Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Lumian's original plan was to go to the Mason Cafe before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, lest he would not know where to escape after an accident during treatment tomorrow, but the matter of Baron Brignel delayed him. For a lot of time, I had to go to Aosta first. Trier, go to the botanical garden in the afternoon.

Aosta was still in the same place, next to the edge of the underground cemetery, leaning against a stone pillar, and lit a bonfire.

Hearing the footsteps approaching slowly from a distance, he raised his head in a hooded black robe and looked at the visitor.

His expression, which he thought would bring him a fortune, suddenly froze.

"You must have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place. Aren't you afraid that they will find you?"

Aosta said with a "hehe" smile: "Most of the time, it's not actually a lie. As a 'secret prayer', an extraordinary person in the true sense, I use my own spirituality to do divination for them. It can't be called a lie at all." My divination results are much more accurate than most people in the Occult Club!

"Other times, it must be different people using different methods. If they are really exposed, they can use words to make up for it."

"How to make up for it?" Lumian smiled.

Aosta coughed: Lumian smiled thoughtfully and said, "On the matter of the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman, you promised too easily and too clearly."

Aosta's expression suddenly fell: "Yes, I was forced too eagerly by Baron Brignel. I wish I could get the money on the spot." But I believe this can't deceive you either. You are the most powerful person I have ever seen. The cautious Lumian smiled and shook his head: "You really chose the wrong path."

Aosta did not dare to take up the topic and asked instead: Lumian smiled lowly and said, "My intuition told me so."

At the same time, he couldn't help but sneered. Aosta looked at Lumian with more and more fear.

It became increasingly difficult for him to guess which path and sequence this dangerous guy belonged to. Not only did he seem to be able to fight, but he was also spiritually strong and had an intuition that was almost premonition-like.

Lumian felt the warmth brought by the campfire and asked casually, "How did you join that occult party?"

Aosta showed a reminiscing expression: "Everyone comes to Trier with hope. Those painters dream of having their works selected by living artists' exhibitions, but most of them fail." Or, every year some people can’t stand this kind of blow and go crazy or commit suicide.” More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from West Dilis Province with the desire to make a fortune. I had a leaky attic, climbed over scaffolding, entered a factory, smuggled underground books, and worked as a soda vendor. Although I was lucky and saved some money, it became clearer to me every year that I would never become a soda hawker. Rich people cannot own their own houses, have breakfast leisurely at home while reading newspapers, and wait until the time is almost up before going out to work.

"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Psychic" and "Utopia". Haha, maybe I still had fantasy, thinking that I could gain powerful extraordinary power overnight and completely change my destiny, so I began to participate frequently. Meetings of like-minded people, well, those magazines will publish the corresponding information.

"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in a fan club suddenly came to me and asked me if I wanted to attend a party involving truly extraordinary powers. I couldn't refuse, and you know what happened next."

Lumian listened very quietly and did not interrupt Aosta's story.

When the other party stopped, he asked: "That friend of yours is the convener of the party?"

"No." Aosta shook his head, "The convener who calls himself 'Mr. K' always wears a big hood, almost covering his entire face."

"Mr. K..." Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, what abilities has he shown? Aosta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it."

"However, after I became a "Secret Prayer", when I met him again, I felt like facing the shadows and the darkness deep underground. I think he should be very strong. "It sounds very strong. I don't know who is more powerful than the curate or Mrs. Poialis...

Lumian muttered to himself silently and asked curiously, "Do you have any special feelings when you face me?"

"No, but you have a dangerous air about you that scares me more than Baron Brignelle."

"fine."

Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.

Lumian did not continue the topic, and instead asked if it felt a bit real... Lumian did not ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta: "I will come back to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."

"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be disadvantageous to him now, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at being able to send this dangerous guy away.

It is impossible for normal humans to get used to staying with tigers!

On the way back to the ground, Lumian passed by the entrance of the underground catacombs with a carbide lamp in hand, and once again saw the arch carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols.

After glancing at the words "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!", Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate that separated the inside and outside.

At this moment, a figure turned out from behind the huge stone arch and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"

The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He was an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles.

His pale yellow eyes were slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lumian.

"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked like a foreigner who was ignorant and simple.

The old man looked him over and over: "You have to go up there to buy a ticket first, and then bring a white candle over."

"I have a friend who is buried there. Do I still need to buy a ticket to pay homage to him?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.

"You're not a college student in Memorial Hall, are you?" Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of lies to sneak into the tomb, sing, dance, and hold banquets in the ossuary!

"Go in, remember to bring a lit white candle like those guys, this is my only request!"

Lumian used to worry that if he could get into college, his behavior style would be too different from that of his classmates. Now it seems that this is a completely unnecessary worry.

Those students are crazier than him!

"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll come back next time with a white candle."

The old man nodded happily.

Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired road towards the stairs leading to the ground.

More than a hundred meters later, he suddenly spotted a dark shadow from the corner of his eye.

The black figure hunched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.

At a glance, Lumian felt that it was not an entity but almost an illusion.

Subconsciously, Lumian raised the carbide lamp and cast the blue-yellow light over it.

The black shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Lumian quickly looked around and found nothing.

His chin enlarged and his expression became extremely solemn.

A few seconds later, Lumian laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight, and laughed so hard that he almost shed tears: "Haha, come on, come on! I want to see how you make me kill all my immediate family members. I also died mysteriously!"

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