Sacred Heart Monastery? The largest monastery of the Church of the Eternal Sun in Trier? What was Albus Medici doing there? Was he an undercover agent sent by the Purifiers into the Iron Cross? Or did Gardner Martin ask him to keep an eye on something at the Sacred Heart Monastery? A lot of thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, including doubts and speculations.
Seeing that he remained silent and just walked forward with the calcium carbide lamp, Elaite quickly added:
"I have a friend at the Convent of the Sacred Heart and I often go over to drink with him."
"Can monks in the monastery drink alcohol?" Lumian did not immediately ask about Albus Medici, but asked with a smile as if chatting.
The two of them were walking in a deep and dark corridor, relying solely on the yellowish light from the calcium carbide lamp for comfort.
Elite babbled on:
"Of course you can drink, but you can't drink strong liquor and you can't get drunk. The homemade wine from the Sacred Heart Monastery is even the best wine I have ever tasted."
"Is your friend a monk?" Lumian walked neither fast nor slow, his footsteps echoing in the seemingly endless corridor.
Ilett seemed happy that Charles was chatting with him, and he did not hide anything:
“Yes, he is a member of the Little Brothers and was my nephew’s baptismal priest. Later, he could not stand the clergy’s indulgence in pleasure, so he became a monk and entered the Sacred Heart Monastery. He is currently in charge of the brewery.
A member of the "Little Brotherhood" who advocates abstinence and asceticism... Lumian finally got the topic back on track:
"How many times have you and he seen Albus Medici? What was he doing at the Convent of the Sacred Heart?"
"Just once," Iret muttered, "I don't care about things like that, and there were no nuns there. When I saw him, he was walking through the corridor with a monk into the back of the monastery.
It didn't look like they entered secretly, nor did they seem afraid of being discovered... Lumian made some guesses based on Elaite's description.
In this way, as the poet Elaite kept looking for topics, the two finally passed through the wax room, left the hall with the three doors of "Hope", "Madness" and "Death", and returned to the stairs leading to the underground palace.
Elite let out a long sigh without concealing it, and his whole body relaxed.
He complained:
"The underground palace is so dangerous, there are monsters that can use supernatural powers, and Puifur actually let us come down to take the risk!"
"Does he want to kill us?"
You are all people who have been contaminated many times by the King Cake Game. I don’t know if you are still truly alive... Lumian did not directly respond to Elaite’s complaint, but laughed and teased:
"It seems that you are the kind of person who likes to talk more the more scared and nervous you are."
"That will make me feel alive." Elite turned off the calcium carbide lamp and left the underground palace along the spiral staircase.
Lumian turned around and returned to the "Gate of Madness" along the same path.
He had not closed the door when he came out just now. Even though he hadn't gotten close yet, the yellowish light from the calcium carbide lamp made the wax figures appear dim, as if they were waiting in the darkness.
Lumian stopped at the door, slowly bent his back, and placed the calcium carbide lamp on the ground in front of him.
Then he straightened up and glanced at the wax figures whose faces were frozen in pain and covered in dark shadows.
Around him, red fire crows gathered one after another.
Since Count Puif has clearly shown his ill intentions by forcing himself and others to enter the depths of the underground palace where there are many dangerous creatures, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died before. There is no need to be polite to this member of the Sauron family and the owner of the Red Swan Castle!
Lumian's plan now is to burn these wax figures directly. First, it may help him digest the potion. Second, it can eliminate some hidden dangers in advance to prevent the wax figures from coming alive and attacking him at the critical moment. Third, it can set an unexpected fire to disrupt Count Puyver's secret layout, making him doubt this and that, and create chaos for subsequent exploration.
In chaos comes opportunity!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the red flaming crows flew out and each ran towards the head of a different wax figure.
After releasing two groups of fire crows, Lumian suddenly squatted on one knee and pressed his hands on the ground.
Two fire snakes leaped out from his palms, winding forward, expanding rapidly, and rushing into the pile of wax figures on either side.
Rumbling sounds were heard one after another. A large number of wax figures' heads were blown open, their feet were set on fire, and they were trapped in a cage of red flames.
On their body surfaces, the flesh-white wax melted rapidly, dripping like water or softening and peeling off, becoming extremely fragile under the dual erosion of explosion and burning.
Snapped!
The facial "muscles" of one of the wax figures fell off completely, revealing a new face.
That's a human face!
That was a male human who had lost his eyes and had a painful face and had died long ago!
Silently, the surface of more wax figures softened and cracked.
Without exception, they all contain a human corpse.
These corpses included men and women, some with flesh and blood exposed but no skin, some with heads and bodies sewn together as if after death, some with open stomachs and intestines tangled together and filled with white wax...
What they have in common is that their expressions are extremely painful, as if they had experienced something extremely horrible or witnessed the deepest and worst nightmare before they died.
Lumian saw the melted wax turned into drops of sticky liquid, which kept sliding down the stiff faces of these dead humans, as if they were shedding tears of relief in the face of the burning flames.
