Compared to the previous nightmare, Lumian could "see" more clearly now. The dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window had a similar appearance to Count Puyver.
When he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles on his face squirmed and the contours changed, instantly becoming exactly like Lumian.
He is exactly the same as Lumian Li from Kordu Village, not the current Charles Dubois!
When the dark red-haired man holding Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian's eye sockets also felt sharp pain, and his vision turned black.
At the same time, the crazy laughter of "Hahaha" sounded in his ears, which made him want to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodthirsty.
Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly warm, and pure madness flooded into his mind.
The irritability, violence and bloodlust that came from nowhere were immediately expelled from his body, and the crazy laughter of "hahaha" disappeared instantly.
Lumian's vision also returned to normal, and he saw Anoli, who was sitting opposite, and Count Puyver on the side.
With smiles on their faces, they watched the other participants selecting king cakes, completely unaware of the abnormal changes in Lumian.
Lumian counted the missing king cakes, glanced at Laurent who was selecting, and realized that only a few seconds had passed, while he felt like he had experienced a long hour.
He relied on the ability of the "mendicant monk" to hold back the emotional fluctuations caused by the breath of the "Blood Emperor" in his body, and he vaguely sensed a strange, crazy, bloody, and cruel spirit lingering in the void above his head.
This trembling spirit was eager to enter Lumian's body, but was intimidated by the hidden aura of Alistair Tudor. It never dared to fall down, and could only keep hovering above the living room, as if trying to hunt. They eat carcasses and are afraid of vultures, their natural predators nearby.
All the participants in the King Cake game were unaware that there was such a crazy spirit staring fiercely at their heads, and they happily picked up King Cake.
"Come on, come and dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! Let's see if you are crazy, or Alista Tudor is crazy!" Lumian, who was emotionally unstable, sneered in his heart.
Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell. If that spirit really wanted to forcefully enter his body, he had no way to stop it. He could only hope that Mr. Fool's seal could be activated and produce certain effect.
But now it seems that that crazy and cruel spirit has no sense, it is difficult to think, and it is impossible to distinguish the specific effect of Alistair Tudor's breath. All he can know is instinctive fear.
Lumian controlled his state a little, and while watching Eloise and others selecting king cakes, and feeling the crazy spirit wandering quickly, he thought about the corresponding questions:
"This seems to be the essence of the Sauron family's king cake game...
"Puiver used his own bloodline to use simplified rituals to summon the remaining spirit of his ancestors, and let it enter the body of the person who ate the token and became the king...
"Such a crazy and bloody spirit really took over my body and eroded my mind. I might lose control on the spot. It is almost impossible for ordinary people not to go crazy. How does Count Puyver stay normal? At least. He looks pretty normal, and he has been king countless times...
"No wonder Thermipolos asked me to exchange a piece of cake last time. If I lose control, his fate will not be much better...
"Raised by sows! Why didn't you remind me today? You knew I had the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on me and you didn't have to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, so why did you choose to be mute?
“Where did this crazy spirit come from? It’s been two to three hundred years, so why does it still exist?
"Is it that the Sauron family has a special method of preserving the spirits of high-ranking people, accumulated from generation to generation, or that Fermonda Sauron is not actually dead, or that the extraordinary characteristics he left behind are too polluted, and the Sauron family wants to rely on this How to eliminate it bit by bit? But it has been two or three hundred years!
"Gardner Martin's purpose is to confirm the status of Vermont...
"Well, this crazy spirit keeps wandering overhead and can't fall down... Will it slowly recede after that, or change its target, or create other mutations?"
Lumian was extremely nervous, always paying attention to the crazy spirit wandering in the air.
If it really shows signs of forcibly invading with the aura of the "Blood Emperor", or if it brings about other bad changes, Lumian will choose to "teleport" away directly.
Anoli, Maren, Ilett and others finished selecting the king cakes in turn, leaving only the piece dedicated to Fomunda Sauron on the plate.
Count Puyver looked around with a smile and said:
"Everyone can start eating. The one who eats that gold coin will be the king today."
After saying that, he gracefully took a bite of the king cake in his hand, and then took several more bites, his expression gradually becoming confused and panicked.
There is no such gold coin!
Count Puiver looked at the other participants in astonishment, his confidence that everything was under control disappeared.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:
"No, it's impossible! I'm the one who looks most like my ancestors!"
