The flame of the orange candle, which symbolized the object of prayer, swayed, as if being blown by the invisible wind. Other than that, it neither became blue nor dyed with other colors. It was ordinary and harmonious. There was no difference before.
Vaguely, Lumian felt some strange throbbing in his soul, as if he heard a call from afar, directed at his spiritual body.
He was temporarily unable to respond, and continued to recite the following incantation: "I pray to you;" "I pray to you to give me the prophecy potion..." In this ritual magic, you cannot use words such as "help make it", it must be "Gift" or "given".
As the Hermes words were spoken out one by one, Lumian's spiritual energy seemed to be shaken, causing ripples, which brought about a feeling of elevation and dizziness.
He took a step forward, glanced at the water monster meat, lizard eyes, ash hyacinth herbs and other materials, picked up the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols, and placed it against the orange candle that represented the object of prayer. .
After the imitation vellum paper was ignited and placed in the natural depression of the stone that served as the altar, Lumian picked up tulip powder and other materials in turn and sprinkled them into the firelight.
The mixed strange fragrance quickly filled the "spiritual wall", and Lumian seemed to have some hallucinations in front of his eyes.
"He saw various mysterious symbols originally drawn on imitation parchment.
No., they stand out in the void, constantly moving, constantly reorganizing, and constantly changing the overall state.
Lumian stepped back again, looked at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermes: "Tulips, the herb of destiny, please pass your power to my spell."
As Lumian said the last word, he was born inside his soul.
The ripples of life overlapped together, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candlelight as long as he stretched out his palm. At the same time, there was a slight burning sensation in his chest, a faint buzzing in his ears, and his head felt dizzy as if someone had lifted him up and tossed him around. .
Following spiritual guidance, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards the candle from a distance.
His eyes then turned dark, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the firelight.
The candle flame suddenly expanded, illuminating the entire altar both brightly and illusively.
The various "prophecy potion" materials placed together "come to life", squirming together, blood rolling, and shadows flowing, which is evil.
Lumian worked hard to maintain a stable supply of spirituality, and saw those physical materials one after another disappearing and turning into phantoms. In this way, he completely
became a reorganization.
The dark red phantom dyed with a little silvery black stood out from reality, surrounding ten volumes of dark liquid.
The inside of this liquid was constantly bubbling, and when each bubble exploded, a silver-black shimmer shot out; it swam away like a snake.
Lumian stepped over, picked up a metal vial placed on the altar, unscrewed the cap, and placed it at the bottom of the liquid, which was dark.
The liquid quickly condensed inward and flowed into the bottle, almost filling it. .five
Putting away the bottle of "Prophecy Potion", Lumian adjusted his mental state.
While calming down the ripples in his soul, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.
If the thorn symbol hadn't been activated to a certain extent, mentioning
My status has been elevated. I just failed. I can't respond at all. . .
I have completed at most two similar ritual magics in a row... Lumian's thoughts gradually settled.
Those five ritual magics have minimum requirements for praying objects.
It has to be Sequence 7, and it must even be a "contracted person". Lumian, the "mendicant monk" of Sequence 8, can be completed purely by pretending to be a person polluted in the body.
Correspondingly, his spirituality cannot support much.
After finishing the ceremony and packing up the altar, Lumian lifted the "spiritual wall", walked to the gray-white cloth bag, and pulled out the body inside.
He kindly moved the other person's head back to its original position and opened his mouth.
Under the light of a blue carbide lamp, Lumian took out the "Prophecy Potion", unscrewed the cap, and poured all the dark liquid into the corpse's mouth.
They did not penetrate down the throat immediately and remained there like real water.
Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind blowing through the hollow of the quarry became much colder, and the light of the carbide lamp became increasingly bluer.
Almost at the same time, he heard the sound of Gulu and saw the corpse's throat squirming as it swallowed all the "prophecy potion".
The next second, the naked body sat up, surrounded by stains
In the abnormal darkness that was difficult to be illuminated by light, his pale and haggard face opened his eyes. The original brown eyes were colorless and as transparent as crystal.
Deep in the transparent eyes, there seemed to be layers of rich color blocks, pure and high-hanging light, countless almost invisible figures, and flickering mercury waves...
Enduring the coldness that pierced his bones, Lumian calmed down and asked: "The former deity Ji Yaomu from Kordu Village, Daliege District, Leiston Province, Republic of Intis.
Bene, where will he appear in a month?"
During this time, Lumian specifically considered three questions to ask.
