Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207.

After Lumian informed Ms. Magician of the situation, he left here and went to the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

Next, he wanted to see if the thing that stared at him from a distance and tried to approach him at high speed when he used the Peeping Glasses to observe Safaree's oil painting would come to visit late at night. Like with Gabriel.

He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and relaxed into sleep.

He has great confidence in Ms. Magician. This holder of the Major Arcana card of the Tarot Society seems to be able to strike from a long distance, and is one of those strange creatures that is difficult to touch. nemesis.

Lumian's thoughts gradually blurred and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the light mist, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel and saw that every floor of this slightly skewed building had lights coming out from behind the glass windows. Sitting on the steps at the door was a man wearing a white shirt, a dark jacket, and a long black trousers. Gabriel in trousers and strapless leather shoes.

The playwright's face is slightly transparent, and there is an indescribable sense of detachment in his eyes.

After seeing Lumian, he stood up suddenly and showed an obvious smile.

Lumian stopped warily, looked at him and said, What are you doing here?

Gabriel suppressed his smile and said eagerly: Leave Trier quickly!

It's gonna get dangerous in here!

Lumian frowned and asked, What did you find?

Gabriel looked around and said: I don't know what they are doing, I just know that it will destroy the whole of Trier!

They... Lumian immediately asked: Are you staying in the 'hotel'? Where is the 'hotel'?

Gabriel's expression showed a bit of confusion: You need to be like me to enter, or get the consent of the goblins.

I didn't know how to get there, I just got to the door.

Sure enough, the hotel is closely related to the goblins... Did Gabriel change his state of existence by relying on the pollution he encountered, and he could reach the hotel like teleporting? Lumian's thoughts changed and he asked in a deep voice: Why did you choose to go to the 'hostel'? Were they forced?

No. Gabrielle shook her head and her voice softened, I volunteered. Safali came to pick me up in person. I can't refuse. This is what I want.

There was a touch of happiness on his face.

It was Safaree who polluted Gabriel and took him to the hotel... Lumian suddenly felt a little sad: Do you know that you have become a monster?

Gabriel was silent for a few seconds and said: I know, but I won't harm anyone!

He paused and then said: My script has been successful, and I have the fame and income I wanted most before. In this regard, I have no regrets. I just want to be with Safali now, regardless of her. A human or a monster.”

Lumian did not reprimand or curse. He looked at Gabriel and sighed longly: I can understand your mood and thoughts.

Gabriel showed a grateful expression and said sincerely:

After becoming a monster, I seemed to be able to see a certain future, so I knew you would come to me and ask Safaree to let me stay in the room for two more days to say goodbye to you. She agreed. She is not a pure monster. !”

Lumian felt relieved and said in a bewitching tone: Do you need me to rescue you and Safaree from the 'hotel'?

Is that okay? Gabriel's face twisted, but his eyes were full of desire, as if his body and spirit were not in the same world.

Lumian stepped forward and said in a low voice: There is hope, but I need you to tell me all the details.

Gabriel's expression was sometimes empty, sometimes indifferent, sometimes excited, sometimes eager, sometimes repulsive. All the inner struggles were expressed on his face in the most intuitive way.

At this moment, he stretched out his palm forward, his eyes becoming extremely frightened.

Silently, Gabriel's figure was shattered, and the Golden Rooster Hotel was also shattered along with the thin mist.

Lumian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the bedroom on the second floor of Breeze Ballroom.

It was a dream just now, but it was so real.

.......

Memorial Parish.

Franka carried the statue of the Original Witch and followed the man in the black cloak in an invisible state.

The other party seemed to have very rich anti-tracking experience and sufficient skills. He continuously changed directions and sometimes walked back a certain distance.

If Franka hadn't relied on her invisibility and the bonus brought by the Original Witch statue, she would have been following very closely, and she was almost thrown away several times along the way.

Finally, the man in a black cloak stopped in front of an underground entrance to Trier.

He half-turned around and looked at his palms under the crimson moonlight.

What are you doing? Are you reading your palm? The invisible Franka huddled behind the gas lamp pole next to her, looking at her in confusion.

After a while, the man went down the steel stairs and disappeared into the dim entrance.

Franka followed closely behind, following the opponent deeper and deeper into Trier underground.

