Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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The flame of the orange candle, which symbolized the object of prayer, swayed, as if being blown by the invisible wind. Other than that, it neither became blue nor dyed with other colors. It was ordinary and harmonious. There was no difference before.

Vaguely, Lumian felt some strange movement in his soul, as if he heard a call from afar, directed at his spiritual body.

He was temporarily unable to respond and continued to recite the following incantation: I pray to you; I pray to you to give me the prophecy potion... In this ritual magic, you cannot use words such as help make it, it must be Gift or given.

As the Hermes words were spoken out one by one, Lumian's spiritual energy seemed to be shaken, causing ripples, which brought about a feeling of elevation and dizziness.

He took a step forward, glanced at the water monster meat, lizard eyes, ash hyacinth herbs and other materials, picked up the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols, and put it close to the orange candle that represented the object of prayer. .

After the imitation vellum paper was ignited and placed in the natural depression of the stone that served as the altar, Lumian picked up tulip powder and other materials in turn and sprinkled them into the firelight.

The mixed strange fragrance soon filled the spiritual wall, and Lumian seemed to have some hallucinations in front of his eyes.

He saw various mysterious symbols originally painted on imitation parchment. They stood out in the void, constantly moving, constantly reorganizing, and constantly changing the overall state.

Lumian stepped back again, looked at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermes: Tulips, the herb of destiny, please transfer your power to my spell.

As Lumian said the last word, the ripples generated in his soul overlapped, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candlelight as long as he stretched out his palm. At the same time, there was a slight burning sensation in his chest, a faint buzzing in his ears, and his head felt dizzy as if someone had lifted him up and tossed him around seventeen or eighteen times...

Following spiritual guidance, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards the candle from a distance.

His eyes then turned dark, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the firelight.

The candle flame suddenly expanded, illuminating the entire altar both brightly and illusively.

Various prophecy potion materials placed together come to life, squirming together, blood rolling, and shadows flowing, which is evil.

Lumian worked hard to maintain a steady supply of spirituality, and saw those physical materials one after another disappearing and turning into phantoms, completing the reorganization in this way.

The dark red phantom dyed with a little silvery black highlighted into reality, surrounding ten inches of dark liquid.

The inside of this inch of liquid is constantly bubbling, and when each bubble explodes, silvery black light bursts out; it swims away like a snake.

Lumian stepped over, picked up a metal vial placed on the altar, unscrewed the lid, and placed it at the bottom of the inch of liquid.

The liquid quickly condensed inward and flowed into the bottle, almost filling it.

Putting away the bottle of prophecy potion, Lumian adjusted his mental state.

While calming down the ripples in his soul, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.

If the thorn symbol hadn't been inspired to a certain extent and improved my status, I would have failed just now and I wouldn't be able to respond at all...

I have completed at most two similar ritual magics in a row... Lumian's thoughts gradually settled.

In terms of the requirements for praying to those five ritual magics, the minimum requirement for the object of prayer must be Sequence 7, and it must even be a person who receives the contract. Lumian, a mendicant monk of Sequence 8, is purely a person who uses the pollution in his body. Finish.

Correspondingly, his spirituality cannot support much.

After finishing the ceremony and packing the altar, Lumian lifted the spiritual wall, walked to the gray-white cloth bag, and pulled out the body inside.

He kindly moved the other person's head back to its original position and opened his mouth.

Under the light of a blue carbide lamp, Lumian took out the prophecy potion, unscrewed the cap, and poured all the dark liquid into the corpse's mouth.

They did not penetrate down the throat immediately and remained there like real water.

Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind blowing through the hollow of the quarry became much colder, and the light of the carbide lamp became increasingly bluer.

Almost at the same time, he heard the sound of Gulu and saw the corpse's throat squirming as it swallowed all the prophecy potion.

The next second, the naked body sat up, and the surroundings were filled with abnormal darkness that was difficult to be illuminated by light. On his pale and haggard face, his eyes opened, and the original brown eyes had no color, as if Crystal clear.

Deep in the transparent eyes, there seemed to be layers of rich color blocks, pure and high-hanging light, countless almost invisible figures, and flickering mercury waves...

