Lumian's original plan was to go to the Mason Cafe before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, lest he would not know where to escape after an accident during treatment tomorrow, but the matter of Baron Brignel delayed him. For a lot of time, I had to go to Aosta Trull first, and then go to the botanical garden in the afternoon.
Aosta was still in the same place, next to the edge of the underground cemetery, leaning against a stone pillar, and lit a bonfire.
Hearing the footsteps approaching slowly from a distance, he raised his head in a hooded black robe and looked at the visitor.
His expression, which he thought would bring him a fortune, suddenly froze.
He quickly stood up, forced a smile, and said proactively before Lumian asked: "I contacted the convener this morning and said that I have a friend who is an occult enthusiast and wants to attend the party, but he has not responded to me yet. .”
Lumian nodded, without asking how he contacted Aosta. He walked to the bonfire, found a stone to sit on, and said casually: "You must have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same room." A place where you are not afraid that they will find you?"
Aosta said with a "hehe" smile: "Most of the time, it's not actually a lie. As a 'secret prayer' and an extraordinary person in the true sense, I use my own spirituality to do divination for them. It can't be called a lie at all."
"My divination results are much more accurate than most people in the Occult Club!
"Other times, it must be different people using different methods. If they are really exposed, they can use words to make up for it."
"How to make up for it?" Lumian smiled. "
Aosta coughed: "The key point is not to speak too clearly or absolutely at the beginning, only then can you accuse the other party of misunderstanding."
Lumian smiled thoughtfully and said: "On the matter of the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman, you promised too easily and your promise was too clear."
Aosta's expression suddenly collapsed: "Yes, I was forced too eagerly by Baron Brignel, and I wished I could get the money on the spot.
"The correct approach should be to tell you that I have a way, but it is very difficult to achieve. After you begged many times, I reluctantly accepted your money and said that success was not guaranteed..."
Obviously, Aosta had reviewed the mistakes he had made last night and seriously considered what he would do to avoid subsequent risks if he had to do it all over again. The more he talked, the more excited he became, until he saw Lumian smiling but not smiling. His expression suddenly stopped.
How could he explain how to successfully defraud this dangerous guy in front of him? Aosta subconsciously put on a smile and forcefully explained: "But I believe this can't deceive you either. You are the most cautious person I have ever seen. people."
Lumian smiled and shook his head: "You really chose the wrong path."
Aosta did not dare to take up the topic and asked instead: "I thought about it seriously last night. When I communicated with you, I didn't seem to mention the party. I just said that I bought the main ingredients for the potion. How can you be sure that it is occult? Party?"
Lumian smiled lowly and said, "That's what my intuition told me."
At the same time, he couldn't help but sneered: "Aren't there only two possibilities, either one-on-one trading or a party. The chance of guessing is at least 50%. I just said it casually at the time. I was wrong. Nothing to lose!"
Aosta looked at Lumian with more and more fear.
It became increasingly difficult for him to guess which path and sequence this dangerous guy belonged to. Not only did he seem to be able to fight, but he was also spiritually strong and had an intuition that was almost premonition-like.
Lumian felt the warmth brought by the campfire and chatted: "How did you join that occult party?"
Aosta showed a look of reminiscence: "Everyone comes to Trier with hope. Those painters dream of having their works selected by the exhibition of works of living artists, but most of them fail." Or, every year, some people cannot bear this kind of blow and go crazy or commit suicide.
"Every poor writer living in a tenement apartment wants to repeat the fame myth of bestsellers such as Aurore and Meniere, but in the end they can only sell their works to small newspapers and have to endure the repetition of 'vulgar and inferior' plots. 'Waiting for bad reviews, many of them even end up writing pornographic novels for underground booksellers, and may be taken away by police detectives at any time.
"More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from West Delis with the desire to make a fortune. I slept in an attic that would leak when it rained, climbed on scaffolding, entered a factory, and smuggled underground books. , I worked as a soda vendor, and although I was lucky and saved some money, it became clearer to me every year that I would never be rich, own my own house, or live leisurely in the city. I had breakfast at home while reading the newspaper, and waited until it was almost time before going out to work.
