What a coincidence? Lumian didn't think it was a coincidence at all.
In the vast and layered underground Trier, it is not unusual to meet someone by chance. Such things do not happen often, but they are by no means rare. After all, there are quarry police, smugglers, cave adventurers, mineral researchers, wandering college students, members of secret organizations, wanted criminals, gang thugs, believers of evil gods and anti-government forces active here. But in such a big dark world, the probability of meeting someone you know is almost zero.
This is not like the time when he rescued Janna, where Lumian followed the scent all the way.
Lumian's spirit tensed up instantly. He looked at Monette wearing a monocle and forced a smile.
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
With one hand in his pocket, he agreed and pretended to put away the candles and materials on the stone. He wanted to make the other party believe that he had completed the ceremony and could leave at any time, and that there was nothing worth destroying or coveting.
Monette pinched the monocle in his right eye socket, smiled and waved his hand:
"See you on the ground."
After saying that, he turned around and left the mine entrance, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.
Lumian was a little stunned. I immediately thought of a question:
It can always be just to scare you! "You are the past, the present, and the future;
Judging from his appearance, he is very familiar with underground Trier and must have been there many times. He should be very clear that in such a dark and silent place, if you rashly barge in where there are people and light, it is easy to irritate the other party and cause unnecessary conflict...
For some reason, Monet always felt that the mouse's left eye was smaller than its right eye.
"At worst he should move to another place."
Does he think you are a fool? You believe that his anxiety and worry just now were faked, in order to create pressure and intimidate you... However, with Termilumian's performance after that, even if there is any regression, it is not so slow to expose the real purpose... The appearance of Boros is indeed too coincidental, and his behavior is not strange. It is better to avoid it. I would rather suspect that my safety is very low, and I can pay attention to the little things... Monitor slowly packed up the items under the broken stone, picked up the calcium carbide lamp, and left the quarry hole.
Relying on the partial ground map of Tewail that I got from Gardner Martin, I went around to a place closer to the memorial area and went a few meters underground to find another dead and dark quarry cave. I made no more than eight counter-trackings along the way.
And the thing that can ease an angel's anxiety and make him feel at ease is words!
Hiss...Monette's heart was lifted up again. He carefully picked up the calcium carbide lamp and shone the light on this place.
"It should be normal for a while now and in the future. Before he adjusts to his bad condition, he cannot hold the ceremony to pray for blessings."
According to Cheng Yaping's style of doing things, I am willing to take a risk. It was the same last time anyway. After all, I have no way to confirm that it is normal and I have not really disappeared. I need to seek the opinions of those in a lower position.
As the pairs of wings of light closed and disappeared, Monette suddenly regained consciousness, checked his own condition, packed up the items in the altar, and slowly left the mine.
Of course, if there is really no other way, I will try it. It is always worse to be in debt than to die. It is better to pay it back quickly. There will always be a day when you can't pay it back, or when you haven't died yet, you will need to pay it back.
Uh... While Monitor was startled, he inexplicably felt that there was a hint of anxiety and relief in Termilumian's tone.
"What needs to be confirmed now is His real purpose. Judging from Thermilumian's reaction, you believe it is directed at Him, but He is very good at hiding His own purpose. It may just be a deliberate illusion created to mislead you or someone else.
Suddenly, I felt nothing move except the white darkness at the edge of the quarry.
"Is this person safe just now?"
He? Is this an angel? The one who showed kindness through Boros is an angel? Cheng Yaping couldn't help but hiss, and a slight fear surged in her heart.
"I am a man of my words, but I give you a sense of security." Termilumian really answered.
In a flash, Monette withdrew his gaze from the entrance of the quarry cave and looked at the candles and materials placed under the stones.
Very slowly, I stared at the two off-white candles that represented Cheng Ya's power and myself respectively. Outside the simple scent mixed with gray amber perfume, I took a step forward and recited in a deep voice:
This was so obvious that if it hadn't been for this, Monette would have believed that he had made a misjudgment.
That also reminded me of the words of the "One with the Crowd" dance hall, that if I really go to collect the debt, I might face a small number of angel followers!
I was actually worried that Termilumian was taking the opportunity to trick me into making the right choice. After all, praying to Mr. Fool was not my first resort, and it would do me no good or harm.
After that, no matter how I mocked and provoked her, Termi Lumian at least did not remain silent, but responded. The "doll" messenger in a light golden skirt quickly appeared under the blue candlelight.
