As time passed, Lumien felt his body temperature slowly slipping away, and even the blazing sunlight outside the window of the public carriage could not stop the change.

His mind became less and less active, and the skin on the back of his hand became paler.

Eventually, Lumien made it to the market area.

When he jumped out of the public carriage, his hands and feet seemed to become a little stiff.

As soon as he turned into the White Coat Street, a gentleman who met him was suddenly stunned for a moment, and let out a low cry with fear in his eyes.

Lumian subconsciously looked to the side and looked at himself reflected in the glass window of the café.

The black hair in the gold seemed to have not been washed for many days, his face was pale to the point of blue, the neck was hidden with purple patches and signs of decay, and his eyes were cold and hollow, like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Lumian smiled at the gentleman and said:

"Well, am I pretending to be a living corpse?"

He heard his own voice approaching the coldness of Hela.

The gentleman cursed silently, bypassing the guy who looked like he was going to a masquerade.

Realizing that the pollution on his body was getting worse, Lumian quickened his pace and ran into the safe house where he had not yet quit the lease in a posture that had not been reconciled.

He quickly set up the altar, spread out the paper, and wrote a short letter to the "magician" lady:

"I completed the commission of the 'Justice' lady and got the water of the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring', but I also suffered from the pollution, which is getting worse and worse, how can I get rid of it?"

Neatly folded the letter, Lumian summoned the messenger of the "magician" lady.

The "doll" messenger appeared above the blue candle flame, looked at Lumian, and nodded approvingly:

"I like your temperament now, except that your hair is too greasy."

Is it a dying temperament? Lumian was much less impulsive to even murmur than before.

After watching the "doll" messenger leave, he set himself a quarter-hour waiting limit, beyond which the "magician" lady would have to find another way to solve the pollution on his body if he hadn't replied, for example, to perform a ritual and pray directly to Mr. "Fool".

Click, click, the hands of the pocket watch "borrowed" from the Breeze Dance Hall danced in a fixed rhythm, but Lumian had noticed that it was already nearly ten minutes later than normal, as if the closer you got to the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", the slower it became.

Suddenly, pieces of starlight flew out of the void and instantly condensed into a mysterious and dreamy door.

The door opened, and the "magician" lady in a long brown and yellow dress walked out, and behind the door was dark and starlight.

The holder of the Great Arcana card of the "Tarot Society" glanced at Lumian, nodded lightly, and said:

"Pray to Mr. 'Fool' for the purification of the angels."

Do you still have to pray to Mr. "Fool"? Lumian didn't ask too much, but set up the altar that had been set up and began the ceremony.

After lighting the candles in the correct order, dripping in hydrosol and burning the herbs, he took a step back, looked at the candle flames, and chanted in a deep voice:

"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;"

"Pray that you will cleanse me of the ..... of pollution"

When the ritual was complete, Lumian saw the angel once again with condensed light, once again covered in twelve pairs of wings of light.

With only light left in his eyes, he felt the cold in his body evaporating, and his body temperature quickly recovered.

Not long after, the angel returned, and Lumian looked at the full-length mirror in the room, and found that his face, hair, and eyes had completely recovered, and the purple corpse spots had completely disappeared, only a few signs of decay remained, but there were no signs of deterioration, which seemed to take time to heal.

Lumian thanked Mr. "Fool" with all his heartfelt thanks, and ended the ceremony.

He was about to turn to the "magician" lady when he suddenly remembered something and quickly raised his right hand and looked at the palm of his hand.

The wounds from the erosion of the earth blood ore are still there, and although they are not as bright red as when they first melted into the "rust", they are not dull either, as if they had a few scars there with blood.

Feeling the madness and violence faintly coming from his right palm, Lumian frowned in confusion: "Can't this be purified?"

The "magician" lady stared at his right palm for a few seconds, and instead of answering directly, she said, "Tell me the details."

She took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down, without the idea of standing and communicating.

Lumien sat down in a chair at the wooden table, and began with the commission of the "Just" lady, and continued until he and "Hela" each took a third of the water from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".

In it, he focuses on describing the crazy and terrifying huge figure and the strange power that pulls the other party back, while not forgetting the appearance of Timonit and his various actions, as well as the "return" of the Earth Blood Ore.

The "magician" lady listened quietly and laughed:

"It's too difficult for a real big man to die completely, even if he doesn't have extraordinary characteristics, no body, no soul, there are still spiritual imprints, death marks, residual breath and other things, once the conditions are met, maybe he can return to the real world with the help of a suitable body."