The models inside were actually real people... Lumian had seen many horror scenes, but at this moment he couldn't help but tense his body, instinctively feeling some repulsion and fear.
He finally knew where those ordinary people who went crazy and hurt themselves in Red Swan Castle in his nightmares had gone.
Lumian stood up with the calcium carbide lamp in his hand. A large amount of red flames expanded from his body and turned into "meteors" that flew to every corner of the wax figure room, turning it into a sea of flames.
The flesh-white wax also began to burn. They catalyzed each other, leaving no place without fire.
All that was reflected in Lumian's eyes were the red flames and the sticky wax tears on his pale face.
He didn't close his eyes, watching intently.
At this moment, he had a new understanding of his own fire, and the originally vague third rule of acting suddenly became clear:
“Arsonists” cause destruction and bring disaster!
The "arsonist" can choose who to bring disaster to and who to destroy.
Lumian hopes that the followers of the evil god and the patients who have gone "crazy" and can only harm others will be burned to ashes by the flames!
After unifying all of his previous role-playing behaviors into this code, Lumian felt with extreme clarity that his "Arsonist" potion had been completely digested. He could even hear an illusory sound of shattering.
There were continuous thumping sounds, and the corpses, without the white wax fixing them, fell to the ground one after another. They were piled up one on top of another, and the burning was even more intense.
Suddenly, the wooden door at the exit opposite the wax figure room creaked open.
The "wax artist" with thick hair and beard like a human lion appeared in Lumian's eyes.
His iron-black eyes were illuminated red by the flames that shot straight up to the ceiling, and he asked in a disembodied voice:
"Why did you burn my wax figure?"
Lumian did not respond, but directly activated the black mark on his right shoulder.
"Spiritual Travel"!
A faint light flashed inside his clothes, and his figure suddenly disappeared, quickly sketching out the side profile of the "wax artist".
Almost at the same time, Lumian opened his mouth:
"ha!"
A pale yellow, almost gaseous light flew out of his mouth and landed on the head of the "wax artist".
The "wax artist" in a gray and black robe was visibly shaking, as if he had temporarily lost his balance, but he did not completely faint. It was more like he had suffered a "mental piercing" and was in a state of shock caused by some kind of pain.
Lumian did not rely on the "Hum-Ha Technique". He raised his left palm which had been prepared long ago and used the "fire injection" method to shoot a red fireball that was wrapped around and compressed continuously towards the mouth and nose of the "wax artist".
The fireball, which gradually turned white, whizzed into the target's mouth and nostrils, eroding his brain.
Boom!
The blazing white fireball exploded from the inside out, and Lumian saw the wax artist's head first expand rapidly, and then explode.
Pieces of flesh and blood spurted out with little flames. Lumian, who was prepared, blocked his face with the calcium carbide lamp in his right hand, and the back of his hand was covered with blood.
With a thud, the "wax figure" with only half of his head left shook and fell backwards to the ground.
Lumian, who was preparing a series of attacks, was stunned for two seconds. He didn't expect that it would be resolved like this.
He thought that this mysterious "wax artist" would be very difficult to deal with, and was ready to "teleport" away immediately if the situation went wrong.
You know, the wax figure that came back to life last time performed better than the "wax artist". Just being seen by the monster, Lumian was physically and mentally suppressed and almost dared not to resist.
Did he have the special ability to make wax figures, but he was not very powerful, or did he need to borrow some power from the underground palace of the Sauron family to make those dangerous wax figures, and this time my attack was too fast, leaving him no time to react, and he died on the spot before he could borrow the power? Lumian looked down at the "wax figure maker" and examined his situation.
Deep in the underground palace, there is a hall where many white candles are burning quietly.
Puif Soren, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bronze coffin in the center of the hall.
Around the coffin, many candles went out mysteriously without any warning.
This... Puif stood up with a slightly distorted expression.
At the exit of the wax figure room, Lumian saw a little bit of red light coming out of the "wax artist's" body.
They first rushed to the head, but the "wax artist" was left with only a small broken half of his head, so they changed direction and headed for the heart, but they couldn't get down.
Lumian was slightly surprised and tore the gray-black robe covering the "wax figure's" body, exposing his chest.
There was a dark and hideous wound there, and the place where the heart should have been was empty!
The heart is gone... Elos just said that the hearts of the members of the Sauron family will be sent deep into the underground palace... Lumian vaguely grasped the reason why the "wax master" was both terrifying and fragile.
Finally, the red light condensed into an illusory object with many grooves, like a shrunken bloody brain.
Lumian wasn't sure what this thing was equivalent to, so he collected it and some of the "wax artist's" blood and left.
The fire in the room was still crackling, but for some unknown reason it was unable to spread out.
In the stone pillar hall where the battle with the giant black spider took place.
Albus and Eros saw Lumien coming back with a carbide lamp that emitted a yellowish light.
Almost at the same time, they discovered bloodstains on Lumian's body.
"You killed the poet?" Albus asked amusedly.
Lumian shook his head and replied calmly:
"I killed the waxworker."