Lumian had always believed that the other self in his dreams represented his own dark side, an alienated personality caused by fate and pollution.
But now it seems there is more to it than meets the eye!
Is there anything wrong with the interpretation of his nature? But does his sneaky behavior in the wizard's tomb with the owl have corresponding symbols
Representing the manipulator behind the scenes, the owner of the lizard-like creature represents the village of Koldu, the real planner of the great sacrifice: and now, he is hiding in the dark, trying to cooperate with Thermipolos to escape the seal.
But Thermopylae's attitude towards the lizard-like creatures was not like that.
Lumian was silent for several seconds.
He did not hide his guess and told the "magician" in detail. The magician listened very carefully and thought for a while.
I originally thought that as long as you received psychological treatment in stages and recalled the forgotten things step by step, the truth about Koldu Village would appear clearly in front of you, and it should be no different from what I learned.
"But after hearing what you said, I suspect that some of the symbols and metaphors presented in your dream hide other secrets, deeper secrets."
"But no matter what, those symbols and metaphors are the projection of my real experiences in my dreams. It's impossible that I can't interpret them after I recover my memory."
Lumian objected.
The “Magician” lady smiled slightly and said, “That’s not necessarily true.”
Seeing Lumian’s confusion, she explained simply, “On the one hand, you may not have experienced it in reality, but your spirit or subconscious sensed the danger and abnormality and projected them into the dream as symbolic elements.
"On the other hand, Thermiporos is sealed inside you. Your fate is linked to her. Your subconscious may have detected some abnormalities from her."
Lumian probably understood what the "magician" girl meant.
After thinking for a while, he said, "After I have completed all the stages of psychological treatment, Ms. Susie can directly arouse my subconscious and ask about the meaning of its different symbols."
This is very dangerous. At that time, we will have to decide whether to try it based on the combined opinions of the two psychologists. "The magician said thoughtfully, "This will have to wait a long time. Before that, I can help you find an extraordinary person who is good at deciphering symbolic meanings? I can't make a sufficiently accurate interpretation without going through your subconscious mind. Do you need it?"
"good."
Lumian couldn't wait to agree.
Then, he asked with a little concern: "Regardless of the helpers of Thermopylae that may be lurking around!"
The magician said calmly, "Now that we are aware of this possibility, I don't think he will risk staying around you. Of course, I will continue to observe."
She then asked, "Are you going to continue the mission that the Aurora Society has given you? Many people should have seen you rushing towards the Shadow Tree just now. This will make Gardner Martin suspicious."
"If you don't want to take risks, just tell Mr. K about this. He should be very pleased that you killed a fallen tree spirit and ruined the plan of the Bliss Society, and then he will assign you a new task."
"If you wish to continue, I will ask someone to simulate the memories of those who witnessed the lake. It is normal that they did not see your specific appearance and physical features clearly under the circumstances at that time."
Lumian barely hesitated, "I want to continue."
Gardner Martin himself is a Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 of the "Hunter" pathway, and there are a large number of "Hunters" around him. If you continue to contact him and join the organization called "Iron Cross", you will have a great chance of obtaining the subsequent potion formula and main ingredients of "Arsonist".
After all these things happened, Lumian had a better understanding of the levels of the sequence, the power of the strong and his own level. He had an urgent desire to improve his own strength. He didn't care about anything when he first arrived in Trier.
It is completely different from the state of pursuing hope in a slightly confused state. Only when you are strong enough can you fight against misfortune.
Only in this dangerous world of mysticism can we find the true meaning of the disaster.
Only then can we tell whether the various proposals that use "resurrection" as bait contain malicious intent.
Ms. Magician nodded slightly and agreed to Lumian's request!
Because of the topic just now, Lumian asked with a little curiosity: "Has the Shadow Tree been resolved?"
"How can it be?"
The Magician lady sneered: "Even if the two major churches ask God to descend, the Shadow Tree cannot be solved. Haha, it can't be said that there is no way, but the price is so high that no one is willing to pay it."
"What price?" Lumian asked.
Ms. Magician walked to the side of the hillside as if taking a walk and took two steps.
After more than a thousand years of nourishment and influence, the Shadow Tree has long been integrated with Trier, equivalent to its dark side and its shadow. Unless the metropolis is destroyed directly and everyone here is killed, the True God cannot completely destroy it. "Of course, Trier can also be moved to another place, all the people can be relocated, and then after five or six years, when the Shadow Tree becomes weak enough without nourishment, it can be uprooted. But in that case, other dangers under Trier will be out of control."
"There are other dangers."
Lumian frowned. “The underground of Trier is too exaggerated.”
He then asked in confusion: "Why not destroy the J Shadow Tree when it was just planted."
The magician lady laughed, "Aren't you in such a hurry to build a city to fight against some dangers underground? Didn't you notice that someone secretly planted a shadow tree?"
She didn't specify what other dangers there were, as if she didn't think this was something Lumian should know now.
Lumian noticed this and shut his mouth.
The magician looked at him and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Are you unhappy because I sent you directly to Trier, involving you in a series of dangerous things, and did not provide corresponding help?"
"No."
Lumian didn't understand why the magician asked this question. In his opinion, accepting the task, completing the commission and getting the reward was fair enough. During this process, the magician would also provide guidance through letters.
Except for the first few years after being adopted, Lumian had long been accustomed to not relying entirely on others and making full use of the various resources at hand to achieve his goals.
The magician lady smiled and said, "Didn't you see the Holy Grail 2 summoning her Major Arcana? That's because she happened to be in Trier, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy and effective?"
