Lumi was startled and sat up suddenly.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and looked to his left chest, where he saw that the blue-black symbol representing Mr. Fool's seal had come out, a combination of part "pupilless eyes" and part "twisted threads".

What happened that Mr. Fool's seal was actually activated....... was Temmy Boros trying to escape? Lumian was in shock, and suddenly realized that the environment was wrong:

A little sunlight let in from the curtains closed, illuminating the entire room 207.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual about it, it is like a person who has overslept from the early hours of the morning until the sun shines.

But the problem is that Lumian himself is special, he resets his physical and mental state at six o'clock in the morning every day, and wakes up naturally, and now it is autumn, and Trier's morning is seven o'clock before dawn!

He even remembered that there seemed to be an earthquake not long ago, and he thought it was probably the official extraordinaries who were taking action, listened to their surroundings, made sure that the market area was safe, and then went back to sleep.

It was still late at night!

"Either Themipolos is out of trouble, and I'm no longer affected by the power of the 'Man in the Ring', or there is a ......change in the market area," Lumian shrunk down with a light movement, leaning against the side of the desk next to the bed, and carefully lifted the curtain to a corner.

He saw the familiar everyday scene, but immediately noticed a vague figure floating in the air, emitting a faint light.

The faces of those figures were different, but they were all the same dull, hollow, indifferent, and withdrawn, and they were somewhat similar to the tainted Bouvare corpse and the monster-turned Gabriel, who seemed to be ready to hide in the cracks of space and gaze at reality coldly and calmly.

Monsters on the way to the "hostel", they invaded Trier? What about Trier's protective forces? No, it didn't feel very strong, it was more like a product of pollution........ Lumien looked closely, and found that the vendors on the street, the pedestrians on the road, all had a certain sense of emptiness, without exception.

Combined with the inaccuracy of the time, combined with the already westerly sun, Lumian quickly had a guess: I am not in the real market area!

I was pulled into a strange world, where the "hostel" was located, and Mr. Fool's seal was inspired by this!

Lumian let go of the fingers of his right hand and let the curtain gently lean against the wall, resealing the inside and out.

He rolled out of bed and checked the items on his body to make sure they were there.

Immediately afterward, Lumien sets up the altar, creates a "spiritual wall", prepares to perform ritual magic, and asks for help from Mr. "Fool".

After spiritually lighting the three candles in turn, and burning the herbal powder and hydrosol essential oil, he took two steps back and solemnly recited the honorific name of Mr. "Fool": "The Fool who does not belong to this age, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune."

"I pray to you for ......"

A faint gray mist filled the "Spirit Wall", and the candle flames were dyed blue and black, and the entire altar became gloomy and dark.

Lumian had the feeling of being sluggish, itchy, and crawling under his skin.

And unlike before, he suddenly had a strong sense of danger, just as the gray fog had developed an undisguised and unusually obvious malice towards him.

This malice flashed away, resurfaced, did not disappear completely, and did not become a fact.

It repeats the change of disappearing and becoming prominent, like a monster in the water constantly reaching out its tentacles to the shore, and being dragged back to the deep sea by some force.

Lumian completed the ritual with difficulty, and after waiting for a while, he still did not receive the blessing of the angel or any revelation.

As the effects of the gray fog gradually increased, he had to end the ritual and extinguish the candles.

In the sound of the "spiritual wall" disintegrating, Lumian's thoughts returned to normal:

"Sometimes there is malice, sometimes it's okay......... is this the 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun' who is interfering with the 'fool' Mr. Response?

"What he can't usually do, is this to accumulate strength to fight at a critical moment?

"This means that things have come to an important juncture........."

...........

In the Elato district, there are several minarets and a large area dyed in gold outside the Monastery of the Sacred Heart.

Dressed in a white tie shirt and a beige dress, the "magician" and the light blue dress, the two big Arcana card holders, who were elegant and clean, were staring at the magnificent building.

Beside them, a big golden retriever dog was the same.

Boom, the earthquake trembled, and it was as if there had been a brief earthquake in Trier.

"Magician" smiled and said, "Here we go."

They knew that this was the movement of the Deep Valley Monastery and the quarry, and hoped that this would spark a series of changes and create a chain reaction, so that the "Moon Lady" hiding in the Sacred Heart Monastery would come out on her own and start their plans in advance.

In this way, they don't have to forcibly break into the Sacred Heart Monastery and offend the "Eternal Sun" Church, and they can directly target the "Moon Lady" and catch this evil god giver who gave birth to the gods.

