They? Lumian was surprised to hear Raymond's answer.

He originally thought that Raymond had drowned in the river "on his own" and had become a sacrifice to someone, but now it seemed that there was a human involvement, not just an invisible force dragging Raymond into the water.

"Who are they?" Aurore asked the question.

Raymond's expression was distorted and stiff, his eyes were both hateful and dull, and he cried out with unusually anger:

"Pons. Bennet, is Ponce. Bennet and his men!

"They pinned me into the water!"

After we left the water's edge with Ava, Pons. Bennet and the thugs showed up where Raymond landed, pressed him into the river, drowned him alive, and became a sacrifice? Lumian restores the situation based on Raymond's words.

The whole Lent celebration was completely transformed into a ritual of sacrifice to something evil!

Aurore asked for further details, but Raymond tossed and turned over only a few words, as if that was all he remembered.

Whew, I really missed the best time for channeling, and I can only harvest the residual obsession...... Auroel thought for a moment, intending to ask something that Raymond might or may not be impressed by:

"Did they sacrifice you to someone else?

"What is Him, and where is Him?"

Aurore learned wisely this time, and didn't directly ask for the full honorific name, but only planned to collect some side information to assist in judgment.

She believed that if Raymond's spirit was still sentient during the sacrifice, he would have been able to "see" and "hear" and feel something and be impressed enough, but not vice versa.

Raymond froze, and the corners of his eyes were stained with blood-colored clear tears.

Lumian had a calm face, looking at him like this, his hands were clenched at some point.

Suddenly, Raymond shouted:

"Underground! Underground Church! ”

What? Aurel almost doubted her ears.

Combined with her question, Raymond was clearly saying that the secret being to whom he had been sacrificed was in the basement of the church!

It can't be, it's the Fifth Age, how can God walk on the earth? Aurore settled down, believing that Raymond's spirit was only partially obsessed with and a little spiritual, and his answers to questions were very confusing, always clinging to a few points, that is, he was not necessarily pointing to the person hiding in the basement of the church, but only producing a kind of stress feedback.

But no matter what, whether Raymond is answering truthfully or repeating his own obsession, there must be something wrong with the underground of the church, hiding a key part of the sacrificial ritual!

Aurore only hoped that the secrecy hidden there would not be too scary, not too exaggerated.

When she asked about something else, Raymond's spirit would only repeat "They drowned me" and "Pons. Bené", "Underground of the Church", etc.

Seeing that there would be no other gain, Aurel ended her psychic and watched Raymond's figure disappear above the candle flame, and watched the blue of the altar fade quickly.

When she lifted the spiritual wall, she found Lumian there stunned, not speaking.

"What are you thinking?" Aurel reached out and shook it in front of her brother's eyes.

Lumian tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile:

"I'm regretting beating Ponce yesterday. Bene didn't push too hard. ”

Although he also has to give Ponce. Bennet's knee hit the other party a lot of pain, but considering that he had to wait for the twelfth night, he could not intensify the conflict with the parish priest for the time being, so he still rationally collected his strength and did not directly put Ponce. Bennet became disabled.

"There's going to be a chance." Aurel relieved.

Lumian nodded, "Huh":

"Actually, we have fallen into a misunderstanding, before Lent, not only were we afraid of exacerbating the conflict, but the parish priests were also afraid, they were not ready, they had not started the ceremony."

That is, he really wants to make Ponce. Bennet was irreversibly injured, and the parish priests would probably only pretend to take revenge and not take real action.

They will endure until Lent, regardless of whether Lumian offends them or not, and as soon as the Lent celebration "begins", the whole village will be targeted.

Orore understood what Lumian was trying to say, and said softly:

"It's up to you to decide how you want to get revenge on Pons. Bene.

"Now we need to think about how we are going to survive until the twelfth night on the day of Lent, when the parish priests have gained great power."

Lumian suddenly fell into thinking about this question.

Aurel talks about her thoughts:

"At present, there are only two choices, one is to join forces with those three foreigners, and the other is to find a way to improve yourself."

She hesitated for a moment and then said:

"If you can be sure that Madame Pualis has nothing to do with the cycle and is trapped here, you can even work with her properly."

"Huh?" Lumian was stunned.

Madame Poalis, such a terrible, so wicked, an extraordinary!

Aurel sighed and said:

"A philosopher in my hometown once said that when doing things, we should distinguish between the main contradiction and the secondary contradiction, and unite all the forces that can be united.

"Well, there must be something wrong with the underground of the church, there are key clues hidden, before Lent, we must probe it, and then I'm afraid there will be no chance."

