The confluence of the Serenzo and Lane rivers creates a fertile river valley in the Trier region, with villages and estates dotted like jewels, strung together to form the most beautiful and expensive necklace in the entire Intes.
Vival Town is a town on the edge of the Trier region, both in terms of geographical location and product resources, it is quite ordinary and has never been valued.
In the small basement theater of the Hare Cafe, there is currently no puppet show, but there are still twenty or thirty spectators.
Some of them were obviously townspeople, and some seemed to have just arrived from the surrounding villages, and there were still a lot of mud spots on their trouser legs.
Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, Dalbero, the owner of the café standing in the middle of the stage, looked around, raised the black and white photo in his hand and said:
"Niel's posthumous photo, you have already seen it clearly just now.
"He tried to betray us, and then, the great 'God of Disease' sent punishment."
In that photo, a man in his thirties had wide eyes and frozen, his face was obviously ulcerated one after another, and Bai Sensen's bones could already be seen in many places.
Dalbero was a typical Intes gentleman, with beautiful blue eyes, short curly brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and a rosy but thin face, which made him popular with ladies.
But at this time, his expression was extremely gloomy and cold, and his eyes swept over the faces of every "sick god" believer.
The people he saw couldn't help but lower their heads and muttered to themselves:
"Welcome the god of illness and drive away the disease!
"Welcome the god of illness and drive away the disease!"
Dalbero finally withdrew his gaze, nodded lightly and said:
"Diseases have long been sprinkled throughout the world, and because of the grace of the great 'God of Disease', they have not gnawed at most of humanity, but only dealt with such people who have turned their backs on the gods.
"I saw with my own eyes that Niel died in pain and regret, tormented by an incurable disease to the point of collapse.
"You must remember that piety is the best medicine, and piety can keep you away from disease!"
After completing the daily sermon and accepting the offerings of each believer, Dalbero asked the parishioners to leave in batches so as not to attract attention.
He then went back to his bedroom upstairs and put his newly acquired money in a safe made of metal.
After doing all this, Dalbero was about to walk to the door when he suddenly saw a strange change in himself reflected in the full-length mirror.
The person in the mirror quickly became a woman, a woman in a black robe and without a hood pulled up.
The woman looked like she was about twenty years old, her black hair was like a waterfall, each strand was shiny, but a little thicker than normal, and her eyes were like lakes on a plateau, clear, bright, and dreamy, making Dalbero's soul seem to be immersed in it.
For a moment, Dalbero forgot his surprise, his guard, his fear, and just watched the lady in the mirror walk out and walk in front of him, feeling that his dream had finally come true.
"Oh, the goddess of my dreams, the angel more beautiful than the whole Trier Valley, my soul, my heart, is there anything I can do for you?" Dalbero reflexively praised the other party and expressed the burning heat in his heart.
You Trier...... Even if you believe in evil gods, receive gifts, and alienate your personality, it will not affect you to bloom your tail feathers like male peacocks on such occasions? Lumian showed a not-so-obvious smile:
"Are you the 'disease messenger'?"
Franka has obtained some information related to the "God of Disease" from "007" and knows the names of multiple gift sequences.
Among them, sequence 9 is the "patient", also known as the "ulcerative patient", sequence 8 is the "secretary", sequence 7 is the "moth", also known as the "corruptor", sequence 6 is the "disease messenger", sequence 5 is the "son of decay", and sequence 4 is the "mortal man".
Dalbero suddenly became excited, relying on his belief in the "God of Disease" to break free from the charm of the beauty in front of him.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." He knew that he should find a way to get out of contact, or take action suddenly to control the other party, but he was reluctant to do so.
Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and said:
"Do you want to hear how I got here?
"First, use the 'magic mirror divination' to determine the general range, then sneak into the officials, get the data of the dead in recent years, make a before and after comparison, and then invite extraordinary people who are not easy to be noticed to bars and other places to inquire about anyone who has been seriously ill but suddenly recovered in the past few months, and finally, go to the hospital morgue to inspect the deceased during this period.
"Perhaps with the blessing of the gods, I was lucky enough to find Niel dead with festering all over his body.
"That doctor and the two nurses are both believers in the 'God of Disease', right? Relying on them, similar punishments have never been exposed, and then there is no problem in 'helping' to apply for cremation."
Dalbero swallowed his saliva with difficulty and complications:
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
"I'm a witch, you know what a witch is, right?" Lumian asked with a smile.
Dalbero suddenly realized:
"Know a little, no wonder ......"
No wonder there is such a big charm!
