What a coincidence? Lumien doesn't think it's a coincidence.

In the vast underground Trier, it is true that encountering others by chance cannot be called anomalous, such things are rare, but it is by no means rare, after all, there are active quarry police, smugglers, cave adventurers, ore researchers, wandering college students, members of secret organizations, wanted criminals, gangsters, cultists and rebels, but in such a large dark world, the probability of meeting people who happen to know each other is almost zero.

It's not like the time when Jana was saved, Lumian followed the scent all the way through.

Lumien's spirit tensed instantly, looked at Monette who was wearing monocles, and forced a smile: "Yes, what a coincidence."

With one hand in his pocket, he echoed as he gestured to put away the candles and materials on the stone, trying to convince the other party that he had completed the ritual and could leave at any time, with no value worth destroying or coveting.

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Monette pinched the monocle in the socket of her right eye, smiled and waved her hand, "See you on the ground."

With that, he turned around and left the entrance of the mine, the sound of footsteps fading away.

This made Lumian a little stunned.

That's it?

Was it really a chance encounter?

Looking at his appearance, he is very familiar with underground Trier, and he has definitely been here a lot of times, and he should know very well that in such a dark and dead place, rashly breaking into a place where there is light is easy to irritate the other party and cause unnecessary conflicts.......

Even if he was puzzled by the presence of a stranger in the quarry hollow in his path, he should have chosen to lurk close and observe secretly, rather than "coming to the door" so nonchalantly......

Is he confident enough in his own strength?

It can't just scare me!

Lumian's thoughts flickered, and he withdrew his gaze from the hollow entrance to the quarry and cast his gaze on the candles and materials placed on the stones.

He hesitated to continue the ritual of asking for the gift.

At this time, the cascading voice of Termipolos sounded in his ears: "You'd better change places."

Belch...... Lumian was startled, and inexplicably felt a hint of anxiety and worry in Themipolos's tone.

It was very inconspicuous, and if there was nothing, it made Lumian wonder if he had miscalculated.

It was the first time he had noticed that the fateful angel was experiencing mood swings.

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Before, no matter how mocking and provocative he was, Temibhopulos was silent at best, not answering.

And what can make an angel anxious and anxious is certainly not simple!"

While his heart was beating involuntarily, Lumian blurted out, "That person was dangerous just now?"

"He's not dangerous in his own right, but it gives me a sense of danger." Themipolos really answered.

This confirms Lumien's speculation:

This angel senses a certain problem from fate, a problem that can threaten Him!

"Why is it that you are not strong enough, but you feel dangerous? What exactly does that person want to do?" Lumian asked further.

Themipolos's tone returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm sealed, and I can only sense the outside world through you, and I can't get enough information.

"If you want to know the answers to these two questions, you must first find a way to weaken the seal."

Do you think I'm like a fool? I wonder if your anxiety and worry are faked in order to create pressure and intimidate me...... However, with Temibolos's previous performance, even if there was no improvement, it should not have revealed his true purpose so quickly...... Monit's appearance is indeed too coincidental, and his behavior is indescribably strange, and he should be avoided or avoided, and he would rather believe that he is very dangerous than take carelessness lightly...... Lumian quickly packed up his belongings on the stones, picked up the carbide lamp, and left the quarry cavity.

Relying on part of the map of underground Trier that he had previously memorized from Gardner Martin, he went around closer to the memorial parish and went a few meters deeper into the ground to find another dead and dark quarry cavity, following him at least three times along the way.

Call...... After looking around, Lumien breathed a sigh of relief, put down the carbide lamp, and placed the ritual candle and materials on a relatively flat half-meter-high stone.

Suddenly, he felt something move in the darkness at the edge of the quarry.

Hiss...... Lumian's heart lifted again, and he carefully grabbed the calcium carbide lamp and cast the light at the place.

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A yellowish glow dyed blue shone out, and a black rat with half of its body covered by rubble caught in Lumian's eyes.

The rat did not dodge in the light, but stood there silently, and after a few seconds slowly turned around and burrowed into the small hole at the bottom of the rock wall.

For some reason, Lumien always felt that the rat's right eye was larger than his left.

Carrying the calcium carbide lamp, his spirit unconsciously tensed again, and his body was ready to ask in a low voice:

"Is there a problem here, Termibolos?"

