Lumien remained patient and waited until midnight.

By half-past eleven, the glass window in Ev's room had no light, but no one had left the apartment.

It looks like the miser saw that the time was not early, and in order to save on gas bills, he simply turned off the lights and went to bed.

As midnight approached, the last play of the Old Dogeon Coop Theatre came to an end, and the audience left one after another, and no one entered.

Lumian muttered to himself again, "Isn't it true that the answer to the Prophecy Technique is not accurate enough? After all, that ritual magic was a prayer made to myself, and it was understandable that it didn't work well. Well, that's a possibility."

"But what if the 'art of prophecy' is correct?"

Lumien's thoughts flickered, and he was startled.

He reluctantly turned his head and looked at the door of the Old Dovecoon Theater, which was surrounded by posters.

If the "Prophecy Technique" is correct, then it means that between 11 and 12 o'clock, Mr. Eve was really staying at the Old Dogeon Coop Theater.

And Mr. Eve is really in the old pigeon cage theater, who is the Mr. Eve who entered the apartment just now and did not leave?

There's a good chance he's fake!

Fake!

"No......

Lumian couldn't believe the speculation he had made, it wasn't that he hadn't met Mr. Ave, he hadn't talked to him, how could he have been deceived by a fake?

In contrast, he prefers to believe that the "art of prophecy" is not effective.

"Perhaps, there is a tunnel at the bottom of the apartment that leads to the Old Pigeon Coop Theater?" Lumian struggled to find the cause.

It's easier to get a tunnel in Trier than in any other city, you only need to dig a short section to connect to the tunnels and sewers underground, but it's also easy to spot, because underground Trier is really full of people, there are often quarry police patrols, smuggling caravans passing by, growers passing by, unless the tunnels are dug deeper into the area, or there is a good way to cover the entrances and exits, it will not be long before people will be guarded.

And if Mr. Ave's apartment had a similar tunnel, he wouldn't have gone out in the dark to the nearby underground entrance to Trier.

In the midst of these thoughts, Lumian recalled two things: first, when he first met Mr. Ave, he had "seen" his fortune, and the second day he "met" him, he found that his fortune had changed strangely.

2. Mr. Eff obviously has extraordinary abilities, and there is a high probability that he believes in the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire", and the sequence is not high, but when the official extraordinary person got him to the police headquarters for questioning, he did not find anything abnormal.

Combining the contradiction between the answer of the "Prophecy Technique" and reality, Lumien's eyes shrank, and he muttered to himself, "True or false?"

After being "robbed" by him, the one who lives in the apartment opposite is the fake Mr. Ave?

That's why there was a change in fortune, and the problem was not found out by the official extraordinary?

"Why does he look exactly like Mr. Ave? Makeup with a magical object like "Voyeur Glasses", or something else? Fake Mr. Eve himself is an ordinary person? Is it true that Mr. Eff has been hiding somewhere in the old pigeon cage?"

The more Lumian thought about it, the more creepy he felt, and no one found out that he had directly replaced a person like this!

The person in the mirror on Christo's side will at least have the situation of being upside down!

"This thing is getting more and more wicked, worthy of the believers of evil gods."

Lumian sighed.

From the various abilities of that perverted Hedsey, he had already guessed that Mr. Eve should have found an abnormality after being "robbed", after all, 1 Filkin is also money, and no robber would be willing to throw it away, and if it is really lost, it means that the robbery is not the real purpose, so it is understandable that Mr. Eve is ready to hide from the official extraordinary, Lumian just didn't expect them to use such a strange method.

Someone who looks exactly like Mr. Ave!

For a moment, Lumian couldn't tell if the fake Mr. Husband in the apartment was an ordinary person with "magical makeup" painted by the Extraordinary or a cultist with special abilities.

If yes

The former, he really wanted to take advantage of the dead of night to go directly to the door, arrest the other party, beat him, force him to ask the truth, and then throw him at the police headquarters or a certain church, so that the official extraordinary person could finish it.

If it was the latter, he wouldn't dare to be too reckless, no one knew what the fake was equivalent to the sequence, and what abilities it had.

Lumian turned his head again and glanced at the brick-red three-story building where the Old Pigeon Coop Theater was located, and saw that there were no more spectators coming out of the door.

This discouraged him from going in and taking a spin and checking again.

The last play of the day has ended, and after thinking for a while, Lumian intends to make some preparations.

He slowly stood up and walked in the direction of the honest man's market, following the shadows that the light of the gas lamps did not shine.

Along the way, he constantly examined the homeless people who slept on the side of the road and slept in the corners, his eyes were deep and very serious.

At last, he found a suitable target: the homeless man was cowering in the alley, his clothes in tatters and covered with mud, and his legs were wounded by stray dogs, and the blood was hideous and oozing yellow fluid.

In Lumien's eyes, this guy is full of bad luck, and he will encounter a series of disasters in the next two or three days, and even his life is in danger.

