Lumian is not in a hurry to hold the ceremony now, first, he has been busy all day, his condition is not so good, and he needs to rest or wait until six o'clock in the morning to reset his state, and second, the ritual involves two hidden beings and pollution that can circulate a village, if something goes wrong in the process, let alone the "Golden Rooster Hotel", the entire chaotic street may not be able to be saved, and I don't know how many people will die.

Therefore, Lumian plans to go underground after dawn and find a quarry cavity in the depths to be used as a place for ceremonies.

As for the material, he made ...... in the village of Cordu

The used ones are brought, and the night in the streets is not quiet enough. But Lumien slept well, hardly dreaming, and when he woke up early in the morning, he heard the church alarm bell ringing, he got up slowly, washed up, and went to a café on White Coat Street for his breakfast of plum pie, sava muffins, and café olei' with plenty of milk.

Food is always a pleasure, and the Golden Rooster Hotel is no longer controlled by the Stinger Gang. Lumian gradually adjusted to his best, and he returned to room 207. I plan to bring the appropriate materials and calcium carbide

The lamp went to Trier underground, and Lumian had just finished his preparations, and before he could go out, he heard a soft knock on the door.

Slightly puzzled, he opened the door and found Anthony Ryder standing outside, dressed in army green and with untied leather boots.

This 40-year-old intelligence trafficker touched his short yellow hair and said to Lumian: I have gained something.

The parish priest is still Madame Poalis and her men

Lumian turned to his side, and Duantoni Ryder walked into the room.

Anthony looked around, and his dark brown eyes reflected Lumian's figure.

Almost at the same time, Lumian felt the familiar, slight uneasiness, and he restrained himself from thinking about it, and asked, "What is the catch?"

Anthony Ryder nodded lightly and said, "Someone has met someone on Market Avenue who seems to be Louis Lund.

That is, you say that Mrs. Four-Puaris's butler.

It's right on Market Avenue

Lumian was suddenly excited.

I am so close to Louis Lund and Madame de Poalis: is it certain?"

He asked at a brisk pace: Anthony Ryder shook his head:

"Not sure, I'm just here to tell you and let you know I didn't

There is something about forgetting you, and when I am sure, it will be Louis Lund who will ask you for the balance again. ”

My money can't wait to get out of me. Lumien made no secret of his eagerness.

After sending Anthony away, Rhett, his belief in receiving the gift of the dervishes was strengthened.

The carbide lamp was dyed with a faint blue glow, pushing away the darkness around him, revealing the street between the stone pillars before Lumien's eyes.

A slightly cold wind blew from nowhere, and there were faint traces of wetness on the stone walls above.

Lumian walked through the tunnels that corresponded to the streets on the ground, finding an entrance to the depths.

Relying on the hunter's ability to remember the environment, he continued to descend, and finally arrived at a place with two or three "Golden Rooster Inn".

"The scale of the quarry is hollow.

There are white mushrooms in the cracks of the rocks here, and there are few of them.

According to Charlie, there are quite a few people in the streets and surrounding areas who look for similar hollows in the ground to grow mushrooms to fill the household and enhance the ingredients, many years ago.

Trier mushrooms have become synonymous with this type of plant, but the mushrooms here look like they are naturally generated.

Lumian circled around the hollow and examined it carefully. 1 After confirming that there was no problem, he found a half-meter high stone and placed the musk candle fused with his own blood on it, while the other one was placed closer to him.

After cleaning up the environment, Lumian lit the two gray-white candles in a spiritual way.

Immediately afterward, he pulled out the ceremonial silver and quickly sanctified it, creating a "spiritual wall".

Unlike the last time he prayed for the power of the "dancer", after Lumian had done these things, his spirit was still full and he entered the more ethereal river to perform the rituals.

Without the help of incense sticks, he exhaled slowly, picked up the gray amber perfume from the altar, and dripped it into the candle that represented the gods.

In Zi's voice, the elegant, sweet fragrance came to his nose, making his whole person more and more calm, and the gray amber perfume was followed by tulip powder, waiting for the strange fragrance to permeate.

Wandering within the "spiritual wall", Lumian took two steps back,

Looking at the burning candles, he shouted in a muffled noise and in the ancient Hermetian language, "O power of fate!"

The sound of the wind blew, and the orange candle flame representing the gods was blown to a rickety, leaving only a small one, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

In the dim light, Lumien's left chest became hot, and his head was somewhat dizzy.

Once again, he heard the familiar mysterious voice that seemed to come from infinity and close to him, but it wasn't clear enough to consume him in pain.

Lumian continued to recite the following incantation in the ancient Hermetic language:

"You are the past, the present, and the future," you are the cause, the effect, and the process.

