As on the previous two occasions, the silver-white and black candle flame condensed into a pillar of light and landed on Lumien's left chest, which was already in pain and confusion.

In the gray mist and black wind, a silver-black illusory liquid flowed out of it.

At some point, Lumian forgot the pain, forgot the vertigo, and seemed to have become a different person.

Standing above the wilderness, he drew his wooden bow and shot a long, glittering blue arrow at his prey in the sky.

Vaguely, Lumian remembered who he was, but he felt that it was all very real, and that it was all being experienced.

The sharp blue arrow pierced the sky and pierced into the belly of a gray-black vulture.

Sharp pain rushed into Lumian's mind, and he saw himself fluttering his wings and falling to the ground with a sharp arrow that nearly pierced his abdomen.

No, how did I turn into a vulture...... In a blur, Lumian flashed such a realization, not completely assimilated by the current scene and physical situation.

Bang!

He fell heavily to the ground, only to feel that his bones were broken one by one, and the pain was severe.

Lumian almost fainted when he saw a hyena pounce on him.

Warm, foul-smelling flesh filled his mouth, and he found himself gnawing at the body of a gray-black vulture, and the blue-shiny arrowhead had broken inside the bird of prey.

It's so unpalatable...... I'm not that little Ludwig monster...... Lumian couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He didn't think of himself as a hyena completely, but continued to bite and gnaw at his prey uncontrollably, not letting go of the parts that had been infected with the poison.

Suddenly, he had a stabbing pain in his back and was clawed to the ground.

The attacker was a strange lion with multiple parts of his body rotting and bleeding blood-yellow pus.

Lumian slit the hyena's throat and took refuge in the nearby grass with it in his mouth.

He watched the scene from the perspective of a bystander with a slight sense of detachment, and quickly dismantled the hyena into his belly.

Satisfied and disgusted, Lumian's abdomen began to ache, and the extraordinary power that was already close to losing control was completely activated by the toxin, bringing about a mutation.

He quickly lost his mind and went insane, leaving nothing but a desire to destroy everything in sight and wreak havoc.

No, it can't be like this...... The most important thing is not done yet...... Lumian sniffed the delicate sweet scent of grey amber and didn't let himself be fully immersed in the madness.

In a cathartic run, he saw a hunter and pounced.

Lumian, who was holding a wooden bow, smelled a strong fishy smell and saw a lion with a rotting body and two skull-like sarcomas growing from its shoulders.

The mouth hung with a trace of bright red flesh was open to the limit.

Shocked by the horror, Lumien finally regained his full self-knowledge, and found that the hunter's "body" had vanished along with vultures, hyenas, and lions, turning into complex characters and strange symbols with silver and black accents.

These words and symbols are connected end to end, forming a ring, and suddenly retracting into the human body.

Lumian opened his eyes and saw the silver and white candle flame that flickered quietly, and saw the half-meter-high stone that served as an altar.

The experience just now is so real...... It's like being a vulture, a hyena, a lion, and another human...... Lumian rubbed his swollen head and slowly stood up, reminiscing about his previous experience and digesting the extra knowledge in his mind.

He couldn't remember at all when he was rolling on the floor in pain.

Call...... After a brief period of peace, Lumian confirmed that he had received a new gift and became a "Contracted One".

He quickly packed up the altar, lifted the "spiritual wall", and put on the calcium carbide lamp, ready to leave the quarry hollow.

At the same time, Lumian examines his own changes and the abilities of the "Contracted One":

His spirituality has strengthened considerably;

His flexibility from the "dancer" and the ability of the "dervishesh monk" to endure more extreme conditions have improved to a certain extent, but not much;

His intuition for sensing fortune has also been slightly enhanced, but after discovering that Termipolos can influence his fate and judgment, he rarely uses this ability anymore, wary of the other party;

The "Dance of Moves" has a larger range of influence, and the personality of strange creatures that can be forcibly possessed through it is also higher;

The "Contracted One" only adds one new ability, which is the ability to make a contract with a recruited creature and directly borrow a trait.

Contrary to Lumien's expectations, this special contract was integrated into his body and soul when he was promoted, and could not be delegated to others.

In other words, it is an integral part of the contract, and is the main part, and must then rely on this to write the remainder of the contract and give it to the target creature to "sign".