This is a good material for the "Transfer" technique! Yes, Lumien plans to use the Dervishes' ritual magic "Transshipment Technique" to make an item that can deliver bad luck.

If Mr. Fake Eve is very unlucky and always has various problems, then there is a high probability that he will expose his problems to the official extraordinary!

With that in mind, Lumian had been picking the hapluckiest of the homeless ones – the group itself was one of the ill-lucked ones.

Pulling down his cap, he walked over to the homeless man, his back to the gas lamp on the street outside, so that his face was completely hidden in shadow.

Lumian then crouched down, put on his black gloves and shoved the homeless man.

"You ......"

The homeless man turned around and asked, slightly pained and confused.

"I need your help with something, would you like to?"

Lumian pulled out a silver coin worth 1 Fil Gold with cherubs and divergent threads engraved on it.

The homeless man's bare brush was sucked by the silver coin, and without hesitation, he nodded, "No problem!" As he spoke, he reached over his hand, and his nose seemed to be able to smell the aroma of leather's sour and thick meatloaf.

After getting the silver coin, the homeless man's eyes suddenly straightened, he looked behind Humian's back, and blurted out in shock, "That's ......."

Taking advantage of Lumien's turn, he pressed his hands and scrambled to his feet, trying to climb over the barricades and run to the bottom of the alley.

What to give money to a homeless man and let him cooperate to do something, it is very dangerous when you hear it!

Of course, the third choice of a normal homeless person is to take the money and run away quickly!

Syllable!

Lumian withdrew his right hand and calmly watched as the homeless man collapsed limply on the barricades, unconscious.

He hadn't wanted to keep the homeless man awake and see everything from the beginning, because even if he blindfolded the other party and plugged the other person's ears, it could be dangerous, and there was a certain probability that his identity and the "transfer technique" would be very evil ritual magic.

Therefore, his plan is to ask for the other party's opinion exactly, and after getting permission, he will be knocked out directly.

Humian lifted the homeless man by supporting his drunken companion, took him to the nearest underground entrance to Trier, hid him in a nearby hideout, tied his hands and feet, blindfolded him, and gagged his ears.

With all this done, he sneaked back to the Breeze Ballroom, found a carbide lamp, took the appropriate tools, and then returned to the entrance, carrying the unconscious homeless man on his back to the quarry hollow where the Prophecy had been held.

Unlike last time, this time it was a dual-element ceremony, but the orange-yellow candle representing the gods and other objects of prayer was replaced with an off-white one.

It also contains Lumian's blood.

In order to increase the probability of success, Lumian intends to seal the dust on his chest with the magic of this ritual

Dye "supplication" and mobilize a trace of its strength.

After simply setting up the altar and creating a "spiritual wall", he stabbed the homeless man with the perverted Hedsey's dagger, causing his blood to flow into a metal vial.

The homeless man woke up, but was knocked unconscious in an instant.

Lumian quickly disinfected and bandaged his wounds, blended the blood with a few of his burnt ashes into a kind of "black water", picked up the thinnest brush, and sketched several complex and mysterious symbols on a piece of parchment.

There were rings of black thorns that he was familiar with, small snakes that were entwined with each other, rivers of small snakes, twisted lines, strange eyes, blah, blah, blah.

Barely finished, Lumian was already in a cold sweat on his forehead.

He placed the tramp and the symbol-laden parchment on the boulder that served as the altar, poured perfume into the firelight, sprinkled the powder, took two steps back, looked at the gently flickering yellowish candle, and said in the ancient Hermean language: "O power of fate! You are the past, the present and the future, you are the cause, the effect and the process."

As on many occasions before, the candlelight representing the gods was compressed to the extreme, and then expanded, the size of a fist, silver and black, and everything around it was distorted, and everywhere there was a gray mist and a black wind whining.

Lumian, whose ears were filled with crazy whispers, resisted his dizziness and said in Hermes's language: "I pray to you: I pray that you will change the fate of this poor man; I pray that you will take away his bad luck."

With this in mind, Lumian stepped forward and placed the parchment paper with mysterious symbols on the silver and black candle flame and placed it in the natural recess of the altar's surface.

The next second, he took out a gold coin worth 5 Filgin, engraved with a sunbird, and placed it next to the homeless man's hand.

Money is something that can't be refused to be a miser, and it will be the best medium!

Lumien, who seemed to be carrying a pound on his back, took a step back and waited until the parchment burned out before he uttered the final incantation: "O gray amber, a herb of fate, please transmit the power to me......

The entire altar suddenly became bright and unreal, and there seemed to be an illusory, complex, and icy river of mercury flowing quietly in front of Lumien's eyes.

It wrapped the homeless man and the gold coin in it, making the whispers in Lumian's ears clearer and clearer, causing the cyan veins on his face to bulge one after another.

Lumian instinctively feared the pain that resembled praying for a "gift", and suddenly, the illusory image shrank and landed on the surface of the gold coin on the altar.

Everything was back to normal, except for the gold coin, which was a little darker in the silver-white and black light.