Lumian originally planned to go to the Mason Café before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, so as not to know where to flee after receiving treatment tomorrow and having an accident, but the matter of Baron Brinnel delayed him a lot, so he had to go to Aosta first. Trull, go to the Botanical Garden in the afternoon.

Aosta was still in the old place, next to the edge of the underground cemetery, with a stone pillar on its back, and a bonfire was raised.

Hearing footsteps from far to near, he raised his head in a hooded black robe and looked at the visitor.

He thought that he would have an income, and his expression froze instantly.

He quickly stood up, squeezed out a smile, and took the initiative to say before Lumian asked, "I contacted the convener this morning and said that I have a friend who is a lover of the occult and wants to attend the party, and he hasn't replied to me yet."

Lumian nodded, didn't ask Aosta how he got in touch, walked to the campfire, found a stone to sit down, and said casually: "You should have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place, aren't you afraid that they will find you?"

Aosta "hehe" smiled: "Most of the time, it's not a lie, I'm a 'secret prayer person, an extraordinary person in the true sense, I use my own spirituality to divinate them, it can't be called a deception 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, and if it is really exposed, it can be made up for with words."

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

Aosta coughed: "The point is not to say too clearly and absolutely at the beginning, and then you can accuse the other party of misunderstanding wrong."

Lumian smiled thoughtfully, "In the matter of the Samaritan Woman's Spring, you promised too easily, too clearly."

Aosta's expression suddenly fell: "Yes, I was forced too eagerly by Baron Briniere, and I wanted to get the money on the spot."

"The right thing to do is to tell you that I have a way, but it is very difficult to achieve, and after you have pleaded many times, I will reluctantly accept your money and say that there is no guarantee of success......"

Obviously, Aosta had reviewed what mistakes he had made last night, and seriously considered what he would do to avoid the subsequent risks if everything was repeated, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, until he saw Lumian's smiling expression, and then abruptly stopped.

How can you tell this dangerous guy how to successfully defraud him? Aosta subconsciously put on a wry smile and forcibly explained: "But I believe that this will not deceive you either, you are the most cautious person I have ever met."

Lumien smiled and shook his head, "You really chose the wrong path."

Aosta didn't dare to take the topic, and instead asked: "I thought about it seriously last night, I didn't seem to mention the party when I communicated with you, I just said that I bought the main material of the potion, how can you be sure that it is a occult party?"

Lumian chuckled lowly, "That's what my instincts tell me."

At the same time, he couldn't help but sneer: "Aren't there two possibilities, either one-on-one trading, or partying, the chance of guessing is at least 50 percent, I just said casually at the time, and I don't lose anything if I'm wrong!"

Aosta's eyes grew more and more fearful as he looked at Lumian.

He couldn't guess more and more about which path this dangerous guy was, and the other party seemed to be not only able to fight, but also not weak in spirit, with an almost premonition-like intuition.

Feeling the warmth of the campfire, Lumien chattered, "How did you join that occult party?"

Aosta flashed a look of reminiscence: "Everyone comes to Trier with hope, and those painters dream of having their work selected for an exhibition of living artists, but most of them are unsuccessful and losers, and every year people go crazy or commit suicide because they can't stand the blow."

"Every poor writer living in a cheap apartment wants to repeat the myth of the fame of the best-sellers like Aureor and Meniere, but in the end they can only sell their work to small newspapers, and endure bad reviews such as 'vulgar and inferior' and 'repetition', and many of them are even reduced to writing erotic novels for underground booksellers, and may be taken away by police detectives at any time.

"More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from the province of Cialis, and with the desire to make a fortune, I slept in the attic that leaked when it rained, climbed over scaffolding, went into factories, smuggled books underground, worked as a soda seller, and although I was lucky enough to save some money, I knew every year that I would never be rich, that I would never be rich, that I would never be able to own my own house, that I would not be able to read the newspaper at home and have breakfast, and that I would not go out to work until the time was almost up.

"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Psychics" and "Upanishads", hehe, maybe there were fantasies, and I felt that I could gain great supernatural powers overnight and completely change my destiny, and I began to attend frequent gatherings among like-minded people, well, those magazines would publish corresponding information." At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in the club suddenly approached me and asked me if I wanted to attend a party involving truly extraordinary power, and I couldn't say no, and you know what happened after that. ”

Lumien listened very quietly, without interrupting Aosta's narration.

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

"Nope." Aosta shook his head, "The convener calls himself 'Mr. K' and wears a large hood every time, covering almost his entire face. ”

"Mr. K......" Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, "what abilities has he demonstrated?"

Aosta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it.

"However, after I became the 'Secret Prayer Man', when I meet him again, I will have the feeling of facing the shadows and facing the darkness deep underground, and I think he should be very strong."

It sounds very strong, I don't know who is more powerful than the parish priest and Mrs. Pualis...... Lumian muttered to himself silently in his heart, and asked curiously, "Do you have any special feelings in the face of me?"

Aosta let out a "uh" and decided to tell the truth: "No, but you have a dangerous temperament that scares me more than Baron Briniere."

Lumian looked down at his left chest and said with a smile, "It's good."

Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party was trying to say.

Lumian didn't continue the conversation, instead asking, "Have you heard of the ghost of Montsourie?"

"Yes." As a fake wizard who cheats money for a living, Aosta has a lot of stories about underground Trier, "Legend has it that in this dark and vast space underground, there is an evil spirit that is constantly wandering, it always walks alone, it seems that it will never reach its destination, and whoever encounters this ghost will either lose his life on the spot, or die mysteriously at that time, along with his immediate family."

"So far, the people who claim to have encountered the ghost of Montsouris have gone crazy and died within a year, and I have heard that the two major churches have organized strong men to go underground to find the evil spirit, but without success."

It feels a little real...... Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta: "I'll come back to you tomorrow night or the next morning."

"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be unfavorable to him now, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that he could 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 catacombs with a calcium carbide lamp, and saw the arch carved with various white bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols.

Looked: "Stop!" Ahead lies the Empire of Death!" With this, Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate separating the inside and outside.

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

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

His pale yellow eyes had become slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly fixed on Lumian.

"Can't you go in?" Lumian had a look of stranger ignorance and simplicity.

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

"I have a friend who is buried in it, do I need to buy a ticket to pay my respects?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.

The old man said suspiciously, "You won't be a college student in the memorial parish, will you?"

"Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of lies and sneak into the tomb, singing, dancing, and having feasts in the ossuary!"

"Go inside, remember to bring a lit white candle like those guys, that's my only request!"

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

Those students are even crazier than him!

"Okay." Lumian looked disappointed, "I'll bring a white candle next time." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

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

More than a hundred meters later, a black shadow suddenly caught sight out of the corner of his eye.

The dark shadow hunched its back slightly, walking slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.

At first glance, Lumian had the feeling that it was not corporeal, almost unreal.

Subconsciously, Lumian lifted the calcium carbide lamp, allowing the yellowed glow in the blue to cast through.

The shadow was gone, as if it had never been.

Lumian quickly looked around, but didn't notice anything.

"Hallucinations, or the ghosts of the underground?" As soon as Lumian made a guess, Huo Ran had some doubts, "Could it be the ghost of Montsouri, I met the ghost of Montsourite?"

His pupils dilated, and his expression became unusually solemn.

After a few seconds, Lumian laughed, laughing so hard that he almost burst into tears: "Haha, come, come!" I'm going to see how you let me die all my immediate family, and how you let me die mysteriously!"