"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Psychic" and "Utopia". Haha, maybe I still had fantasy, thinking that I could gain powerful extraordinary power overnight and completely change my destiny, so I began to participate frequently. Gatherings among fellow enthusiasts, well, the corresponding information will be published in those magazines. "At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in the hobby club suddenly came to me and asked me if I wanted to attend a gathering involving truly extraordinary powers. I couldn't If you refuse, you will know what happens next. "
Lumian listened very quietly and did not interrupt Aosta's story.
When the other party stopped, he asked: "That friend of yours is the convener of the party?"
"No." Aosta shook his head, "The convener calls himself 'Mr. K' and always wears a big hood, almost covering his entire face."
"Mr. K..." Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, "What abilities has he shown?"
Aosta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it.
"However, after I became a 'Secret Prayer', when I met him again, I felt like facing the shadows and the darkness deep underground. I think he should be very strong."
It sounds very strong, but I don’t know who is more powerful compared to the priest and Mrs. Pualis... Lumian muttered silently to himself, and curiously asked: "Do you have any special feelings when you face me? "
Aosta said "uh" and decided to tell the truth: "No, but you have a dangerous temperament, which scares me more than Baron Brignel."
Lumian looked down at his left breast and said with a smile, "It's pretty good."
Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.
Lumian did not continue the topic and asked instead: "Have you ever heard of the Montsuri ghost?"
"I know." As a fake wizard who makes a living by defrauding money, Aosta has mastered many stories involving underground Trier. "It is said that in this dark and vast space underground, there is an evil spirit that is constantly Wandering, it always walks alone, seemingly never reaching its destination. Anyone who encounters this ghost will either lose his life on the spot, or die mysteriously along with his immediate family members that year.
"So far, all the people who claim to have encountered the ghost of Monsouli have gone crazy and died within a year. I heard that the two major churches have organized strong men to go underground to search for the evil spirit, but without success."
It felt a bit real... Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta: "I'll come back to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."
"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be detrimental to him now, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at being able to send this dangerous guy away.
It is impossible for normal humans to get used to staying with tigers!
On the way back to the ground, Lumian passed by the entrance of the underground catacombs with a carbide lamp in hand, and once again saw the arch carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols.
After glancing at the words "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!", Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate that separated the inside and outside.
At this moment, a figure turned out from behind the huge stone arch 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 slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lumian.
"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked like a foreigner who was ignorant and simple.
The old man looked him over and over: "You have to go up there to buy a ticket first, and then bring a white candle over."
"I have a friend who is buried there. Do I still need to buy a ticket to pay homage to him?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.
The old man said suspiciously: "Aren't you a college student in Memorial Parish?
"Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of lies and sneak into the tomb to sing, dance and hold parties in the ossuary!"
"Go in, remember to bring a lit white candle like those guys, this is my only request!"
Lumian used to worry that if he could get into college, his behavior style would be too different from that of his classmates. Now it seems that this is a completely unnecessary worry.
Those students are crazier than him!
"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll come back next time with a white candle."
The old man nodded happily.
Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired road towards the stairs leading to the ground.
More than a hundred meters later, he suddenly spotted a dark shadow from the corner of his eye.
The black figure hunched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.
At a glance, Lumian felt that it was not an entity but almost an illusion.
Subconsciously, Lumian raised the carbide lamp and cast the blue-yellow light over it.
The black shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Lumian quickly looked around and found nothing.
"Hallucination, or a ghost under the ground?" Lumian had just made a guess, but suddenly became suspicious, "Could it be the ghost of Montsuri? Did I meet the ghost of Montsuri?"
His pupils dilated and his expression became extremely solemn.
A few seconds later, Lumian laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight, and laughed so hard that he almost shed tears: "Haha, come on, come on! I want to see how you make me kill all my immediate family members. I also died mysteriously!"
