As the three-stage name was pronounced, a faint gray mist rose around Lumien, filling the air with an unsettling feeling.

The orange candle flame was then dyed with a bluish color, illuminating the entire altar gloomily and gloomily.

At this moment, Lumien's thoughts seemed to become dull, and he felt that the flesh under his skin itched for a while, as if something was about to come out.

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Faintly, gazes from infinity reappeared.

Lumi settled down and continued her prayers.

He followed the account of the "magician" lady, combined with the knowledge of sacrifices in Aurel's witchcraft notes, and read in Hermes:

"I pray to you;

"Pray that you will remove the curse from me......"

Frankly, Lumian would have liked to ask the Great Being to protect him from any harm for a year, but this was obviously impossible, and he had not yet mastered the Hermetian words to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Montsouri, so he could only refer vaguely to the curse on his body.

At the end of the ceremony, Lumien began to borrow power from the herbs inside the altar.

In the next second, his vision became blurred, and an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light appeared in front of him.

The angel came down from on high, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian into his arms.

The pair of wings condensed by light then closed and wrapped in layers.

Lumian suddenly woke up, and saw that the candle flame dyed blue had somehow turned orange.

Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have a dream, and couldn't help but say to himself silently:

"I just saw an angel? The Great Being asked the angel beside Him to protect me and help me remove the curse? ”

Before today, Lumian had only heard about angels in the sermons of the "Eternal Sun" church, and he didn't expect that he would one day be embraced by angels.

Lumian grew in awe of the mysterious organization codenamed Tarot, and the great being who had sealed the contamination in his body.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of half of his heart:

If the ghost of Montsouris really brought a curse, then there should be no problem now, a ghost who can only wander underground in Trier, and does not even dare to touch the protection of the clergy of the "Eternal Sun" church, what can be compared to an angel?

Of course, Lumien's heart still hangs in the air, because what he prays for is to remove the curse, what if the ghost of Montsouris does not kill people by the curse?

He waited until midnight, still not receiving a reply from the "magician".

He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

It was not until the second half of the night that the noise of the street subsided, and Lumien heard the faint chirping of insects in the distance, and heard the whistle even more distant.

Suddenly, he felt his body become heavy and began to have difficulty breathing, as if he had been completely wrapped in a quilt and pressed inside.

Not good! Lumien struggled to get up, probably only with two arms.

He couldn't even open his eyes!

Even if it is an arm, it is as if someone is holding it down, and it is very difficult to lift a few centimeters.

In the next second, Lumian's body became cold, and the tip of his nose felt wet, as if he had been put in a sack and sunk into the depths of the river.

His breath stagnated, his chest ached, and his thoughts slowed.

A thought crossed Lumien's mind after trying to resist to no avail, and that was to enter a meditative state and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.

In a blink of an eye, he gave up on the idea.

This is likely to make him lose control, and the second is that the ghost of Montsouris has nothing to do with the hidden being in the name of fate, and may not be intimidated by the black thorn symbol.

Unless there was no other option, one step away from death, Lumian would not try this seemingly useless and risking his life.

His lips and nose became cold, as if he had been forcibly pressed down by an invisible hand.

Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all, and his lungs were about to explode.

Words such as "hunter", "provocateur", "dancer", "pollution", "seal", "depraved mercury" flashed through Lumien's mind one after the other, constantly grouping together into ideas and then scattering.

"Fallen Mercury" ......

"Fallen Mercury!" Finally, Lumien had an inspiration and struggled to get his gloved left palm to the side.

He had just put the evil dagger in the most convenient position to grab it, in case of any accident that might arise.

A few seconds later, Lumian, who had opened his mouth wide to catch his breath, felt the hilt of Fallen Mercury's knife and lifted the silver-black short knife.

At this time, the "depraved mercury" was not wrapped in black strips of cloth, and the patterns on it were layered on top of each other, making people dizzy.

