The flame of the orange-yellow candle, which symbolized the object of prayer, began to waver, as if blown by an invisible wind. Apart from that, it did not turn blue, nor did it take on any other color. It remained normal, no different from before.
Lumian vaguely felt a strange throbbing in his soul, as if he heard a call from afar, directed directly at his spiritual body.
He was temporarily unable to respond and continued to recite the following spell: "I pray to you;" "I pray that you will grant me the potion of prophecy..." In this ritual magic, the words "help to create" cannot be used, it must be "gift" or "grant".
As each Hermetic word was uttered, Lumian's aura seemed to be vibrated, creating waves of ripples, bringing a feeling of both elevation and dizziness.
He took two steps forward, his eyes sweeping over the materials such as the water monster meat, lizard eyes and gray henbane, picked up the parchment covered with mysterious symbols, and placed it over the orange candle representing the object of his prayers.
After the parchment was lit and placed in the natural depression of the stone that served as the altar, Lumian took up tulip powder and other materials one by one and sprinkled them into the flames.
The strange mixed fragrance soon filled the "Spiritual Wall", and Lumian seemed to have some hallucinations before his eyes.
"He saw the various mysterious symbols originally drawn on the parchment.
Numbers, they appear in the void, constantly moving, constantly reorganizing, and constantly changing the overall state.
Lumian stepped back again, looking at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermetic: "Tulip, the herb of destiny, please pass your power to my spell."
As Lumian uttered the last word,
The waves of light overlapped, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candle flame as long as he stretched out his hand. At the same time, he felt a slight burning sensation in his chest, a faint buzzing sound in his ears, and a dizzy head as if he had been lifted up and thrown around for seventeen or eighteen times.
Following the guidance of his spirit, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed towards the candle flame through the air.
His eyes then grew dim, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the flames.
The candle flame suddenly expanded, illuminating the entire altar, making it both bright and illusory.
The various "prophecy potion" materials placed together "came to life", squirming and gathering together, with blood rolling and shadows flowing, which was evil.
Lumian tried to maintain a steady supply of spiritual energy, and saw that the physical materials gradually became empty and turned into phantoms.
It became a reorganization.
A dark red phantom stained with a hint of silver and black emerged into reality, surrounding a group of dark liquids.
Bubbles kept coming out from inside the liquid, and every time a bubble burst, a silver-black light burst out and moved around like a snake.
Lumian took a step forward, picked up a small metal bottle on the altar, unscrewed the lid, and placed it at the bottom of the dark pool of liquid.
The liquid quickly gathered inwards and flowed into the bottle, almost filling it up.
After putting away the bottle of "Prophecy Potion", Lumian adjusted his mental state.
While calming the ripples in his soul, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.
If the thorn symbol had not been activated to a certain extent,
Raised my status, I just failed and I couldn't respond at all...
I can only complete two similar ritual magics in a row at most... Lumian's thoughts gradually settled.
The five ritual magics have requirements for the objects of prayer, at least
He had to be a Sequence 7, or even a "contracted person". Lumian, a Sequence 8 "mendicant monk", could only accomplish this by relying on the polluted status within his body.
Correspondingly, his spirituality cannot support too much.
After finishing the ceremony and cleaning up the altar, Lumian removed the "Spiritual Wall", walked to the gray-white cloth bag, and dragged the body out.
He kindly moved the man's head back to its original place and opened his mouth.
In the blue light of the calcium carbide lamp, Lumian took out the "Prophecy Potion", unscrewed the lid, and poured all the dark liquid into the mouth of the corpse.
They did not seep into the throat immediately, but remained there like real stagnant water.
Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind blowing through the hollow of the quarry became much colder, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp became increasingly blue.
Almost at the same time, he heard a gurgling sound and saw the corpse's throat moving, swallowing all the "prophecy potion".
The next second, the naked body sat up, and the surrounding
In the abnormal darkness that was difficult to be illuminated by light, his eyes suddenly opened on his pale and haggard face. His originally brown pupils had no color anymore and were as transparent as crystal.
Deep in the transparent eyes, there seemed to be layers of rich colors, pure and high-hanging light, countless almost invisible figures, and shimmering mercury-colored waves...
Enduring the chill that pierced his bones, Lumian calmed down and asked, "Yoom, the former successor of the parish priest from Cordu Village in the Daliege region of the Leiston Province of the Republic of Intis.
Bene, where will you appear in a month
During this time, Lumian specifically considered three questions to ask.
There are four main rules for questions: First, they must be related to the future. You cannot ask where someone is now or what they have done in the past. Second, the description must be precise enough, otherwise the answer will be irrelevant, just like Guillaume.
