As the three-part honorific name was spoken, a faint gray mist floated around Lumian, filling the air with an unsettling feeling.
The orange candlelight then took on a bluish hue, making the entire altar gloomy and dark.
At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to become dull, and he only felt the flesh under his skin itching, as if something was about to come out.
Faintly, the gaze from infinite height appeared again.
Lumián calmed himself down and continued to pray.
He followed the narration of the “magician” lady, combined with the knowledge of sacrifice in Aurore’s witchcraft notes, and recited in Hermetic language: “I pray to you;
"Please remove the curse from me..."
Frankly speaking, Lumian really wanted to ask that great being to protect him for a year and keep him from any harm, but this was obviously impossible. As for how to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Montsouris, he had not yet mastered the relevant Hermetic words and could only vaguely refer to it by the curse on his body.
At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs in the altar.
The next second, his vision became blurred, and an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light seemed to appear before him.
The angel descended from on high, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian.
The pairs of wings formed by light then closed together, wrapping around layer by layer.
Lumian suddenly woke up and saw that the candlelight, which had been stained blue, had turned back to orange at some point.
Recalling his experience just now, he seemed to have had a dream, and couldn't help but mutter to himself silently: "Did I see an angel just now? Did that great being ask the angel beside her to protect me and help me remove the curse?"
Before today, Lumian had only heard descriptions of angels in the sermons of the Eternal Sun Church. He never thought that one day he would be able to receive an angel's embrace.
Lumian became more and more awed by the mysterious organization codenamed after Tarot cards and the great being who sealed the pollution in his body.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease: If the Montsouris ghost really brought a curse, then there should be no problem now. How can a ghost that can only wander underground in Trier and even the protection of the clergy of the "Eternal Sun" Church dare not touch it compare with an angel
Of course, Lumian was still half worried because he was praying for the curse to be lifted. What if the Montsouris ghost didn't kill people by curse
He waited until midnight but still received no reply from the "magician".
He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
It was not until the second half of the night that the various noises in the chaotic streets subsided, and Lumian heard the faint chirping of insects in the distance and the even more distant sound of whistles.
Suddenly, he felt his body become heavy and breathing became difficult, as if someone had completely wrapped his body in a quilt and pressed him down.
Oh no! Lumian struggled to get up, and maybe only his arms moved.
He couldn't even open his eyes!
Even his arms seemed to be held down by someone, and it was difficult to lift them a few centimeters.
The next second, Lumian's body became cold and his nose felt wet, as if he was put into a sack and sunk deep into the river.
His breathing stagnated, his chest felt stuffy and painful, and his thoughts slowed down.
As Lumian tried his best to resist in vain, an idea flashed through his mind, which was to enter a meditative state and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.
After a moment, he gave up the idea.
First, it is very likely that he will lose control. Second, the ghost of Montsouris has nothing to do with the mysterious existence named Fate, so he may not be deterred by the black thorn symbol.
Unless there is no other choice and he is only one step away from death, Lumian will not try this seemingly useless and life-threatening method.
His lips and nose became cold, as if they were being held down by invisible hands.
Coupled with the drowning feeling, Lumian was completely unable to breathe and his lungs were about to explode.
Words like "hunter," "provocateur," "dancer," "pollution," "seal," and "corrupted mercury" flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, constantly combining into thoughts and then dispersing.
"Fallen Mercury"...
"Corrupted Mercury!" Finally, Lumian got an idea and struggled to move his gloved left palm to the side.
He had just placed the evil dagger in the most convenient position to grab it in case of any accidents.
A few seconds later, Lumian opened his mouth wide to try to breathe, touched the handle of "Corrupted Mercury", and picked up the silver-black dagger.
At this time, the "Fallen Mercury" was not wrapped in black cloth, and the patterns on it were layered, making people dizzy.
Lumian used all his strength to raise his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed the "Corrupted Mercury" upwards into his body.
