Lumian originally planned to go to Mason Cafe before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, so that if something unexpected happened during the treatment tomorrow, he would not know where to escape. However, Baron Brinell's matter delayed him a lot of time, so he could only go to Aosta Trier first, and then go to the botanical garden in the afternoon.
Aosta was still in the old place, next to the edge of the crypt, with his back against a stone pillar, and lit a bonfire.
Hearing the footsteps approaching at a moderate pace, he raised his head in a hooded black robe and looked at the visitor.
He thought he would earn some money, but his expression froze instantly.
"You must have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place. Aren't you afraid that they will find you?"
Osta laughed and said, "Most of the time it's not really cheating. As a 'secret prayer', a truly extraordinary person, I use my own spirituality to do divinations for them, which can't be called cheating at all." The results of my divinations are much more accurate than most people in the mysticism club!
"At other times, it must be different people using different methods. If they are really exposed, they can still use words to make up for it."
“How do you make up for it?” Lumian smiled.
Osta coughed. Lumian smiled thoughtfully and said, "You agreed too easily and made too clear a promise about the Samaritan Woman's Spring."
Osta's expression suddenly collapsed: "Yes, I was forced too eagerly by Baron Brinell, and I wanted to get the money on the spot." But I believe that this will not fool you either. You are the most cautious I have ever seen. Lumian smiled and shook his head: "You really chose the wrong way."
Osta didn't dare to take up the topic, so he asked instead: Lumian laughed softly and said, "That's what my intuition tells me."
At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly complain that Osta looked at Lumian with more and more fear.
He was increasingly unable to guess which path this dangerous fellow was from. It seemed that he was not only a capable fighter, but also had strong spiritual abilities and an intuition that was almost like a premonition.
Lumian felt the warmth brought by the bonfire and asked casually, "How did you join that mystic gathering?"
Osta showed a reminiscent expression: "Everyone came to Trier with hope. Those painters dreamed of having their works selected by the exhibition of works by living artists, but most of them were failures. Every year, some people could not bear this blow and went crazy or committed suicide." More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from Western Trieste Province with a desire to get rich. I slept in an attic that leaked when it rained, climbed scaffolding, entered factories, smuggled underground books, and worked as a soda vendor. Although I was lucky and saved some money, I realized more and more every year that I would never be rich, I would never own my own house, I would never be able to leisurely read the newspaper and have breakfast at home, and go out to work when it was almost time.
"Later, I came across magazines on the occult such as Psychic and Mystery. Haha, maybe I still had fantasies that I could gain powerful supernatural powers overnight and completely change my destiny. I began to frequently attend gatherings among like-minded people. Well, those magazines would publish relevant information.
"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in a club suddenly approached me and asked if I wanted to attend a gathering involving truly extraordinary powers. I couldn't refuse, and you know what happened next."
Lumian listened very quietly without interrupting Aosta's story.
After the other party stopped, he asked, "Is your friend the one who convened the party?"
"No." Osta shook his head. "The convener calls himself 'Mr. K' and always wears a big hood that almost covers his entire face."
"Mr. K..." Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, what abilities has he demonstrated? "Osta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it.
"However, after I became a 'secret praying man', when I met him again, I felt like I was facing a shadow and the darkness deep underground. I thought he must be very strong." "He sounds very strong. I wonder who is stronger between him and the parish priest or Mrs. Pualis...
Lumian muttered silently to himself, and curiously asked, "Do you have any special feelings when facing me?"
"No, but you have a dangerous aura that scares me more than Baron Brinell ever did."
"fine."
Osta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.
Lumian didn't continue the topic, and instead asked, "It feels a little real..." Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Osta, "I'll come see you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."
"Okay." Although Osta didn't think that the other party would do anything bad to him now, he couldn't help but feel relieved that he could send this dangerous guy away.
It is impossible for normal humans to get used to being with tigers!
On the way back to the surface, Lumian passed by the entrance of the catacombs with a carbide lamp and saw the archway with various bones, sunflowers and steam symbols engraved on it again.
After reading the words "Stop! The Death Empire is ahead!", Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate separating the inside and the outside.
At this moment, a figure came out from behind the huge stone archway and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He was an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles.
His pale yellow eyes were already slightly cloudy, and his gaze was fixed firmly on Lumian.
“Can’t I go in?” Lumian showed the ignorance and simplicity of a foreigner.
The old man looked him over and said, "You need to buy a ticket upstairs first, and then bring a white candle."
"I have a friend buried there. Do I need to buy a ticket to pay tribute to him?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.
"You're not a college student from the Memorial District, are you?" Those bastards always make up all kinds of lies to sneak into the cemetery, sing, dance, and hold parties in the ossuary!
"Go in, and remember to bring a lighted white candle like those guys. That's all I ask!"
Lumian used to worry that if he could get into college, his style of doing things would be too different from that of his classmates. Now it seems that this worry was completely unnecessary.
Those students are even crazier than him!
“Okay.” Lumian showed a disappointed expression, “I’ll bring white candles next time.”
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired path towards the stairs leading to the ground.
More than a hundred meters later, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye.
The dark shadow hunched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.
When Lumian took a look at it, he felt that it was not real and was almost unreal.
Subconsciously, Lumian raised the calcium carbide lamp and cast a blue-yellow light over.
The dark shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Lumian looked around quickly, but saw nothing.
His eyes widened and his expression became unusually solemn.
After a few seconds, Lumian started laughing, almost unable to straighten his back, almost crying. "Haha, come on, just come on! I want to see how you make all my immediate family members die, and how you make me die mysteriously too!"
PS: Ask for double monthly tickets~