like, so she specially cut a small piece for me, grilled and eaten really delicious, rich in fat, and chewy meat, and then talked about the topic just now."
Lumian glanced at Julie and noticed that there were bandage marks on her left shoulder, and there was some blood on her shirt.
It's really cut...... One dares to cut and the other dares to do, the mental state and inner world of the two of us, I am ashamed of myself...... Lumian said "heh" and asked Julie directly:
"What idea do you want to make?"
Julie's face showed two shallow dimples:
"I want to learn cooking from Leeds."
She looked forward to it.
Made for Salisto? You "witches"...... Lumian shook his head, focusing on his breakfast.
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Trier, Memorial Parish, 9 Orosay Street, 702 Apartments.
Franka received a reply from Ms. "Judgment", which began with the words:
"Mr. 'Star' agreed to give support for the potion formula and extraordinary materials in stages on Amandina's matter, but he doesn't need money or resources, he just wants you to help with something."
"Me? What can I do to help Mr. 'Star'?" Franka fell into deep thought.
(End of this chapter)