The name Bene is also found in many other places in Intis, with many duplicates. If you don't limit the origin to the village level, the corpse may tell you another successor to Yaom Bene.
The fate of the future.
Third, no matter what nationality the corpse was from, will it have the corresponding language
He would answer in the same language in which the question was described.
Fourth, a question can only contain one element that needs to be answered. It cannot be expressed in terms of "when and where"
Way of asking questions.
The corpse's pale face was stained with a hint of green. He opened his mouth and said in Intis, "Trier Red Princess District."
The voice was ethereal and seemed to come from another world. It was completely different from the voice of the deceased. The only possible explanation was that the Red Princess was in the area. Lumian frowned slightly.
He could actually understand, "Because this is not like those secret existences
The "prophecy potion" obtained by praying was essentially made by a "mendicant monk", so the effect will naturally not be very good.
Lumian asked the second question: I and Louis, who used to be the steward of the administrative officer in the village of Cordu in the Darriege area of the Leiston Province of the Republic of Intis.
"Where will Lund meet again?" He did not mention Lady Pualis because he was not sure what his relationship with "Lady Night" was, and he was worried that his high position would cause the prophecy to fail.
The corpse looked ahead with its transparent and lifeless eyes, and answered again in that unreal and erratic voice: "Market Avenue, Honest Market District, Trier."
Market Avenue It seems that Louis: Lund did not pass by there by chance, Lumian thought with great joy.
As he pondered, he found that the strange scenes in the corpse's transparent eyes were gradually fading, and he quickly asked the third question: "Where will Mr. Efe, the owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel in Trier's Honest Market District, be between 11 and 12 this Sunday night?"
Lumian had seen Mr. Efe before during this time.
To enter underground, he wanted to use this method to find out the details of the other party's destination.
Considering that Mr. Efe had just been "robbed" and had been to the police headquarters, he might not dare to go underground again in a short period of time, so Lumian set the time on Sunday.
The corpse quickly answered, "The Old Pigeon Cage Theater in Trier's Candide Market District."
After saying that, the corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and closed its eyes again. The body gave off a rotten smell that was like someone who had been dead for many days.
Going to the Old Pigeon Cage Theater again, Lumian stuffed the body back into the bag and planned to go deeper underground.
Buried somewhere.
The old theater is a three-story off-white building with a beard in front.
The nagging tramp was blocked by two servants next to the pilaster.
"I, I'm leaving now."
He said tremblingly. At this time, a man dressed as a butler came over with a look of surprise, "Master, is that you, Master?" "What?" The homeless man was very confused, and the butler was very excited. "Did you forget
You are the master here, and we are all your servants. You had a head injury before, and you forgot a lot of things. One day, you suddenly ran away from home.
"After several months, I finally found you!
Do you remember that you are back here again!
"I'm not, I'm not...
"The tramp remembers his past clearly.
But the butler and two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all. They "surrounded" him and took him into the building.
"Madam, the master is back!" the housekeeper shouted excitedly. Not long after, the tramp saw an elegant and beautiful lady.
The lady was wearing a light green skirt, and her eyes and eyebrows exuded a mature charm.
She cried with joy and threw herself into the homeless man's arms: "You are finally back, you are finally back!"
We moved forward, smelled the sweet, milky scent of perfume, and felt the soft, curvy body.
The tramp tried to prove that he was not the other man's husband, but the words came to his mouth but were swallowed back. He was taken to take a shower and taken to the restaurant in confusion. He saw the woman under the crystal chandelier.
A sumptuous dinner: a dozen oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a dish of beef stewed with prunes, a portion of suet pudding, a salad, and a bottle of white Danxia wine. At the same time, the tramp also saw the paintings hanging in the restaurant, one of which was a portrait, "and he was a bit like himself.
Is it really me? But I remember everything I've experienced. There's another person who is very similar to me.
The tramp was confused. After eating and drinking, he was taken to the bedroom. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady in silk clothes came in.
She walked in with a nightgown. She said with watery eyes: "Do you still remember my passion?"
The tramp's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he moved forward uncontrollably.
The two of them fell on the bed, hugging each other, full of passion.
At this moment, the tramp began to "believe" that he was really the owner of this house, with a beautiful wife, a professional housekeeper, and many servants.
Even if the original owner comes back, he will make the other party become a fake!
Lumian returned to the ground, holding the extinguished calcium carbide lamp, and walked into the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
When the man at the front desk, Felsif, saw him, he immediately stood up:
"Charles, Mr. Charles, Baron Brinell wants you to meet him at the Breeze Ballroom after dinner."
What does Baron Brinell want from me
Lumian nodded.