The sudden change and the crazy aura that affected him made Lumian instinctively retract the spirit that was extending to the scar on his right palm.
The abnormal changes then stopped and everything returned to normal.
Lumian looked around, worried that the aura just now would attract unnecessary attention.
At this moment, the room was unusually quiet and the surroundings were slightly dim, as if a layer of dark soundproof glass had been installed.
Lumian was relieved and turned his attention to the "magician" lady again: "What's going on?"
"The trace carries the aura of Alistair Tudor, but it has no actual effect. It cannot intimidate others and make them surrender." The "Magician" lady said with a smile, holding a cup of light red wine. "With the 'Face of Nether', you can go to the old pigeon cage to play the 'Blood Emperor'."
Can it only be used for performance, or to scare people in certain situations? Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "What negative effects will these marks have on me?"
The Magician laughed: "A little crazier, more violent, and more impulsive, but you are not much different."
What she meant was that there are a lot of similar negative influences on you, and as long as they don't exceed the limit, there won't be a problem, or you've already gotten used to it and it won't get worse.
“That’s good.” Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
The “Magician” lady took a sip of the light red wine and reminded:
"You are now mainly relying on your own perseverance and the endurance of a 'mendicant monk' to suppress those negative influences and maintain a normal state, but it is necessary to vent when the time is right. It's like a reservoir. You can't keep storing water forever. You have to find an opportunity to release some of it. Otherwise, it will accumulate day by day and either break the dam or overflow the reservoir, leaving you with psychological problems."
That’s right, the subsequent upgrade of “Mendicant Monk” to “Ascetic Monk” not only emphasizes endurance and accumulation, but also has more content about explosiveness... ...Lumian understood what the “Magician” lady said.
Meanwhile, he thought of a few things:
After joining the "Iron Cross", he will inevitably explore the underground Trier. Although he has the aura of the "Blood Emperor" and is qualified to enter certain places and open certain treasures, will this also trigger more anomalies and encounter more dangers
Lumian expressed his concerns, and the "Magician" nodded slightly and said: "This is a completely foreseeable development.
"Like, uh, the saying goes, it's both a blessing and a curse."
"If you don't want to take such a risk, wait two or three days and pray to Mr. Fool again, asking him to help you remove Alistair Tudor's aura. Remember, you must explain that it is the aura of a high-ranking Hunter, so as to avoid misunderstandings and remove unnecessary things during the removal surgery."
“Can’t it be cleared by resetting the status at six o’clock every day?” Lumian asked habitually.
The Magician shook her head. “The aura of this person cannot be reset.”
Lumian fell into deep thought, wondering whether to keep the blood of Alistair Tudor or to use a ritual to remove it.
Thinking that entering underground to search for Trier in the Fourth Epoch was a mission that would inevitably be assigned by the "Iron Cross", and that there was a high probability of triggering anomalies, he made up his mind and decided to leave a bright red scar on his right palm.
Unlike other members of the Iron Cross, he had not been contaminated by the building at 13 Market Avenue. Only Alistair Tudor's blood could allow him to receive the same "treatment" as the contaminated people underground, so that he would not suddenly lose his head while others were fine.
As for the possible crises, he is not without worries, but he can only choose the one with less harm.
Anyway, finding the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch is not his task alone. There will definitely be many members of the "Iron Cross" cooperating with him, and maybe Gardner Martin will lead the team. If the sky falls, everyone will carry it together!
Seeing that Lumian seemed to have made up his mind, the "Magician" lady didn't say much and quietly sipped the light red wine.
Lumian then asked about another matter:
"What exactly does that Archipelago swindler Monette, or the people in the 'Different' dance hall want to do? Is their purpose to let me obtain the blood of Alistair Tudor and open a treasure in the future? But why don't they get it themselves? They have already stolen the blood ore and can obviously enter the 'Samaritan Woman Fountain' area."
"Maybe it's too dangerous and you don't want to try it yourself. If you fail, you will have to welcome the return of the remaining spirit of the Blood Emperor. If you succeed, you will find the treasure." The "Magician" lady said with a smile.
“Welcome the Blood Emperor’s remaining spirit back?” Lumian was puzzled by this statement. “I felt that if I came into contact with the pale spring water, I would die immediately, completely. I would not be able to become the carrier of the Blood Emperor’s resurrection.”
The "Magician" lady thought for a moment and said:
"Normally it should be like this, but since you are a Hunter, you also have the seal of Mr. Fool and the angel of fate on you. Once you are dragged into the spring and merge with the remaining spirit of the Blood Emperor, it is possible that an unpredictable explosion will occur, allowing Alistair Tudor to break free from his restraints and no longer be imprisoned by death itself."
