Compared to the previous nightmare, Lumian now "sees" more clearly, and the dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window actually looks like the Count of Puiver.

When he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles of his face squirmed, and the contours changed, and in an instant he became exactly like Lumian.

Yes and Lumian of the village of Cordu. Lee was exactly the same, not the current Shire. Dubois!

When the dark red-haired man on Lumian's face dug into his bloody eyeballs, Lumian's eyes also felt a sharp pain, and his vision darkened.

At the same time, a crazy laugh of "hahaha" sounded in his ears, which infected him and wanted to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodlust.

Suddenly, his right palm heated slightly, and that pure madness flooded into his mind.

The irritability, violence, and bloodlust that came out of nowhere were suddenly squeezed out of his body, and the crazy laughter of "hahaha" disappeared in an instant.

Lumian's vision returned to normal, and he saw Anoli sitting opposite, and Count Puifer, who was on the side.

They grinned as they watched the other participants pick the king's cake, completely oblivious to the unusual changes in Lumian.

Lumien counted the missing king's cakes, looked at Laurent, who was choosing, and saw that only a few seconds had passed, and he felt like he had gone through a long hour.

He relied on the ability of the "dervish monk" to resist the emotional fluctuations caused by the aura of the "Blood Emperor" in his body, and vaguely sensed that there was a strange, crazy, bloody, and cruel spirit wandering in the void above his head.

This makes people tremble and try to enter the body of Lumian, and is hidden by Arista. Tudor's aura was intimidating, and he never dared to fall, so he could only hover above the living room, like a vulture that wanted to hunt the corpse and was afraid of the nearby predators.

None of the participants in the game were aware of the madness of the madness that was staring fiercely above their heads, giggling as they picked out the King's Cake.

"Come on, come and dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! See if you're crazy, or Arista. Tudor is crazy!" Lumian, who was a little emotionally unstable, sneered inwardly.

Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell, and that spirit really wanted to forcibly enter his body, and he had no way to stop it, so he could only hope that Mr. "Fool's" seal could be stimulated and produce a certain effect.

And now it seems that the mad and cruel spirit is not rational, it is difficult to think, and it is impossible to distinguish Arista. What exactly Tudor's breath can do, I only know instinctively fear.

Lumian controlled his state a little, and while watching Ellos and the others choose the king's cake, and sensing the crazy spirit flying away, he thought about the corresponding question:

"This seems to be the essence of the Sauron King's game.....

"Puiver uses his own bloodline, using simplified rituals to summon the remnants of the spirit of the ancestors, and let it enter the body of the man who eats the marker and becomes the king......

"Such a crazy and bloody spirit really occupies my body and erodes my mind, I may lose control on the spot, ordinary people have almost no possibility of not going crazy, what does Count Puiver rely on to keep normal? At least he looked normal, and he had been king for an unknown number of times......

"It's no wonder that Themipolos asked me to change a piece of bread last time, and if I get out of control, he won't end much better.....

"Sows raised! Why didn't you alert me today? Knowing that I have the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on my body, I don't have to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, so I choose to be a dumb person?

"Where did this crazy spirit come from, it's been two or three hundred years, why does it still exist?

"Is it the Sauron family that has a special way of preserving the spirit of the high-ranking person, accumulated from generation to generation, or that Buddha Munda. Sauron wasn't actually dead, or was the extraordinary trait he left behind too polluted for the Sauron family to eliminate little by little? It's been two or three hundred years!

"Gardner. Martin's purpose was to confirm Vermunda's status.....

"Well, this crazy spirit has been wandering overhead, and it can't fall...... Will it slowly retreat after that, or will it change its target, or will it create some other mutation?"

Lumian's spirit is highly tense, and he is always on the lookout for the madness that hovers in mid-air.

If it really shows signs of forcibly invading under the breath of the "Blood Emperor", or if it brings other bad changes, Lumian will choose to "teleport" away.

Arnoli, Maren, Illaeta, and the others finished selecting the King's Cake in turn, leaving only the one dedicated to Vermunda on the plate. Sauron's piece.

Count Puiver smiled and looked around and said:

"Everyone can start eating, and the one who eats that gold coin will be the king today."

After speaking, he took a bite of the king's cake in his hand with elegant movements, and then took several bites in a row, his expression gradually dazed and panicked.

There is no such coin!

Count Puiver looked at the other participants in astonishment, and the confidence that everything was under control was gone.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:

"No, it can't be! I'm the one who most resembles my ancestors!"

