Therefore, Lumian planned to go underground after dawn and find a quarry cave deep inside as the site for the ceremony.
As for the materials, he used...
He brought all the things he had used with him, as the nights in the chaotic streets were never quiet enough. But Lumien slept well, almost without dreaming, until the early morning, when he heard the clanging of the church bells. He slowly got up, washed up, and went to a cafe on White Coat Street to have plum pie, Savoy muffins, and café au lait with a lot of milk for his breakfast.
Delicious food always makes people happy, and the Golden Rooster Inn is no longer controlled by the Sting Gang. Lumian gradually adjusted to the best state, so he returned to room 207. Intending to take the relevant materials and calcium carbide lamps to the underground Trier, Lumian had just finished his preparations and had not yet had time to go out when he heard a gentle knock on the door.
He opened the door with a little confusion, and found Anthony Reid standing outside, dressed in army green clothes and laceless leather boots.
The intelligence dealer, who was in his forties, stroked his short blond hair and said to Lumian: I have made some progress.
The curé, or Madame Puaris and her people
Lumian turned sideways and Du Anthony Reid walked into the room.
Anthony looked around, and saw Lumian's figure reflected in his deep brown eyes.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt a familiar, slight uneasiness. He controlled himself and asked, "What did you gain?"
Anthony Reid nodded slightly and said, “Someone met someone who looked like Louis Lund on Market Avenue.
Right on Market Avenue
Lumian suddenly became excited.
I am so close to Louis Lund and Mrs. Pualis? Are you sure
He asked rather quickly: Anthony Reid shook his head: "I'm not sure, I just came to tell you, let you know that I haven't forgotten about you, when I'm sure, it's really Louis Lund who will ask you for the balance."
My money can't wait to leave me.' Lumian made no effort to hide his eagerness.
After seeing Anthony and Red off, his belief in obtaining the gifts of the mendicant monks became even stronger.
The carbide lamp with a hint of blue light pushed away the surrounding darkness, allowing the street between the stone pillars to appear before Lumian's eyes.
A slightly cold wind blew in from somewhere, and the stone wall above was faintly wet.
King Lumian traveled through the tunnels that corresponded to the streets on the ground and found the entrance to a deeper place.
Relying on the hunter's memory of the environment, he continued to descend and finally arrived at a quarry cave that was as big as two or three "Golden Rooster Hotels".
There are white mushrooms growing in the cracks of the rocks here, sparsely and in small numbers.
The Trier mushroom has become synonymous with this type of plant, but the mushrooms here are obviously naturally grown.
Lumian walked around the hole and checked it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he found a half-meter-high stone and placed the musk candle mixed with his blood on it, and placed another one closer to him.
After cleaning up the environment, Lumian lit the two gray-white candles by rubbing them spiritually, following the order of top to bottom, gods to humans.
Then he drew out the ritual silver and quickly sanctified it, creating a "spiritual wall".
Unlike the last time he prayed for the power of the Dancer, after Lumian completed these things, his spirituality was still abundant and he easily entered the more ethereal state to perform the ceremony.
Without the help of incense, he slowly exhaled, picked up the gray amber perfume on the altar, and dripped it into the candle that represented the god.
Amid the sound of "Zi", a light, sweet fragrance entered his nose, making him feel calmer. After the gray amber perfume came tulip powder, and then a strange fragrance filled the air.
Wandering in the "Wall of Spirituality", Lumian took two steps back, looked at the burning candle, and shouted in a low voice and ancient Hermetic language: "The power of destiny!" The wind blew with a humming sound, and the orange-yellow candle representing the gods was blown to and fro, leaving only a small dot, as if it would go out at any time.
In the dimming light, Lumian's left chest began to feel hot and his head began to feel a little dizzy.
He once again heard the familiar mysterious voice that seemed to come from infinitely far away yet so close to him, but it was not yet clear enough and had not yet consumed him with pain.
Lumian continued to chant the subsequent spell in ancient Hermetic language: "You are the past, the present, and the future," You are the cause, the result, and the process.
Inside the spiritual wall, the invisible wind was all dyed black, and a faint gray mist filled the air.