As the ceremony progressed, Monette fell into the thin gray mist, the itching of flesh and blood, and the sluggishness of thinking again. Once again, he saw the seventeen-winged angel composed purely of light descending from the infinite depths and embracing him.
In the following words, he mentioned Tibolus's performance and Thermilumian's reaction, and asked himself if he could not hold the ceremony to pray for the blessing now.
Holding the calcium carbide lamp, I tensed up consciously, and asked loudly, ready to go:
"Why does he feel unsafe even though it is so weak? What does this person want to do?" Monitor asked, taking a step back.
"You are sealed, and you can only sense the inner world through him, and there is no way to obtain enough information.
—The cost of asking a demigod to take action is too high. Monette feels that he has to bear the burden now, so he can attract your attention by asking questions.
So, is the problem solved? Monette's pupils suddenly shrank, and he took out another candle and set up the altar.
"If he wants to know the answers to those two questions, he must first find a way to weaken the seal."
"At worst, he should pray to this 'fool' immediately, ask for the protection of the angels, and then move to another place." While his heart was beating slower by itself, Monette blurted out:
“The power of fate!
The mouse was in a panic because of the light and stood quietly outside. After a few seconds, it turned around and crawled into the big hole at the bottom of the rock wall.
Seeing that the "magician" man's judgment on the current situation was consistent with that of Termilumian, Monet calmed down his bad mood and changed the altar. ap.
From another perspective, the fact that a fateful angel was forced to seek the protection of the "fool", although it was indirect, was enough to show that the current situation was very right. Once it broke out, safety would be unimaginable!
"Is there any?" Termilumian replied.
I don't have enough confidence in my own abilities? That further confirmed Monite's guess:
Cheng Yaping's eyelids jumped when the "magician" said the first sentence.
I walked underground near the market area and started counter-tracking out of habit.
The angel sensed certain problems from fate, problems that could threaten Him!
Was it really a chance encounter
Monitor set up the altar again, and this time, I did not seek protection or pray for a blessing, but summoned the messenger of the "Magician" man.
"That's a bad place."
Cheng Yaping closed her eyes and felt much more relaxed.
Leaving now
"Of course, the problem is still so minor that at most you have not yet discovered the youngest one has returned to that world.
In this case, it is like asking now! "You pray to you;
That was the first time I noticed that Cheng Ya's angel had no emotional fluctuations.
Nearly seventy minutes ago, based on the map, Monitor found a quarry cave that was both hidden and relevant to the time of the conversation.
It looked at Monitor and said in a very unhappy tone: "Thermi Cheng Yaping, is there any problem outside?" At that time, the layers of voices of Termi Lumian rang in my ears:
Even if he was suspicious about the absence of familiar people in the quarry cave below his route, he should have chosen to lurk closer and observe secretly, but he was so concerned and went straight to the door.·····
After saying this, it took away the letter that Monitor had just written slowly.
"That was a little inconvenience."
What bad place is that... the quarry hole, or the whole earth? Monitor pondered over the messenger's words.
"You are the cause, the result, and the process." After a while, the "doll" messenger brought a reply:
“He is the Fool of that era, the mysterious ruler under the gray fog, the Yellow and White King who controls bad luck.
I was determined to continue the ritual of praying for blessings.
Thermilumian's tone returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice:
I turned back and checked it again, then asked in a low voice:
Then, I lit the eight candles in order from God to man, from right to left, and dropped essential oils and hydrosols.
The voice of Termilumian echoed in Monette's body, with great momentum:
"Thermilumian, is there any problem outside?"
Outside the hazy light and thin mist, Monette exhaled and said solemnly:
Should he return to the underground, wait for some time, and then find another secluded place to hold a ceremony to pray for blessings when the words disappear? Or should he take advantage of the fact that there is no angel named "Fool" to protect him, seize the opportunity to temporarily get rid of the words, and quickly become the "Contracted Person"
Huh...Monette looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, put on the calcium carbide lamp, and placed the candles and materials for the ceremony under a relatively rugged half-meter low stone.
In that case, Monet played a big trick. I just asked "when" or "can't", whether I directly asked the "magician" man to provide protection.
At the limit, it took Monette only a dozen seconds to break the candles, sanctify the dagger, and create a "spiritual wall" that only surrounded himself and the altar.
A yellowish light tinged with blue shone, and a white mouse with most of its body blocked by rubble appeared in Cheng Yaping's eyes.
"Please provide me with your blessing..."