It takes a great deal of patience to resist the loss of self-control brought about by carrying around the 'torture', and the fluctuations of various desires and emotions become stronger...... 'Dervishes' is very good at this kind of thing......" Lumian read the letter from the "magician" lady, and quickly thought about whether he could meet the conditions for using the magical item.

Of course, he doesn't have to carry the "torture" gloves with him to use them, Lumian can put the gloves somewhere in advance, lead the enemy into the ambush circle and then take them out, or he can save a sum of money and buy a steam robot and let the tools without emotions and desires help him carry it, but since the ability of the "dervishes" can control the negative effects well, then he doesn't need to take too troublesome methods. 1

Thinking about this, Lumian thought of the negative effects of the various contracts of the "deed person".

A large part of them also seems to be weakened by the patience and restraint of the "dervishes".

"Receiving the gift of the 'Dervishesh Monk' first, and then being the 'Contracted One', is it because you have to improve your patience before you can inherit the contract? Otherwise, someone like the parish priest who carries more than a dozen negative effects would have 'exploded' on their own.......

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"Well, Guillaume. Bennet's application of the abilities of the 'Dervishes' and 'Ascetic' is not very good, is this because he has long been accustomed to indulging his desires and cannot change it back, or is he one of the kind who jumps to the 'Contracted One' and then becomes the 'Fortune Hunter', and does not have enough control over the gifts of the 'Dervishesh' and the 'Ascetic', and is closer to using them instinctively?" Lumian muttered to himself.

Recalling that in the dream, Father Bendo changed from an ordinary person to a "life hunter" in one day, and he was more inclined to the latter possibility, believing that the manifestation in the dream was Guillaume. It only took Bennet two or three gifts to become a symbol of "life hunter".

Lumian refocused his gaze on the letter in his hand and read the rest in one sitting.

The use of the "torture" gloves would attract dangerous creatures, and he planned to find an opportunity to find a suitable place and ask Franka to help confirm the situation.

If it's really dangerous, then consider setting aside a "spirit shuttle" to escape the influence or attack.

A crimson flame rose silently, igniting the letter paper full of words.

In the scattered ashes, Lumian reached for the pair of iron-black gloves.

It doesn't have the texture of metal and the coldness of it, but it's very hard.

Almost at the same time, of all the voices Lumien heard, two were naturally amplified in his mind:

One was the movement of the eloping couple mingling with swearing, and the other was the noise of drunks smashing wine bottles and yelling in the street.

The former gave Lumian some thought, and the latter brought the urge to pull out the revolver and shoot down.

None of them are too strong, and they belong to the category of patience and restraint.

Once the gloves were the right size, Lumian placed them next to his pillow.

Late at night, in a daze.

Lumien seemed to have arrived at an old beige castle, and its surface had many traces of black and red, as if it had been stained with a large amount of blood.

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Hysterical laughter and shouts came from inside the castle, and Lumian subconsciously raised his head to see a face with dark red hair looking at him from a narrow window on the third floor.

As soon as their eyes collided, the man raised his right hand and jerked out his reddish brown eyes.

Tiny blood vessels then detached from their eye sockets, leaving behind a pair of bloody black holes.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The man who lost his eyes laughed maniacally.

Lumien's thoughts were blurred, and he reflexively walked into the castle.

What caught his eye were bloody scenes:

The maid sliced open her stomach with a knife and pulled out the pale intestines stained with blood; The valets kept climbing up the stairs to the second floor, jumping back into the hall, falling themselves again and again; The person who suspected of being a housekeeper was holding a beautiful female head, but he had no lower body, and he crawled with alternating elbows, leaving a thick and long blood mark; The headless lady sat on the single sofa, picked up her coffee, and poured it into the slit in her neck......

The rich smell of blood and the atmosphere of madness pierced Lumian's spirit, causing him to snap his eyes open.

He saw the familiar, dirty ceiling, and heard the constant noise of the night.

"Just dreaming?" Lumian could clearly recall the scene in his dream, and there was still a little fear in his heart.

As an extraordinary person who has officially entered the world of the occult, he does not despise such dreams.

It was most likely a revelation from the astral spirits, or some kind of influence from the outside world.

After a quick replay of the day's events, Lumian zeroed in on two "suspects":

"Is it the after-effects of that game of king's cake during the day, or is it the effect of the 'torture' gloves?"