Lumian did not hesitate at all. He gritted his teeth and followed the downward force, bending his arm towards his body. With a "pop", he inserted the "Corrupted Mercury" into his left waist.
Red blood overflowed, staining the blade of the "Fallen Mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of "being burned by flames" entered Lumian's body.
The pain stimulated Lumian's oxygen-deprived brain to become much more alert. Before his eyes, everything went dark, and the mysterious river composed of countless complex mercury symbols emerged.
This represents his own destiny.
Without bothering to choose carefully, Lumian cast his sights towards the downstream of the illusory river, towards a river channel that was about to swallow up other tributaries.
Following this, he infused his own spirituality into the "Fallen Mercury", allowing it to pry open the corresponding complex mercury-colored symbol formed by the self-entanglement of the stream.
The next second, Lumian saw himself lying on the bed, his face purple, close to death.
The mercury-colored symbols suddenly shrank and solidified into a drop of water, seeping into the blade of "Corrupted Mercury". Almost at the same time, Lumian felt his whole body become relaxed, no longer feeling like drowning or suffocating, but at the same time he was surrounded by pain and couldn't help but groan.
Flames burst out from his body and his skin was charred inch by inch.
He had just used the "pain of being burned by fire" stored in the "Fallen Mercury" to exchange his own fate of being "attacked by the ghost of Montsouris", and successfully got rid of the state where he was even a little powerless to struggle, and was no longer attacked!
"Corrupted Mercury" can pierce others, but it can also pierce Lumian himself, changing the part of his fate that he doesn't want! He was set on fire and felt the pain of fighting the fire monster again.
Lumian, who was prepared, rolled over and rolled under the bed.
He rolled back and forth with a thumping sound, trying to put out the flames on his body.
After a while, perhaps because Lumian's strategy had taken effect, or because the flames brought about by the exchange of fate had burned out on their own, or both, he was no longer enveloped in the red flames.
But his clothes were burnt to tatters, his body was covered with large charred marks, his nose was shaky and about to fall off, and his hair smelled much less like lake water.
Lumian tried hard to keep his eyes open and concentrate his mind to prevent himself from fainting.
As time went by, he felt his vitality slipping away rapidly.
He struggled to hold on, relying only on the breath in his chest that could not be swallowed.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally heard a bell sound that was extremely beautiful to him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The chimes of six o'clock in the morning in Trier echoed through the streets and surrounding areas, and rays of morning light appeared on the horizon.
Lumian suddenly became sober and no longer felt any pain.
His physical and mental state has been reset!
Huh... Lumian let out a breath, turned over and stood up, looking in front of him, and saw that the linen shirt and dark trousers he wore last night were burned to only a few rags, but his skin condition had completely returned to normal.
He was already in a financial crisis and couldn't help but sigh: I have to buy a new set of clothes, another expense!
“It doesn’t look like a curse…” Lumian changed his clothes, walked out of the room, went to the bathroom and washed his face with tap water.
He then looked in the mirror and saw that some of his hair had become shorter, and some of it had lost the golden color that was dyed on the surface. These external things cannot be reset.
After washing up, Lumian returned to Room 207 and was surprised to see a letter in the room.
The paper folded into a square was lying quietly on the wooden table.
Lumian couldn’t help but mutter, “Isn’t it too early to reply at this point
"You didn't sleep last night again, and you just got home?"
Shaking his head, Lumian walked over and unfolded the reply from the "magician". The words on the letter were written in a messy and sloppy handwriting, and only vaguely could be seen as belonging to the lady: "Well done, next, get in touch with Mr. K more and show your irrational and fanatical side until he preaches to you and invites you to join the organization he belongs to." One, die in front of it, kill it with the pollution in your body, and avenge those who died.
"Second, use your dagger to exchange your fate of 'encountering the ghost of Montsouris'. Have you ever thought that the dagger can also be used on yourself
"Third, live in a church of a certain church and never go out again."
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