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With all his strength, Lumien lifted his shoulders a little, bent his arms, and stabbed the "Fallen Mercury" above his body.

Without hesitation, Lumian gritted his teeth and followed the downward pressure, allowing his arms to bend towards his body. With a pop, he inserted "Fallen Mercury" into his left waist.

Red blood overflowed, staining the blade of the "Fallen Mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets, representing the fate of "being burned by the flames", entered Lumian's body.

The pain cleared Lumian's oxygen-deficient brain a lot, and there was darkness in front of him, and the mysterious river of intricate symbols of countless mercury colors emerged.

This represents his own destiny.

Rather than being selective, Lumian set his sights on the lower reaches of the illusory river, on a river that was about to swallow up the other tributaries.

Immediately afterward, he infused his own spirituality with the "Fallen Mercury", allowing it to pry into the corresponding complex symbols of mercury formed by the self-entanglement of the river.

In the next second, Lumien saw himself lying on the bed, his face purple, close to a near-death state.

The mercury-colored symbols shrank violently, solidifying into a drop of water that seeped into the blade of the "Fallen Mercury". Almost at the same time, Lumian felt his whole body relaxed, no longer drowning and breathing, and at the same time, he was surrounded by pain and hummed uncontrollably.

Clusters of flames erupted from his body, and his skin was scorched black inch by inch.

He had just exchanged the "suffering of the flames" stored in the "Fallen Mercury" for his fate of being "attacked by the ghost of Montsouris", and he successfully got rid of the state of being slightly powerless even struggling, and was no longer attacked!

"Fallen Mercury" can stab others as well as Lumian himself, replacing his unwanted part of his fate! He was ignited and felt the pain of fighting the flame monster again.

Lumian, who had been prepared, rolled over and rolled under the bed.

In the thudging motion, he rolled back and forth, crushing the flames on his body.

After a while, I don't know if it was Lumian's strategy that had an effect, or if the flames brought by the exchange of fate burned to the end on its own, or both, and he was no longer wrapped in the crimson flames.

But his clothes were burned to shreds, his body was covered with large scorched black marks, his nose was crumbling and about to fall off, and his hair smelled mushy and much less.

Lumien struggled to keep his eyes open, to keep his mind from fainting.

As time passed, he felt his life force fly away.

He struggled to hold on, and he couldn't swallow it all in his chest.

I don't know how long it took, but the bell rang in Lumien's ears that was unusually beautiful for him.

While! While! While!

The bell at six o'clock in the morning representing Trier time echoed through the streets and surrounding areas, and wisps of morning light appeared in the sky.

Lumian suddenly became conscious, and no longer felt pain.

His physical and mental state is reset!

Call...... Lumian let out a sigh, rolled over to his feet, and looked in front of him, seeing that the linen shirt and dark trousers he had worn last night had been burned to the point that only a few rags remained, and his skin was completely back to normal.

He couldn't help but sigh when he was already in a financial crisis:

I have to make up a set of clothes, and it's another expense!

"It doesn't seem to be a curse......" Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom to wash his face with running water.

He then looked in the mirror and noticed that some of his hair had become shorter, and some of his hair had lost the blonde that had stained its surface. These external things cannot be reset.

After washing, Lumian returned to 207 and was stunned to see an extra letter in the room.

The folded paper was lying quietly on the wooden table.

Lumian muttered uncontrollably

"Wouldn't it be too early to reply?

"I didn't sleep last night, just got home?"

Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and unfolded the "magician's" reply. The words on the letter were scribbled and messy, and only vaguely apparent belonged to the lady:

"Well done, then get in touch with Mr. K, and show the irrational and fanatical side until he preaches to you and invites you to join his organization.

"One, die in front of it, kill it with the pollution in your body, and avenge those who died.

"Second, use your short knife to exchange the fate of 'meeting the ghost of Montsourie', haven't you ever thought that the short knife can also be used against yourself?

"Three, stay in the church of a certain church and don't go out again."

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