He set his sights on Eloise, the only person present among the guests who had the blood of the Sauron family.
Although Eloise was confused by her cousin's panicked and fierce look as if he was about to tear himself apart, she still took a few bites of the King Cake.
Still don't have that gold coin.
Count Puyver became even more confused. His eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through his mind:
"There won't be any illegitimate child of any family member here, right?
"No, even if there is, I am more like my ancestors!
"Is there a high-ranking person with the 'Hunter' path at the scene?
"impossible!
"Or, is there anyone here who has suffered from underground pollution?"
Lumian saw that Count Puyver was already scratching his hair in pain, and most of the game participants had taken several bites of King Cake before he slowly raised his right hand and took a bite.
As expected, his teeth hit something hard and metal.
He then spat out the object on his left palm, and it turned out to be a 10-fil gold coin.
Count Puyver's pupils suddenly dilated and he stared at Lumian's face, wanting to dig out every piece of flesh and blood and examine it carefully.
Anoli laughed:
"Oh, finally there is a new king. It's Puig every time that makes me tired. He can't think of any good prank ideas anymore."
Lumian picked up the gold coin and glanced at Anoli coldly:
"Who asked you to speak?"
Anoli's body trembled and he instinctively closed his mouth.
Lumian managed to control the influence of the "Blood Emperor's" aura again, and felt that the crazy spirit above his head was swirling faster and faster, and seemed to be getting more and more impatient and violent.
He looked around slowly, showed a smile and said:
"From now on, I am your king, or do you prefer to call me emperor?"
For some reason, all the participants, including Count Puyver and Miss Eloise, felt the urge to obey Ciel's orders.
Of course, it's just a throbbing, a throbbing caused by the dual influence of words and momentum.
Here, the poet Elitte, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles Dubois, stood up completely indifferently, pressed his hand on his chest, and saluted:
"Yes, my Majesty the Emperor!"
Others either followed the spirit of the game or were affected by the throbbing in their hearts. They also stood up and saluted in their own way: "Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."
Lumian smiled and pressed down his right hand, indicating that everyone could sit down.
He then looked at Count Puyver, raised his chin slightly and said: "I order you to offer gold worth thirty thousand felkin."
Count Puyver was stunned for a moment, with complicated emotions swirling in his heart.
This was the first time he had been ordered around in the king cake game.
He subconsciously wanted to retort in a joking tone, but he remembered that once this occult game really started, he could not disobey the king's order, otherwise there would be a very miserable end.
Count Puyver gritted his teeth, stood up and said:
"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor."
He left the living room, and while everyone was waiting quietly, he went up to a certain floor of the main building of the castle and took out five heavy gold bars from the safe.
To him, thirty thousand ferkin was not a big sum.
Seeing that Count Puyver actually presented himself with gold bars worth 30,000 ferkin, Lumian was filled with regret: If he had known that he would obey the order, he should have asked for more!
"The problem now is how to bring the gold back later. If you play a similar game normally, even if you accept 30,000 ferkin in person, you have to return it in private, otherwise you will severely offend Count Puig... Yes, how should I explain to Gardner Martin that I became a king, but nothing happened?" Lumian thought as he put the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides.
He turned to look home at Anoli:
"Your task is to give a kiss to someone present. The person is..."
When Anoli looked at those beautiful girls expectantly, Lumian pointed at the poet Elitte who had just smoked a big smoke: "He is our poet."
After a brief silence, one of the guests whistled, and others began to cheer.
Anoly stood up reluctantly and muttered:
"I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath. I can accept it if it's Maren..."
Even though he was so repulsed, he still obeyed the order and kissed Elitte gently on the lips.
Yi Laite didn't care and said with a "haha" smile:
"I can feel your stiffness, Anoli, cheer up and stop acting like a country boy who has never seen the world."
Lumian watched and listened expressionlessly, focusing most of his attention on the hovering crazy spirit.
Although it did not try to invade the body of anyone present, under its influence, everyone became a little restless and showed signs of emotional instability.
Anoli, who usually likes to joke and is happy to be made fun of, had a cold expression after hearing Yilet's teasing, as if he wanted to pick up the knife on the table and give it to the other person.
He finally resisted the urge.
Lumian suspected that as the game progressed, the participants would become more and more irritable, irritable, and bloodthirsty as long as the madness did not leave or dissipate.
At this moment, a sharp, frightening scream sounded from somewhere in the castle.