Twenty minutes passed, and the man in a black cloak turned into a closed tunnel.

He didn't know what he touched, and stone gates suddenly opened on the side rock wall.

Franka, who was just a few meters away, looked away and saw three lights.

They were three classical oil lamps, one high and two low, embedded in the stone wall.

Franka has been in Trier for a long time and has enough understanding of many situations here. She instantly made an association with the scene she saw: Carbonari!

One of the symbols of the Carbonarians who were trying to overthrow the government was to light three lamps, one symbolizing the sun at the top, and two representing the moon and stars at the bottom.

The Iron Cross cooperated with the Carbonari Party? Franca was both surprised and not so surprised.

In her opinion, the Iron Cross also has the idea of ​​overthrowing the current government's own rule of Intis, but now its focus is on the underground, on the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Age.

The man in a black cloak dodged through the stone door that opened on its own, and Franka immediately saw a thin, ever-changing white mist filling it.

The mist looked familiar, there must be something wrong with it... Franka was hesitating whether to follow or not, when she felt something in the secret bag vibrate slightly.

Franka reached out and touched it, and her expression suddenly changed slightly.

What was trembling slightly just now was the classical silver mirror, which was connected to the mirror world underground!

Franka maintained a slightly stiff posture and watched the stone door slowly close without taking a step forward.

Beside the underground river where the sound of gurgling was gentle, a figure moved quickly along the water.

He did not have lighting tools such as horse lanterns or carbide lamps, but he was completely unaffected by the dark environment. He took every step very steadily and accurately avoided obstacles such as potholes and stones.

Jenna looked from behind the mottled stone pillars and found a red light flashing from time to time at the target's eye.

She took a silent breath and took out the ancient bloodthirsty arrow from the black coat that resembled leather armor.

Her combat experience is a lot less, but definitely not much. Especially since she has never faced an extraordinary person alone, she can only use all the methods that can improve herself from the beginning, and strive to do her best. Reduce surprises.

Jenna suddenly inserted the obsidian broken arrow into her chest, feeling it draw blood and come to life.

Before the figure came close, she took out a handful of fluorescent powder and sprinkled it on herself.

This was accompanied by the inaudible Hermetic incantation: Hide the body!

Jenna's figure completely disappeared, and the sound of rushing water in the underground river covered up her movements.

Not long after, a figure with a red flashing light in its right eye arrived in the area.

Suddenly, the darkness under his feet came to life, condensing into pitch-black chains, wrapping around his legs, his waist, and his torso from bottom to top.

The figure suddenly stopped, and red light shot out from its eyes.

Behind him, Jenna's figure was quickly outlined.

Only then did Jenna really see the target clearly. He was a man, carrying a gray-white cloth bag, wearing a dark gray monk-style robe, with a dark face. He was made of iron plates, gears, springs, screws, and cranks. It is composed of other mechanical creations, and there is a bright red gem in the right eye position.

The monk in the deep valley monastery? Janna was shocked. She didn't expect that the target Will asked her to attack was actually a monk from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

She and Franka had seen similar monks in the deep valley quarry. They used machinery to transform part of their bodies. It was very strange!

Faced with such a target whose skull turned into metal, Jian Na gave up her original plan of punching behind the ear, condensed a ball of black flames with her right palm, and pressed hard on the opponent's head amidst the whining wind.

At the same time, red light shot out, burning through several abyss-like shackles, but this could only deal with the frontal ones, as those from other directions had already entangled the mechanically transformed monk.

With a banging sound, Janna shot the black flame directly into the target's head.

The quiet and evil black flames expanded instantly, burning the monk's spirit body and igniting his spirituality.

Janna immediately relied on the extremely high speed and maneuverability brought by the bloodthirsty arrow to constantly change positions around the monk to avoid counterattacks.

At the same time, she is constantly looking for opportunities to attack the opponent with the witch's black flames to weaken him to the greatest extent, supplemented by restrictive dark spells.

In less than two minutes, the monk who failed to break through fell to the ground, so weak that he passed out.

Jian Na breathed out secretly and squatted down.

She lifted up the other party's off-white cloth bag, untied the rope, and took a look.

Inside were lots of cans of paint and oil paint brushes.

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