Those stones and bottles seemed to have turned into flexible objects and twisted one by one.
Silently, the fire that represented the gods expanded. They were the size of fists, silver-white with black.
On the surface of Lumian's skin, above the stones, particles emerged one by one, squirming and extending, ready to emerge at any time.
His ears were completely filled with that horrible sound, and he could no longer detect any other movement.
His head was spinning so much that he felt like vomiting.
His thoughts were sometimes scattered and sometimes confused, and he barely finished reciting the subsequent spells.
As soon as Lumian finished speaking, the silver-white and black candle flame instantly condensed into a beam of light and fell on his left chest, and a lot of silver-black illusory liquid quickly flowed out, with its own life and will.
Lumian's body was wrapped.
Lumian was already prepared. In his uncontrollable irritability, he waited for the pain like needles all over his body, waited for the clear mumbling when his head was sawed off, and waited for the burning sensation that erupted from his body.
He fell down, curled up, and entered the state of endurance with familiarity.
The only thing he could do was to maintain his position amidst the stormy sea.
The boat represents his own rationality. During this process, he wanted several times to let go of himself and let the evil thoughts in his heart take over, to become one with the pain and no longer suffer such torture.
But the elegant, sweet fragrance always lingered in his nose, making his violence and irritability surge up and recede again and again.
In the end, Lumian even felt as if his body and brain no longer existed, and only a little spirituality with rationality was floating up and down.
The pain began to subside, the mumbling died down, and he knew he had survived.
Lumian lay quietly on the cool ground, unwilling to move for a long time. After dozens of seconds, he barely regained some strength and quickly finished it.
"Ceremony, clean up the altar," in order to avoid any accidents, after dealing with these things, Lumian sat down on the stone that had just served as the altar. He carefully examined the changes in himself and said to himself silently: My ability to tolerate various extreme environments has become a little stronger, hehe...
The benefit is that I don’t have to buy winter and summer clothes? "Apart from this, Lumian found that he had another intuition.
That's the intuition about fortune!
Now he can roughly sense other people's recent fortunes.
For example, good luck, bad luck, bloody disasters, luck with romance, etc., but I can't see the specific situation." Lumian couldn't help but sigh.
He felt that he could completely replace Ostartel to tell fortunes for others.
Although he knows nothing about divination, as long as he can learn the rough fortune, can't he just make up the corresponding words
In addition, Lumian also had a lot of sacrificial knowledge and five ritual magics in his mind.
The former made up for his many deficiencies in the field of occultism... the latter enhanced his occult means.
The five ritual magics are "the art of creating animals and remembering them, the art of prophecy, the art of luck, the art of suggestion, the art of substitution and the art of exorcism." The art of creating animals is to use ritual magic, using animal fur such as pink sheepskin and rawhide, to turn the target in the altar into the corresponding animal.
This can also be used on oneself. Once mastered, set it in advance. "The art of prophecy is completely different from what Lumian imagined. The whole process is to collect materials such as snake venom sacs and stones from eagle nests, use ritual magic to create a strange potion, and then find a corpse that has been dead for less than seven days and has not been burned to ashes or purified, and pour the potion into his mouth. After thirty seconds, the corpse will be resurrected briefly.
Answer the caster's three questions about the future. 10. The art of changing luck is to use ritual magic to create an item that is related to one's own luck, and then send the item out, with the help of others opening it, eating and stepping on the person wearing the item, to transfer the luck to him, thus realizing one's own luck.
The "Substitution Technique" was more complicated. Lumian suspected that this was some kind of reflection of the hunter's ability in the low order, just like if he wanted to escape the threat of Susanna Mathis, he had to find a homeless man and let him live in the name of Charles for a while.
During this period, he must live in room 207, use the money of Lumi’s security department, and get the approval of Charlie and other acquaintances to build up a sufficient mystical department. Then he will hold a ceremony to complete the substitution. When the ceremony is over, Susanna Mathis will take revenge on the drifter, not Lumi’an.
Of course, Lumian was not sure if he could hide the substitution technique at Sequence 80 from Susanna and Mathis, who were close to being demigods. He even suspected that the ritual magic would fail.