Where will Bene be in a month? “During this period, Lumian specifically considered three questions to ask.

There are four main rules for questions: First, it must be related to the future situation, and you cannot ask where someone is now or what they have done in the past; II is description: it must be accurate enough, otherwise the answer will not be what the question was asked, just like Ji Yao Mu.

The name Bene is also found in many other places in Intis. There are a lot of duplicate names. Without limiting the place of origin to the village level, that corpse is likely to tell you the future fate of another successor, Yaomu Bene. .

Third, no matter which country the corpse is in front of or whether he knows the corresponding language, he will answer in the language used to describe the question.

Fourth, a question can only contain one element that needs to be answered, and cannot be asked in the form of when and where.

The pale face of the corpse was stained with a bit of dark green. He opened his mouth and said in Intis language, The Red Princess District of Trier.

This voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from another world, It was completely different from the deceased's voice during his lifetime. Can we only narrow the scope to the Red Princess District? Lumian frowned slightly.

He could actually understand because this is not a prophetic potion prayed for by those hidden beings. The maker is essentially just a dervish, so the effect will naturally not be very good.

Where will Lund meet again? He didn't mention Mrs. Pualis because he didn't know what the relationship between him and Mrs. Night was, and he was worried that his position would be too high and the prophecy would fail.

The corpse looked forward with transparent eyes, and answered again in that ethereal voice: Market Avenue, Honest Market District, Trier.

Market Avenue? From this point of view, Louis: Lund did not pass by there by chance. Lumian thought with great joy.

Previously, Lumian saw Mr. Ev entering the underground during this time period, so he wanted to reveal the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.

The corpse quickly answered: Old Pigeon Cage Theater, Candidemarkt, Trier.

Going to the old Pigeon Cage Theater again, Lumian stuffed the body back into the bag and planned to bury it deeper underground.

In the old theater, an off-white three-story building, in front of an unshaven homeless man was blocked by a pilaster by two male servants.

I, I'm leaving now.

He said tremblingly. At this time, a man dressed as a butler came over with a look of surprise on his face, Master, is it you? Master! What? The tramp was confused, and the butler was very excited. Have you forgotten?

You are the master here, and we are all your servants. You suffered a head injury before, forgot many things, and suddenly ran away from home one day. After many months, I finally found you!

You remember here you are back again! I'm not, I'm not...

“Tramps remember their past clearly.

But the housekeeper and two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all. They surrounded him and took him to the building.

Madam, madam, the master is back! the housekeeper shouted excitedly. Not long after, the tramp saw an elegant and beautiful lady.

The lady was wearing a light green dress, and there was an indescribable mature charm between her eyebrows.

She cried with joy and threw herself into the homeless man's arms: You are finally back, you are finally back!

We planned to smell the sweetness of the perfume with a bit of milkiness, and felt the concave and soft body.

The tramp tried to distinguish that he was not the husband of the other party. The words came to his mouth and were swallowed back. He was taken to take a bath and was taken to the restaurant with his eyes confused. He saw a sumptuous dinner under the crystal chandelier: a dozen Oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed with prunes, a suet pudding, a salad and a bottle of white Danxia wine. At the same time, the tramp also saw the oil paintings hanging in the restaurant, one of which was a portrait, and he I'm very similar.

Is it really me? But I remember everything I've ever experienced with another person who looks like me?

The tramp was confused and confused. After eating and drinking, he was taken to the bedroom. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady walked in wearing a silk nightgown. She said with watery eyes: Do you still remember my enthusiasm? The homeless man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't control himself and walked towards him.

II people embraced each other and fell on the bed, full of passion. At this moment, the tramp began to believe that he was really the owner of this house, with a beautiful wife, a professional housekeeper, and many servants.

Even if the original owner comes back, he will make the other person fake!

Lumian returned to the ground, carried the extinguished carbide lamp, and walked into the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Mr. Fils at the front desk stood up immediately when he saw him: Char, Mr. Charles, Baron Brignel asked you to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find him after dinner.

What does Baron Brignier want from me?

Lumian nodded.

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