She paused and said, "If I treat you as an extension of my eyes and my hands, as a true subordinate without self-will, I can provide you with enough help by letting you chant my name, and guarantee your safety most of the time. But you chose the hunter path, which is a path that requires fighting and strong self-will. Flowers raised in a greenhouse cannot become qualified hunters. A hunter who always relies on having a protector and fights in his comfort zone will find it difficult to gain divinity and become a saint. By then, it will take more time and a greater price to make up for the current lack."
"What kind of person do you want to be?"
Lumian was silent for two seconds and said, "I want to be someone who makes those bastards tremble."
The answer is self-evident.
The magician lady nodded in satisfaction.
"Of course, this doesn't mean I will ignore you. I will still reply to your letters, give you advice, and even provide direct help based on your requests, but I don't want you to feel that you are protected all the time."
Lumian nodded to show that he understood. He recalled Susanna Mathis reciting certain words quickly to pray for help from a higher being. Combining this with the key words mentioned by the magician, he said as if thinking: "Reciting the name of a certain being can gain her attention and pray for corresponding help."
“Yes,” the magician nodded gently, “but that requires the other party to have enough goodwill. When you reach a certain stage, I will also tell you my name. Well, you hold the honorific name of Mr. Fool, but if you don’t hold a ceremony, it will be difficult to get an effective response just by reciting it, and you may even encounter bad effects. This is because Mr. Fool is fighting against a certain ancient god, which is related to the fate of all of us and whether this world can survive the end of the world.”
Mr. Fool, the abbreviation of that great existence is Fool. It is indeed a secret organization that uses Tarot cards as its code name.
Whenever Lumian heard the word "fool" before, he would automatically think of the tarot cards that appear in everyday life, rather than the "fool" in the honorific name, which was more like a description.
Ms. Magician stopped talking about this topic and glanced at the tree trunk in Lumian's hand. "This is a good thing. No attack without divine power can damage it. After hitting the target, it may even trigger some desires in him. If you can obtain Beyonder characteristics that match it, you may want to ask a Saint-level craftsman to combine them and make a magical item. You can't carry it with you all the time, otherwise your various desires will gradually get out of control. This is very dangerous for Beyonders who take magic potions."
As soon as she finished speaking, the magician tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something, and then said to Lumian: "Let's stop here today."
The next second, Lumian saw a mixture of rich colored blocks of R and those indescribable transparent creatures.
Another second later, he saw a chaotic street full of cracks.
The magician "Ms. had disappeared before his eyes.
Lumian was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on the clothes and pants in his hands.
Then, he saw Franca and the other person not far away smiling at the same time.
Before they had time to exchange their feelings about being in the same secret organization, they saw Janna, wearing a gray-blue dress, jumping out from the shadows in the alley.
Lumian and Franka became alert reflexively and raised their defenses.
Jana covered the wound on her ribs and shouted happily, "Fuck, you guys are fine after all."
“It seems to be true.”
Franca muttered something, walked over, and asked with concern: "How did you get hurt?"
Janna looked around nervously and said in a low voice, "I was shot after I assassinated Hugues Artois."
"Fuck, you succeeded and escaped."
Franca was shocked. She felt that she couldn't do this. This was what a real assassin was.
Seeing that there were only a few people walking on the street, Lumi interrupted Janna's words.
"We'll talk about it when we get to the Golden Rooster Hotel. Then I'll remove the bullet from you and treat your wounds."
"I still have half a bottle of healing potion."
Franka added happily.
She held onto Janna and walked along the shadows on the roadside back toward the Golden Rooster Inn.
When they were almost at their destination, they met Anthony Reid, an intelligence dealer.
Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone: "I thought you ran away."
"I have some unfinished business in the Market District."
Anthony Reid replied.
The four of them walked a few more steps and saw the beige five-story building.
The Golden Rooster Inn was a little tilted than before, and there were some cracks on the surface of the wall, with vines and branches that were beginning to wither.
Because the remaining tenants had not yet returned, it exuded an indescribable sense of desolation and death.
Some time had passed when a young man in plain clothes, carrying an old suitcase, followed the crowd off the steam train and out of the platform.
All the way to the chaotic street.
He saw the beige five-story building with a dozen bright red streaks painted on its surface.
"Golden Rooster Hotel." He read out the name of the building, touched the bills and coins in his pocket, and felt that he should be able to afford it.
The Golden Rooster Hotel was much cleaner than he had imagined, although many places were covered with outdated newspapers and cheap pink paper.
But there are no bedbugs, sticky and disgusting phlegm or all kinds of garbage everywhere.
After spending 15 Filkins to rent room 302, the young man thought happily as he carried his suitcase up the price ladder, "This is cheaper than I thought. Such a clean hotel is only 15 Filkins a month."
After putting his suitcase in the cramped room, he decided to use the money he saved to go have a drink!
When you are in the City of Joy, you have to act like the City of Joy.
He walked all the way to the underground bar, and as soon as he walked in, he felt the hustle and bustle. A guy in a shirt and a bow tie was holding a beer, waving his short arms and standing at a small round table, preaching something enthusiastically to the people around him. Others were drinking, singing, and dancing, and none of them were willing to be quiet.
There were a few drinkers sitting at the bar, and a strange machine.
The young man came closer, looked at the rubber hose and glass tank of the machine, and asked curiously, "What is this?"
A handsome man with blond and black hair turned his body and replied with a bright smile: "It's called the Fool Tester. It can test a person's intelligence index, or stupidity index."
(End of Part 2)