Themipolos's voice echoed in Lumian's body, and it was magnificent:

"You'd better pray to the 'fool' at once, ask for the angel's protection, and then move somewhere else."

Is this the problem so serious? Lumien's pupils dilated, and he took out another candle and quickly set up the altar.

He was not worried that this was an opportunity for Themipolos to induce him to make the wrong choice, after all, praying to Mr. "Fool" was in itself his last resort, and it would be beneficial to him.

From another point of view, it is indirect, although it is indirect to force a fateful angel to seek the blessing of a "fool", but it is enough to show that the current situation is very wrong, and once it breaks out, the danger is unimaginable!

At his limit, it took only a dozen seconds for Lumian to set up the candle, sanctify the dagger, and create a "spiritual wall" that could only surround himself and the altar.

Then, in order from god to man, from left to right, he lit the three candles in turn, dripping with essential oil and hydrosol.

In the misty light and the light of the mist, Lumien exhaled and said solemnly:

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a king of yellow and black who rules good fortune.

"I pray to you;

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"Pray for your protection......"

As the ritual progressed, Lumian fell into a thin gray mist, the itching of flesh and blood, and the sluggishness of his thoughts, and once again saw the twelve-winged angel composed of pure light descend from infinity and embrace him.

As the pair of wings of light closed and vanished, Lumian suddenly regained his senses, checked his condition, collected the contents of the altar, and quickly left the mine.

He walked into the ground near the market area, and habitually started to do anti-stalking.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Lumian followed the map and found a hidden and relatively safe quarry cavity.

He walked in, examined it, and asked in a suppressed voice:

"Is there a problem here, Termipolos?"

"Not at the moment." Themipolos replied.

Lumian closed his eyes, and his mind relaxed a lot.

He immediately thought about a question: "

Do you return to the earth, wait for the anomaly to disappear after a while, and then find another hidden place to hold a ritual to pray for gifts, or take advantage of the blessing of the angel Mr. "Fool" on your body, seize the opportunity to temporarily get rid of the anomaly, and hurry up to the "deed person"?

According to Lumian's style, he was willing to take a risk, and that would be the case next time anyway, after all, he couldn't confirm that the anomaly had actually disappeared, and he needed to consult the high-ranking people.

In that case, why don't you ask now!"

Lumian set up the altar again, and this time, instead of seeking shelter or asking for a bounty, he summoned the messenger of the "magician" lady.

The "doll" messenger in a pale gold dress quickly appeared on the blue candle flame.

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It looked at Lumian and said unhappily, "This is not a good place."

With that, it took the letter that Lumian had written quickly.

It briefly mentions Timonite's performance and Themipolos' reaction, and asks if he can now perform a ritual to ask for a gift.

In this matter, Lumian played a little cautiously, he only asked "yes" or "no", and did not directly ask the "magician" lady to provide protection.

- The price of asking a demigod to do it was too high, and Lumian felt that he couldn't afford it now, so he might as well ask to attract her attention.

Of course, if there is really no other way, he will also try, it is better to owe a debt than to die, and there will always be a day when it will be repaid, or the person has passed away and does not need to pay it back.

It's not a good place...... Is it the quarry cavern, or the entire underground Trier? Lumien pondered the Courier's words.

Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought a reply: "This is a big trouble."

The first words of the "magician" lady made Lumian's eyelids jump.

"Of course, the problem is not that serious, at least I haven't found the biggest one to return to this world.

"What needs to be determined now is His true purpose, and from Themipolos' reaction, I suspect it was directed at Him, but He is very good at hiding His purpose, and it may have been a deliberate attempt to mislead us or someone else.

"There should be no anomalies now and for some time to come, and after you adjust your condition, you can hold a ritual to ask for a gift."

He? Is that an angel? The one who showed malice through Monette was an angel? Lumian couldn't help but hiss, and a strong feeling of fear welled up in his heart.

This also reminded him of the special nature of the "different" dance hall, and he suspected that he really had to collect debts and might face a large number of angels!

Seeing that the Lady "Magician" judged the current situation in the same way as that of Themipolos, Lumian calmed down and changed the altar.

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Soon, he gazed at the two gray-white candles, which represented the power of fate and himself, respectively, and in the complex smell mixed with the gray amber perfume, he took a step back and recited in a deep voice:

"O power of fate!

"You are the past, the present, and the future;

"You are the cause, the effect, and the process."