After a period of pondering, Lumian roughly grasped the specific situation of the ability to "accept the contract":

The target creature must agree to sign a contract;

After signing the contract, you can choose the trait you want according to your own will;

Each time you sign a contract, you gain not only an ability, but also a certain influence from the contract creature, and the higher their personality, the greater the negative impact;

The number of contracts signed depends on one's own ability to bear, and the higher or very powerful traits may only be able to bear one, the more ordinary ones that are equivalent to their own level are determined to be three, and the ones that are particularly weak and low enough can be more;

When signing a contract, you need to pay a price, part of which is given to the contract creature, and the other part is given to the witnesses of the contract, and the price can be life, limbs, blood relatives, lovers, sacrifices, spiritual ceilings, part of sanity and other things, and what it is depends on what the contract creature wants.

Therefore, the vast majority of the knowledge that Lumian has gained through this gift is the information of the corresponding creature, including specific abilities and traits and the "reward" that the other party wants to receive.

But most of these strange creatures are evil and weird, and so does the price to pay, and Lumian doesn't really want to pick among them.

Of course, the main reason is not this, but the fact that these creatures contained in the occult knowledge of the forces of fate may have something to do with the existence in the name of fate, and Lumian fears that signing a contract with them will suffer hidden effects and lead his fate to slide into the abyss.

For this reason, Lumian did not intend to make the being the object of supplication and the witness of the contract when he signed the contract.

He has better options:

Mr. "Fool"!

According to the canon that Lumian heard in the Church of the Fool, the Great Being is the Lord of the Spirit Realm, and the Holy Spirit Angel next to His throne is ruling the Spirit Realm in His place.

Even if this is an exaggeration, it is enough to show that Mr. "Fool" has a strong influence in the spirit world.

In this case, when Lumian, who is sealed by Mr. "Fool" and uses Mr. "Fool" as the object of prayer and witness to the contract, tries to target the spirit creatures, it is likely that there will be a lot of bonuses and hidden benefits, just like other "people who have been contracted" sign a contract with strange creatures that are gifted with their own knowledge.

Lumian quickly combed through the knowledge he had just gained, and found that some of it was very vaguely described, and seemed to contain many possibilities.

For example, "the target creature must agree before signing a contract" does not limit the way in which consent can be obtained, and the "reward" demanded by the latter should be negotiable.

In addition, the combination of the two knowledges of "contract creatures will bring certain negative effects" and "the limit of their own ability to bear" ruled out the possibility that Lumian cheated by the seal of Mr. "Fool", the lord of the spirit world, and used enough money to sign a contract with high-level creatures to obtain divine power.

But no matter what, the ability to arbitrarily select a combination of abilities within a certain range makes the upper limit of the "deed person" very high, of course, the lower limit is also low, if you choose the wrong ability, pay the wrong price, and even inferior to the best among ordinary people.

Lumian reined in his spirit and whispered happily, "Do you have anything to add, Termipolos?"

Frankly speaking, when entering the underground, Lumian's biggest concern was actually whether Themiporos would take advantage of this ritual to ask for a gift and try to destroy it, after all, the level of power he obtained was getting higher and higher, and it really began to endanger this fateful angel, even if he was sealed by death, he would find a way to make trouble, and it was unlikely that he would sit there and wait to be weakened.

And when the ritual of asking for the gift is performed, the seal will definitely be opened a little so that the power of fate can flow out, which will give Themipolos a certain opportunity.

Lumian was originally preparing to ask for protection before formally praying for the gift, but he didn't expect that the strange appearance of Monit and the existence of the angel behind him made the blessing matter earlier, and Termipolos became more peaceful, and did not make obvious interference in the follow-up.

Themipolos replied in a still majestic voice, "The entrance to the mine."

Entrance to the Mine...... What do you mean? Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and walked to the hollow entrance and exit of the current quarry in confusion.

As a yellowish glow tinted blue illuminated the gravel-strewn area, he saw a neatly cut piece of cardpaper.

I didn't have it when I came in...... Lumian tightened his spirits, and slowly leaned in, and saw a monocle almost rubbed on the surface of the black paper, with four lines of thick, bright red words written in Indisian:

'Different' Cabaret

"Lovers' night

"Seven o'clock in the evening on the last day of the month

"You're invited."

"Different" cabaret ...... Monocle...... Lovers' Night...... Lumian's mind instantly conjured up Monette wearing a monocle in the socket of his right eye.

He obviously prayed for the blessing of Mr. "Fool" Angel, and did many anti-stalking, but he didn't get rid of that strange fraudster?

"No, Mr. Fool's Angel Blessing has a very high anti-divination and anti-prophecy effect, and unless Monit has been hiding around me and has never been shaken off, he will not be able to catch up again!" Lumi was startled and looked around almost instinctively.

In the darkness at the edge of the quarry's hollow, everything was dead silent, but Lumian got goosebumps, as if there were countless pairs of eyes hidden in the air.