He fixed his eyes on Eloth, the only one in the room with Sauron's blood.

Although Elos was puzzled by her cousin's panicked and fierce eyes, she still ate a few bites of the king's cake.

There is still no gold coin.

The Count of Puiver was even more confused, his eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through his mind:

"There won't be an illegitimate child of a member of the family here, right?

"No, even if I had, I would be more like the Ancestor's!

"There is a high-ranking person of the 'Hunter' path on the scene?

"Impossible!

"Or, who here has been contaminated underground?"

Seeing that Count Puiver was already scratching his hair in pain, and that most of the participants had eaten several bites of the King's Cake, Lumien slowly raised his right hand and bit it.

Unsurprisingly, his teeth touched a hard metal object.

He then spat the object on his left palm, and sure enough, it was a 10-fil gold coin.

Count Puyver's pupils dilated, staring at Lumian's face, eager to dig out every piece of flesh and examine it carefully.

Anoli laughed:

"Oh, there's finally a new king, and every time it's Puifer who makes me aesthetically tired, and he can't think of any good prank ideas."

Lumian picked up the gold coin and glanced at Arnoli with a cold gaze:

"Who told you to speak?"

Arnoli shuddered and instinctively closed his mouth.

Lumian barely controlled the influence of the "Blood Emperor" aura again, only to feel that the crazy spirit above his head was circling faster and faster, and seemed to be more and more impatient and violent.

He looked around slowly, smiled, and said:

"From now on, I am your king, or do you prefer to call me emperor?"

For some reason, all the participants, including Count Puifer and Miss Elose, developed a throbbing feeling of obeying Charles' orders.

Of course, it is only a throbbing, a throbbing that comes from the dual influence of words and momentum.

Inside, just with Charles. The poet Elite, who had concluded a patronage agreement with Dubois, stood up completely indifferent, put her hand on her breast, and bowed:

"Yes, my Imperial Majesty!"

The others, either in the spirit of the game or under the influence of the throbbing in their hearts, also stood up and saluted in their own way: "Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Lumian smiled at the corner of his mouth and pressed his right hand down, signaling that everyone could sit down.

He then looked at Count Puiver, raised his chin slightly, and said, "I order you to offer thirty thousand filkins worth of gold."

Count Puifer was stunned for a moment, mixed emotions churning in his heart.

This was the first time he had been ordered in a game of king's cake.

He subconsciously wanted to refute in a joking tone, but he remembered that once this occult game really began, he could not disobey the king's orders, otherwise it would end very miserably.

Count Puifer gritted his teeth, stood up and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."

He left the large drawing-room, and while everyone waited quietly, he went up to a certain floor of the main building of the castle, and took out five heavy gold bars from the safe.

For him, thirty thousand filkins was not a large amount.

Seeing that the Count of Puiver had really presented him with gold bars worth 30,000 filkins, Lumian's heart was filled with regret: he knew that he would obey the order, and he should have asked for more!

"The question now is how to bring the gold back in the future, play similar games normally, even if I accept 30,000 Feldin in person, I have to return it in private, otherwise I will offend the Earl of Puiver..... and how can I ask Gardner. Martin explained that I became king, but nothing happened at all?" Lumian thought as he slipped the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides.

He turned to look at home Anoli:

"Your task is to give a kiss to someone present, and the object is ......"

As Arnoli looked expectantly at the beautiful girls, Lumian pointed to the poet Illaeta, who had just smoked a large cigarette gun: "It's our poet."

After a brief pause, one guest whistled and others began to heckle.

Arnoli stood up reluctantly, and muttered:

"I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath, I can accept it if it's Mullen......."

Despite this rejection, he complied with the order and kissed Elite lightly on the lips.

Elite didn't care, "hehe" smiled:

"I can feel your stiffness, Arnoli, cheer up, don't look like a redneck who hasn't seen the world."

Lumian watched and listened with a blank expression, most of his attention focused on the spiraling madness.

Although it did not attempt to invade the body of any of the people present, under its influence, everyone became a little agitated, and their emotions showed signs of instability.

After hearing Illett's ridicule, Arnoli, who usually likes to joke and is happy to be joked, has a cold expression, as if he wants to pick up the table knife on the table and give it to the other party.

He resisted the urge eventually.

Lumian suspects that if that madness does not leave and does not dissipate, the participants will become more and more irritable, more and more irritable, and more bloodthirsty as the game progresses.

At this moment, a sharp, frightened scream rang out somewhere in the castle.