Under the premise that there are very few angel-level evil god dependents in the barrier, "Lady Moon" can be said to represent the "Great Mother", representing the strongest force of all evil god believers in Trier, she is most likely the core of the problem, as long as she can control her, and don't care about the complex network woven by fate, she can grasp the backbone, recognize the essence, and even solve the problem on the spot.

If the "Moon Lady" does not come out, the "magician" will also take advantage of the chaos in Trier and try to temporarily throw this magnificent complex, this monastery favored by the "Eternal Sun", into a hidden space, and forcibly find the target.

"Justice" nodded slightly:

"Actually, I've always felt that there is something unusual on Ms. Moon's side, and the problem may not be what we guessed, which may lead to us being dragged here.

"But no matter what, we already have a lot of trustworthy companions, and even if something happens somewhere else, I'm sure they'll be able to handle it."

The "magician" snorted:

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"We can't do everything by just the two of us, and believing in our companions is both an expectation and a choice that must be made......"

With that, she suddenly turned her head sideways and looked into the distance.

"What's wrong? "" Justice," asked Pinghe.

"Magician" frowned and said, "The seal has fluctuations....."

"Mr. Fool also has a revelation, but I'm not sure if it's true or not... …”

After tidying up the altar, Lumian was about to calm down and think about the current situation and how to communicate with the outside world, when he heard two footsteps coming down from the upper floor, far and near.

Is this going to room 207? The lifting of the "spiritual wall" just now made some people here aware of a certain movement? Lumian looked around, grabbed the gap in the wall that had been covered with newspapers, and scrambled to the ceiling.

Like a big spider, he relied on the flexibility of a "dancer" and the physical fitness of a "hunter", sticking there quietly, waiting for the two people in the corridor to approach.

If they don't see the problem, they just fool around, and if they sense something unusual, attack immediately.

At this moment, Lumian was very grateful that the Golden Rooster Hotel was quite old, damaged, and full of signs of repair, so he was able to grasp some of the bulges, buckle some of the gaps, and hold his body firmly to the ceiling.

In a dozen seconds, the door to room 207 creaked open.

Lumian's eyes lit up, and he saw Gabriel's hairline and forehead, and saw the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

And behind the playwright is Safarli, a mannequin wearing a lake blue dress and a detached temperament.

Sure enough....., it was the "hostel", and although Lumien didn't know why he arrived at the "hostel" for no reason, he still felt some excitement in addition to being nervous.

Next, as long as you can hide from Safari and them, establish contact with the outside world, and find help, then there is hope that the problem will be solved!

Gabriel took two steps inside and stopped, he looked around and said to Safari, "No problem."

Savary let out an "um", glanced in, and left the doorway, checking out the other rooms.

Gabriel followed the mannequin closely, not forgetting to close the door to 207.

When the two of them went up from the second floor, Lumian let go of his hands and feet and landed lightly on the floor.

He pulled over his chair, turned around, sat down, leaned back and looked at the door.

After a few minutes, footsteps came down from the third floor, approaching this side.

Lumien remained motionless, not at all surprised to see the wooden door of the room being gently opened.

Gabriel's figure appeared there.

"How did you get in?" The playwright, who had turned into a monster and had a slightly hollow expression, asked with some sensible concern.

Lumien chuckled, "I want to know too."

Gabriel crept into the room and closed the door.

Dressed in a white shirt, dark jacket, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes, his face slightly distorted with black-rimmed glasses, and his expression revealed a bit of pain: "You should get out of here as soon as possible."

"I'm getting more and more out of control and don't know when I'm going to betray you.

"By the way, Jane also came in, and now I don't know where to hide."

Jaanna came in too? Lumian raised an eyebrow and asked the most important thing first, "How do I leave?"

Gabriel was about to answer when the door to room 207 creaked open again.

Lumian didn't notice it until this point, and looked there.

Standing at the door was Savary, who had a plump face, naturally loose brown hair, and brown eyes that hid a unique sense of ephemerality.

Lumian didn't panic and smiled, "You really know Gabriel."

He seemed calm, but every muscle tightened.

"He's not a man who hides his thoughts." Savary's voice was open in reply.

Able to communicate...... Lumian resisted the urge to use the "Hum Ha Technique" and said with emotion: "I thought you were already a pure monster."

The corners of Safari's mouth curled slightly, and she smiled a little self-deprecatingly in a strong sense of detachment: "The difference between me and them is that before I became a pure monster, I found that there were still people who really loved me."

Gabriel smiled.

Lumian sighed and said, "This is the 'hostel'?"

"Yes." Gabriel was the first to answer.

Lumian glanced at the dimly lit hallway: "But the room here is not No. 7 or No. 12, it's still No. 207, 309."

Safari looked at Lumian, her expression becoming more and more erratic, and her voice became more unreal: "My name here is: "Room 12."