He looked at the iron-black jab gloves that he didn't carry with him but just sat next to his pillow, and felt that it was probably a problem with the game.

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He tried to question Themipolos, but received no response.

After moving the "torture" gloves to the wooden table drawer, Lumian fell back to sleep.

That night, he had several nightmares, each time dreaming of the strange castle.

Thankfully, the clarity of the dream was decreasing, and in the future, it was no different from a normal nightmare.

The next morning, Lumien went on a run as usual in search of a special breakfast in the market area.

After sitting in the Breeze Ballroom until almost twelve o'clock, he rang the doorbell of Apartment 601 at 3 White Coat Street again.

"It's very positive." Franca's face was ruddy, and she opened the door in good spirits.

Lumian didn't hide his intentions at all: "Didn't you say you wanted to talk about Russell the Great?"

"This, this ......" Franka's expression became strange again.

She yelled, "I'm sick!"!

"What disease?" Lumian felt that the "Witch of Pleasure" was in great shape.

As she walked to the living room, Franka muttered, "Embarrassing sickness!"

Lumien closed the door, sat down on the couch, and asked thoughtfully, "Embarrassing Russell the Great?"

"yes." Sitting cross-legged in an easy chair, Franka scratched at her flaxen-colored hair, "I'm so afraid he'll be so embarrassed that he will crawl out of the coffin and strangle everyone who knows!"

After talking a lot of nonsense and illogically, Franka finally sighed:

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"To put it simply, Russell the Great, like us, came from another world."

"Russell the Great is also the 'time-traveler' you say?" Lumien blurted out in amazement.

Franca gave an "um":

"Many of his inventions and ideas are original to our world, and the more critical evidence is that his diary was written in the language of the country where you and your sister were, so no one deciphered it for so many years until we also traveled here."

Lumian's mind was in a jumbled mood, both as bizarre and like a story, and from his sister Aurore's attitude towards Russell the Great and his diary, he felt the truth of Franca's statement. "

Seeing that he was silent, Franca added with understanding:

"But he is indeed a very powerful person, from the ordinary people who did not have Sequence 9 to go through the path of God step by step, overthrowing the Sauron Dynasty, bringing great changes to Intis and this world, profoundly affecting the history of these two or three hundred years and this generation of mankind."

Also, Russell the Great said, "A hero is a hero, and it has nothing to do with his origin...... It doesn't matter where Russell the Great came from...... Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality and asked curiously:

"Those famous sayings of Russell the Great were once said by the philosophers of your world?"

"Mostly." Franka helped the "fellow" whitewash his image, "but there are also parts of himself, you think, a person who has experienced so many things, has had so many glories and setbacks, must have his own unique views on all aspects, and there will be no shortage of famous sayings." ”

"No wonder Oroel laughs whenever I tell what Russell the Great said......," Lumian suddenly realized, understanding his sister's mood at that time, and also understanding the ridiculous attitude of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" towards the Emperor.

Instead, he asked, "One of you wrote the Secret Records of Russell the Great?"

"yes, but I don't know who." Franka is very honest, "The writing is quite good. ”

"Is everything in there real?" Lumien pondered whether to find an underground bookseller to buy one.

Franka laughed: "Half and half, even if it's the real half, it's an expansion of two or three sentences from the Emperor's diary into a chapter, filled with fragrant details, for example, the Emperor once had a super friendship relationship with a certain witch......"

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At this, Franka suddenly paused.

She remembered that she was a witch now.

Worth collecting...... Russell the Great is as romantic as the legend goes...... Lumian began to look forward to the local book.

He didn't continue the conversation about the Emperor and the Witch, mentioning yesterday's game of King's and nightmares at night, and asking about it

Fortune teller Franka: "What revelations are hidden in that dream?"

"I can't read it." Franka thought for a long time and said, "There is danger, stay away, well, those nightmares are more like the after-effects of some kind of madness." ”

Lumian thought for a few seconds, did not discuss the issue again, and planned to consult two "psychiatrists" in the afternoon.

At 3:20 p.m., Lumien arrived at the Mason Café in the Botanical Garden, sat down in the D booth, and asked for a cup of fragrant Intis coffee and two fluffy cakes coated with cream.

After waiting for dessert and coffee to arrive, he waited another minute or two before he heard Susie's gentle female voice: "Good afternoon, Lumian. Mr. Lee. ”

Lumian smiled relaxedly, "Good afternoon, Lady Susie, good afternoon, Lady 'Justice'."