As far as Auroel knows, most churches in the world have underground areas, some are used to store seals, and some are used to bury the remains of important people.

"Okay." Lumian agreed, "I'll talk to those three strangers tomorrow." ”

He turned to Raymond's state:

Why did he only say a few words? Didn't he succeed in summoning his spirit? ”

Aurel sighed again:

"Channeling has a critical point in time, within an hour of death.

"After more than an hour, the spirit of the deceased will quickly dissipate, and there will be no more original memories, only some thoughts, emotions and images that cannot be let go, in the technical terms of my hometown, obsession."

Lumian nodded slightly:

"Wait for the next cycle, we will summon Raymond at the beginning, will it count as an hour of death?

"No, why does Raymond have memories of the last cycle?"

That's when he realized the problem: after the loop restarts, shouldn't Raymond forget about being drowned?

This stopped Aurel, and she combined her thoughts in the ritual and said:

"I think so.

"At this point in time, it is not yet Lent, according to the world line, Raymond has not been drowned at this time, and he should not know who the murderer is, but because he has lost his body, he can only exist in the state of a spirit, which is equivalent to death, and there will be obsessions remaining, so he who we summoned just now remembers some things that happened in the last cycle.

"To put it simply, Raymond's state has become special due to the loss of his body, so that there will be a certain amount of memory retention when the cycle is restarted!

"Hehe, this is a bug."

Cycle because Raymond's body was sacrificed out and there was a little mistake? Lumian probably understood what his sister meant.

Aurore then laughed and said:

"From this point of view, the force that circulates us is very mechanical and dull, it should no longer be controlled by the original owner, and it is in a state of self-operation, otherwise it can be completely targeted to deal with Raymond's spirit."

Speaking of this, her whole person seemed to be a little lighter:

"Haha, in this case, we still have some hope to break the cycle."

Infected by her sister's emotions, Lumian's gloomy state became a little clearer:

After making so many efforts, I finally saw a little hope.

The two of them cooperated to clean up the altar and go up to the study on the second floor, where Auroel taught him the corresponding Hermetic and Ancient Hermetic word by word, following the chaotic and erroneous rituals written by Lumian.

Some of this is something that Lumian has mastered, so he's on decent footing.

In the light of the radio lights, Aurore sometimes explained the pronunciation and structure of words to his brother, and sometimes made candles out of musk, cloves, blood, and other materials as he consolidated his review.

In addition to studying hard, Lumian occasionally looked up and glanced at his sister who was busy beside him, and there was a feeling that he had returned to his original warm life, no longer had any cycles, and no longer had any evil gods.

Outside the window, the night is quiet.

…………

In the bedroom, which was filled with a faint gray mist, Lumian woke up.

He rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the words of Ancient Hermes and Hermes that he still remembered in the wrong order, and finally gave them the correct number.

After doing this, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and looked ahead.

The wooden table, near the window, was lined with two off-white musk candles made by Aurel (one with Lumian's blood and one without), the bottle of gray amber perfume, the metal vial with tulip powder, and the silver dagger provided by Aurel.

The lady did bring me in...... Seeing this scene, Lumian's heart suddenly settled down a lot.

He took these items and turned over O'Horore's homemade incense, went down to the first floor, put them on the dining table, and then went to the kitchen area to get a glass of water and a stack of coarse salt.

The materials related to the ceremony are now ready.

Before going to bed, Aurel was worried that his brother did not have the corresponding symbols for the blessing of prayer, and he could not draw them on imitation parchment and burn them, so as to inform the target god of his desire, but since the mysterious lady did not mention it, it should not be necessary, after all, it is essentially praying to the power in Lumian's body, and it can directly "hear" all the prayer language, and there is no need to attach additional "instruments".

Looking at the items on the table, Lumian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He no longer hesitated, placing the gray-white candle with his own blood directly above the altar to represent the gods, and the other one in front of him.

After lighting the candles with spiritual friction in the order of the gods and the people, Lumian sanctified the ceremonial silver dagger and created a spiritual wall.

As the spirit erupted from the tip of the ritual silver dagger, hooking up the air around him, he inexplicably had the feeling that this was the occult.

Soon, the wall of spirituality was completed, and Lumian's spirituality was hollowed out in half.

With the help of incense turned out of his home and self-meditation, he made his consciousness ethereal, and entered a state where he could perform ritual magic.

At the sound of his voice, Lumian "dropped" the gray amber perfume and the tulip powder into the candle representing the deity.

A strange scent fills the air, and everything seems to become magical.

Lumian glanced at the cheat sheet beside the altar, stepped back, looked at the burning candle, and cried out in a deep voice in the ancient Hermetic language:

"The power of fate!"

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