Just by looking at your appearance, body, and temperament, you want to believe in it!
Although the sect has always emphasized that witches are enemies, it is not impossible to establish contact, as long as the current interests are aligned, any force can cooperate for a short time!
"Then you should also know that our witch sect is officially classified as a cult and is being attacked everywhere." Lumian said helplessly with his eyes, "We can't stay in Trier anymore, and we want to cooperate with you."
"Cooperation?" Dalbero was willing in his heart, but he still retained the most basic vigilance based on his belief in the "God of Disease".
"Yes, I originally hoped to be blessed by the great 'Sick God' in the future, and He was even willing to become the companion of the 'Sick God'." Lumian said with a smile.
Without waiting for Dalbero to respond, he raised his chin slightly and said:
"Report to your boss, you definitely can't make the decision on this matter."
Dalbero suddenly felt aggrieved, and an impulse arose:
Kill your boss, become a boss, and then get qualified to talk about cooperation with the beautiful witch in front of you!
How could she look down on her?
The last sanity allowed Dalbero to control himself, and he said sincerely:
"I, I will find an opportunity to report."
What he meant was that I couldn't be under your watch, and I had to change to a safer environment.
Lumian nodded slightly and smiled:
"Are you quietly spreading the disease, trying to weaken me and control me?"
Dalbero's face instantly turned red, and he stammered and said hesitantly:
"This, it's just an instinctive choice.
"You came too suddenly, I have to do it."
"I can understand." Lumian smiled and said, "But I have to remind you that disease has no effect on witches."
After saying that, his figure suddenly faded and disappeared in front of Dalbero.
This is just a projection of Lumian descending on the world in the mirror!
"She's so nice, she reminded me ......" Dalbero looked at the full-length mirror in the room and the position where the witch was standing just now, feeling that there was still a faint fragrance in the air.
After a delay of ten or twenty seconds, he barely got rid of his current state, looked at the bright sunshine outside, quickly left the master bedroom, came to the study, and opened a secret room.
There was nothing in the secret room, the walls were bare, the paint was mottled, and there were signs of decay.
Dalbero lit a white candle, locked the door of the secret room, and carefully examined the situation around him.
After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he knelt down on his knees and pretended to pray guiltily.
Immediately afterwards, he recited in a language that was ancient and vicissitudes, and even its own semantics seemed to be passing away:
"Messenger of Fall and Corruption, Testimony of the End of Mankind, Child of Decay and Disease, Palm of the God of Decay, Great 'God of Disease'......"
He was praying and praying to his boss, and the first few sentences were all pointing to the other party, but the sentence "sick god" was not—his boss deliberately borrowed the name of the god he believed in in order to hide his real name, saying that he could respond to the description of the first four sentences and the current environment.
In Dalbero's devout chanting, the secret room, which was already only dimly lit by candlelight, became more and more dim, and the candle was shaking and about to go out.
Meanwhile, in a room in the house opposite the Hare Cafe.
Lumian held a plain silver mirror that reflected the café and the buildings above it.
In reality, pedestrians come and go on the street, and there are not many customers in the café, but in the mirror, only the corresponding buildings and rooms exist, and there are no traces of humans and other creatures.
No, there is one.
Somewhere in the mirror of the building, in a secret room without windows, Dalbero was kneeling in prayer in prayer before the increasingly dim and dim candlelight.
In reality, the secret room in the house still exists, but there are no lit candles or Dalbero.
When Dalbero finished reciting his name, Lumian immediately felt a message trying to get out of the mirror and establish some kind of occult connection.
He did not stop it, nor did he exert influence.
Soon, Dalbero heard a low hoarse voice:
"What's the matter?"
Dalbeiro immediately reported:
"A witch found me and sought cooperation on behalf of the Witch Sect."
"Witch......" Dalbero suddenly heard his boss scolding angrily, "Fool, damn it!"
Belch...... Before Dalbero could come to his senses, his body rotted rapidly, and severe pain pierced his mind.
He must have died.
But before that, Lumian in the real world had sensed that his intention was following the occult connection he had established earlier into the mirror world and landed on Dalbero.
He immediately stretched out his right hand and stroked the surface of the silver mirror.
Ideas from afar suddenly leave traces in the mirror world.
Franka beside him was holding another mirror, using this to ask about his spirituality as a "magic mirror divination":
"Where is the source of the traces......
"Where is the source of the traces......
「……」
In the blink of an eye, Franka's mirror reflected a scene:
Dark, closed, it seems to be the inside of a coffin, and there seems to be a body that has not yet completely decomposed.
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(End of this chapter)