Inside the spiritual wall, the invisible wind was all stained black, and a faint gray mist filled the surroundings.

The stones, the bottles, seemed to have turned into flexible objects and twisted one after the other.

Silently, the fire representing the gods swelled, and those:

It is the size of a fist, silver and white with black.

On the surface of Lumian's skin, on top of the stones, one particle after another popped up. The four squirm and extend, and they could drill out at any time.

His ears were completely filled with the terrifying sound, and he could no longer detect any other movement.

His head was so dizzy that he was about to vomit.

His thoughts were divergent, sometimes confused, and he barely finished reciting the following incantations.

As soon as Lumian's words fell, the silver-white and black candle flame instantly condensed into a pillar of light, falling to his left chest, and a lot of silver-black illusory liquid quickly flowed out, with its own life and will.

Lumian's body wrapped.

Lumian had already prepared, waiting for a pinprick pain in his uncontrollable irritability, a clear murmur when he sawed his head, and a burning sensation that erupted from his body.

He fell, curled up, and fell into a state of bitter endurance.

The only thing he could do was to keep the waves in the storm "black and hard."

The boat that represents his own reason, in the process, he has wanted to let go of himself several times, let the evil thoughts in his heart take over, and become one with the pain, and no longer suffer such torture.

But the delicate and sweet fragrance always lingered on the tip of his nose, making his violence and irritability rise and go away again and again.

In the end, Lumian, even a sense that his body and brain no longer exist, and he only felt a little spiritual load with reason.

The pain began to subside, the babbling gradually subsided, and he knew he had survived.

Lumi lay quietly on the cold ground, unwilling to move for a long time, and after dozens of seconds, he barely regained a little energy,

It's over quickly.

ritual, clean up the altar, "lest any accidents happen, and when these things are taken care of, Lumian sits down on the stone that served as the altar just now." Take a hard look at your own changes

Soon, he silently said to himself: I have become a little more tolerant of all kinds of extreme environments, hehe......

The advantage is that you don't have to buy winter and summer clothes."

In addition to this, Lumian also found himself with another intuition.

That's an instinct for fortune!

Now he can roughly sense what fortune others have recently.

For example, good luck, bad luck, blood and light disaster, peach blossom luck, etc., but you can't see the specific situation.

In other words, Lumian can find others in a state of bad luck, but he can't know how he will be unlucky, and he has been unlucky many times, worthy of being a monk who sacrifices the power of fate.

Lumien couldn't help but sigh.

One thought he could replace Ostatrul for divination.

Although he didn't know divination at all, if he could see the rough fortune, the corresponding words were not left to him to make up

In addition, Lumian also had a lot of sacrificial knowledge and five ritual magic in his mind.

The former made up for many of his deficiencies in the field of occultism. The latter enhanced his occult means.

The five ritual magic points are not the art of creating animal memories and the art of prophecy

The art of transport, the art of substitution, and the art of "exorcism", and the art of animal creation are through ritual magic, using pink sheepskin and raw skin

Skins and furs, so that the target inside the altar becomes the corresponding animal.

This can also be used for yourself, as long as you master it, set it in advance

Okay, if you disarm the device or wait until the ritual effect is over, you can turn back into a human body, and when you become an animal, you will basically not be able to speak, and you will not be able to use most of your supernatural abilities.

"The art of prophecy is nothing like what Lumian imagined. The whole process is to collect materials such as the snake's poison sac, the eagle's nest stone, etc., use ritual magic to create a strange potion, and then find a corpse that has been dead for less than seven days, and has not been burned to ashes or purified, and pour the potion into his mouth. Thirty seconds: After the incident, the corpse will be resurrected briefly.

Answer three questions from the caster about the future. 10 The art of transshipment "is the use of ritual magic to create a certain object related to oneself", and then send out which item, with the help of others, to eat and step on the act of wearing the item, and to move the transmutation to him, to realize the transfer of oneself.

The art of substitution" is more complicated, and Lumian suspects that this is some kind of reflection of the Hunter's ability in the low order, just as he must first find a homeless man to live under the name of Charles if he wants to escape the threat of Suzanne Matisse.

In the meantime, he had to live in room 207, use the money of the Lumi Ministry of Security, and get the approval of Charlie and other acquaintances to establish enough occult departments. Then the ritual is held to complete the substitution, and when the ritual is over, Suzanne Mattis will retaliate after that

Stream, Wanderer, not Lumian.

Of course, using the substitution technique at the 80th level of the sequence, Lumian, who was not sure if he could hide it, Susanna, Matisse, who was close to the demigods, even suspected that the ritual magic would fail directly.