"Like the original Creator?" Lumian probably understood what the "magician" lady was trying to say, and asked thoughtfully, "Which big man is that figure?"

The "Magician" lady thought for a moment and said, "It should be the 'Blood Emperor' of the Quaternary, Arista. Tuddor. ”

"The Blood Emperor", one of the Four Emperors, Lumian from Gardner. Martin had heard of the title and name there.

Arista. The empire founded by Tudor included present-day Intis, and Trier, which sank into the ground, was his capital.

Follow Gardner. According to Martin, this "Blood Emperor" is a true god who holds the "Hunter" path, that is, he is the Sequence 0 "Red Priest"!

"Yes." The "Magician" lady nodded, "The War of the Four Emperors" is a real war of gods, Arista Tuduo fell on that Trier in the Quaternary Age, sinking the capital of the empire into the ground, and he has already done a lot of things, it is said that he almost let all the gods who participated in the war at that time bury him, to this day, there are still many remnants of that war under Trier, and it can even be said that they have profoundly influenced part of the history of the Fifth Age. ”

The Fifth Age is the era in which Lumian and others lived, and is known as the "Black Iron Age".

Almost buried all the gods who participated in the war?" Blood Emperor: "It's crazy...... Lumian listened with a burst of curiosity:

"What exactly is the situation in the Battle of the Four Emperors?"

"I don't know." The "magician" lady spread her hands, "I just heard a few words from two beings who have personally experienced the 'Battle of the Four Emperors', and they actually don't understand the whole picture, after all, you can't look directly at God, remember, you can't look directly at God, even if it's just an incomplete mythical creature that the Sequence 4 Sage has turned into out of control." ”

And the existence of the "Battle of the Four Emperors" who has personally lived to this day? They can participate in that divine war, at least angels...... two of the angels next to Mr. "Fool"'s throne? Well, it is mentioned in the Holy Scriptures that Mr. Fool's "Angel of Time" is an angel of ancient times, and He is one of them? Lumian combined the information he had and tried to speculate.

He had heard Aurel mention the concept of mythical creatures and the corresponding questions, and he had no doubts about the phrase "do not look directly at God." “

Lumian asked with interest:

"After the fall of the Blood Emperor, there are still spiritual imprints, death marks, or residual breaths that have been sealed in the springs of the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring'?"

"It should be a death mark, but I think it is also mixed with a spiritual imprint, residual breath, and even some remnants of the spirit that has been retained for some reason, otherwise, the 'Blood Emperor' Arista. It is impossible for Tudor to remain in a state of fighting with people in that spring, hehe, fighting is also a 'hunter' trait. The "magician" lady said her speculation.

She said as she reached into the void, the tip disappearing into Lumian's eyes.

After a few fumbling sessions, the lady pulled out a glass of pale red wine with an attractive color.

"Didn't your sister teach you? When there are guests, remember to ask the other party if they have tea or wine, and if they want a snack. The "magician" lady took a sip of the pale red wine and shook her head.

How can I remember this time? Where did her wine come from? Lumian realized that he had forgotten to ask the most important thing.

He accepted the teachings sincerely, and asked other questions first: "Where did the strange power that dragged the 'Blood Emperor' back to the fountain come from?"

"I don't know." The "magician" lady replied very simply, "Even the true gods may not know, the only thing that is certain is that it has nothing to do with the 'War of the Four Emperors'. ”

Lumian temporarily suppressed this matter to the bottom of his heart, raised his right hand and said, "What are these traces, Mr. 'Fool' can't purify them?"

"It's not pollution, how can it be purified?" Magician," said the lady as she took a slow sip of light red wine, "it's the equivalent of a magical item embedded in your hand, which will bring some negative effects, and the negative effects cannot be purified unless you remove the item itself." ”

"Magical Items...... What does it do, and what are the hidden dangers?" Lumian didn't expect to hear such an answer.

"It didn't work." "Magician" lady laughed, "I said the equivalent, not the equal, of course, it's not completely useless, but it can't make you stronger directly, rumored to be, in that Quaternary Trill underground, in other hidden places, there is the 'Blood Emperor' Arista. The many treasures left behind by Tudor can only be opened by those with the blood of the Tudor family, and now, you can open them too. ”

It is equivalent to the fact that this palm of mine has a little Tuduo blood and breath that does not involve extraordinary power? Lumian tried to extend his spirit to the bright red scars on his right palm.

As soon as the two came into contact, his whole body was suddenly wrapped in a crazy, violent, terrifying, and lofty aura, and the whole room and even the entire apartment trembled uncontrollably.