Lumian pondered over the words of the "Magician" lady, and felt that the more he thought about it, the more questions he had and the more frightened he felt.
The "magician" lady gently shook the glass:
"That was just my speculation. The true purpose of the 'Different' dance hall has yet to be confirmed. It might even be just a prank that would endanger your life in order to interfere with our judgment of other things.
"In short, you must be vigilant and not think that the other party has achieved their goal and can rest easy."
Lumian hummed, indicating that he would definitely not be careless.
In fact, even if the "Magician" lady didn't mention it, he would be on guard against the archipelago swindler who always appeared underground at critical moments.
This guy is almost causing him psychological trauma.
“Should we report the anomalies of the ‘Different’ dance hall to the two major churches?” Lumian asked tentatively.
The “Magician” lady said with a slightly strange expression:
“I have been observing that dance hall for a while and found that most of the people who wear monocles in their right eyes are normal. Only a few have problems. And the few with problems are not fixed. Today they are this, tomorrow they are that. It is difficult to identify them.
“Besides, no one knows whether He is among those without the monocle in their right eye. To completely eliminate Him, we may have to arrest all the people on that street and those who have been to the dance hall, and either destroy or purify them.
“But this doesn’t really solve Him, it just makes Him go into the dark.
"Mr. Fool's 'Time Angel' is watching this matter, hoping to find out his most important clones, so that he can be hurt and keep him quiet for a while."
Lumian was extremely confused and asked in confusion: "What do you mean there is no Him?"
It's as if those abnormal people that Ms. Magician is talking about are the same person.
The "Magician" lady thought for a few seconds and said:
“He has contacted you several times, and it is necessary for you to have a certain understanding of Him.
"He is Amon, a great noble of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Century, and the child of the ancient sun god who ruled the entire world in the Third Century."
“He is Amon?” Lumian remembered that the Archipelago swindler Monet crawled out of the tomb of a member of Amon’s family.
The person behind him turned out to be an angel from ancient times!
No wonder he knows so much about the tombs of the Quaternary period!
The "Magician" lady nodded:
“He was once the king of angels and had ascended the throne of God, but was defeated by Mr. Fool and is now an ordinary angel.
"He belongs to the 'Thief' path. The high-ranking people in this path have a special ability called 'parasitism', which means separating a part of themselves and 'parasitizing' the body of another person. There are shallow 'parasitism' and deep 'parasitism'. The latter can make the host become a clone.
"The higher the sequence, the more objects you can 'parasitize'."
Lumian was shocked and frightened when he heard this, and blurted out: "The island swindler Monite was 'parasitized' by Amon? Is it equivalent to one of His clones?"
This is actually a real big shot who was able to fight Mr. Fool!
Ms. Magician agreed with Lumian's guess.
"Yes, every member of the Amon family in the Fourth Epoch is an Amon. Those with abnormalities in the 'Different' dance hall are also Amons. Those who have not yet shown abnormalities are potential Amons, or potential believers of Amon."
Lumian was speechless.
He felt that his description of those who wore a monocle in their right eye as bedbugs in the Golden Rooster Hotel and cockroaches in the garbage dump seemed quite appropriate.
It's so similar!
And Monitor had just crawled out of his own grave.
"How many clones does He have?" Lumian asked after a moment.
The “magician” lady shook her head and replied:
"Since the Fourth Epoch, He has been hunting Beyonders of the Path of Thieves for a long time and has collected many characteristics. No one knows the exact number of His clones. What you need to remember is that when you meet an Amon, there are already many Amons lurking around. They may be rats, bedbugs, or even smaller creatures."
“Isn’t this great for monitoring other people?” Lumian’s hair stood on end when he heard this.
He roughly understood why Amon knew that he had the Earth Blood Ore and why he could control his movements. He also understood where the "illusion" came from when he prayed for a blessing last time, when he always felt that something was wrong and someone was watching him everywhere.
"What's the sequence number of Amon's clone?" Lumian asked with some fear, remembering that he wanted to kill Monette in the fourth-level tomb.
The “magician” drank the remaining light red wine and threw the cup back into the void ahead:
"He has a way to make his clone very weak, but his person is still an angel. You can't underestimate his clone because of this. Well, similar to the special scenes on the third floor of the tomb and below, you can determine and treat it according to the specific situation."
Lumian rubbed his forehead with a headache, feeling that without knowing Amon's purpose, every time he went deep into Trier underground, he was taking a risk.
He changed the subject: "What is the purpose of the water from the 'Well of the Samaritan Woman'?"