There are four main rules for questions: First, it must be related to the future situation, and you cannot ask where someone is now or what they have done in the past; II is description: it must be accurate enough, otherwise the answer will not be what the question was asked, just like Ji Yao Mu.
The name Bene is also found in many other places in Intis. There are a lot of duplicate names. If you don't limit the place of origin to the village level, the corpse will probably tell you about another step Yaomu Bene.
future destiny.
Third, no matter which nationality the corpse is in front of, does it know the corresponding language?
He will answer in the language that describes the problem.
Fourth, a question can only contain one element that needs to be answered, and cannot be limited to "when and where".
way to ask questions.
The pale face of the corpse was stained with a bit of dark green. He opened his mouth and said in Intis language, "The Red Princess District of Trier."
This voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from another world. "It was completely different from the deceased's voice during his lifetime. We could only narrow the scope to the Red Princess District. Lumian frowned slightly.
He can actually understand "because it's not like those hidden beings
The maker of the "prophecy potion" that comes through prayer is essentially just a "dervish monk", so the effect will naturally not be very good.
Lumian raised the second question: I and Louis, who used to be the administrator's housekeeper in Kordu Village, Daliege District, Leston Province, Republic of Intis.
"Where will Lund meet again?" He didn't mention Mrs. Pualis because he didn't know what the relationship between him and "Mrs. Night" was, and he was worried that his position would be too high and the prophecy would fail.
The corpse looked forward with transparent eyes, and answered again in that ethereal voice: "Market Avenue, Honest Market District, Trier."
From the looks of Market Avenue, Louis: Lund didn't pass by there by chance, Lumian thought with great joy.
As he pondered, he noticed that the various strange scenes printed in the transparent eyes of the corpse were gradually fading, and he quickly asked the third question: "This Sunday night from 11 to 12 o'clock, the Honest Market District of Trier" Where will Mr. Ev, the owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, be?”
Before, Lumian saw Mr. Efe during this time period.
Entering the underground, so he wanted to reveal the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.
Considering that Mr. Ev had just been "robbed" and had been to the police headquarters, and might not dare to go underground again in a short time, Lumian set the time for Sunday.
The corpse quickly answered "Old Pigeon Cage Theater in the Candidemarkt district of Trier."
After saying that, the corpse fell down with a snap and closed its eyes again. The body exuded a rotten smell that had been dead for many days.
Went to the old Pigeon Cage Theater again. Lumian stuffed the body back into the bag and planned to go deeper underground.
Buried everywhere.
An off-white three-story building in the old theater, with a beard in front
The homeless tramp was blocked by a pilaster by two male servants.
"I-I'm leaving now."
He said tremblingly. At this time, a man dressed as a butler came over with a look of surprise on his face, "Master, is it you, Master!" "What?" The tramp was at a loss, and the butler was very excited. "Have you forgotten?"
You are the master here, and we are all your servants. You suffered a head injury before, forgot many things, and suddenly ran away from home one day.
"After many months, I finally found you!
Do you remember that you are back here again!"
"I'm not, I'm not...
"The homeless man remembers his past clearly.
But the housekeeper and two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all. They "surrounded" him and took him to the building.
"Madam, 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 there was an indelible mature charm between her brows and eyes.
She cried with joy and threw herself into the homeless man's arms: "You are finally back, you are finally back!"
We planned to smell the sweetness of the perfume with a bit of milkiness, and felt the concave and soft body.
The tramp tried to distinguish that he was not the husband of the other party. The words came to his mouth and were swallowed back. He was taken to take a bath and was taken to the restaurant in confusion, and saw the man under the crystal chandelier.
A sumptuous dinner: a dozen oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed with prunes, a suet pudding, a salad and a bottle of Blancpain wine. At the same time, the tramp also saw one of the oil paintings hanging in the restaurant. The portrait "looks a lot like him in person.
Is it really me? I remember everything I have experienced. Is there another person who is similar to me?
The tramp was confused and confused. After eating and drinking, he was taken to the bedroom. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady was wearing a silk dress.
Nightgown came in. She said with watery eyes: "Do you still remember my enthusiasm?"
The homeless man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't control himself and faced him.
II The two fell on the bed hugging each other, overflowing with passion. This time
At this moment, the homeless man 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 person fake!
Lumian returned to the ground, carried the extinguished carbide lamp, and walked into the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Mr. Fils at the front desk stood up immediately when people saw him:
"Charles, Mr. Charles, Baron Brignel asked you to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find him after dinner."
What does Baron Brignier want from me?
Lumian nodded.
