www.mtlnovel.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Lord of the Mysteries 2 Ring of Fate!
The lunatic was still wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, and he seemed to have no intention of changing clothes at all.
Hearing Lumian's words, he raised his head, revealing a face covered by a black beard.
He didn't seem to remember Lumian anymore, his blue eyes were blank and slightly chaotic.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" He grabbed his shoulder-length mess of black hair and shouted again in panic.
Lumian walked over, pulled out "Fallen Mercury" with his left palm wearing a black glove, and pierced the lunatic's shoulder with a bang.
The dirty linen shirt was torn open immediately, the wound was not deep but bright red blood still overflowed.
The lunatic was completely stunned, as if the final judgment had finally arrived after waiting for a long time.
After a few seconds, he plopped down, put his hands on the ground, and quickly moved back, trying to distance himself from Lumian.
During this process, he kept yelling in terror, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The tenants living in the surrounding rooms heard the movement, but no one came to take a look, because the lunatic was yelling every day that he was dying, so don't kill him.
The silver-black evil dagger had been detached from the madman's shoulder, and Lumian was still staring at the illusory mercury-colored river.
He saw the other party's happy first half of life and the strange death of relatives one after another, as if he could feel the feeling of a complete mental breakdown under a huge blow.
Sometimes, Lumian also hopes that he can completely collapse like this lunatic, no longer have any reason, and follow the instinct in his heart to do things that normal people would not do until he dies. But he still has hope, even if that hope is extremely small, almost illusory, it is still hope, he is not willing to give up, he wants to pursue it.
Therefore, he is often impulsive and wants to destroy himself, but he is always restrained by the reason and reason brought about by that little hope, and he does not really ignore the consequences, which is extremely contradictory.
Because he knew exactly which fate he wanted to exchange and the approximate date, Lumian quickly found the fate of the lunatic who met the ghost of Montsouris at the bottom of the market area, pried it up with the tip of a knife, and turned it into a Mercury droplets, and the gulping drink that originally belonged to "Black Scorpion" Roger entered the madman's body.
Lumian ignored the lunatic's horrified screams, squatted in front of the opponent, wiped the blade of "Fallen Mercury" with his clothes, and initially helped him stop the bleeding.
Then, Lumian took the only chair and sat down, waiting for the fateful exchange to be completed.
"I'm dying, I'm dying! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Amidst the lunatic's shouts, time passed by, and finally, "Fallen Mercury" trembled slightly.
The lunatic's low cries stopped abruptly, he stood up abruptly, his eyes regained his clarity, and he muttered to himself: "I have to go to drink, I have to go to drink..."
Lumian smiled, stood up and said, "Ask me, as a reward for helping you get rid of the ghost of Montsouris."
Of course, the real reward is the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsouris". As long as it is well designed and the target is not on guard accordingly, it will be a weapon of assassination.
The lunatic froze for a second and said, "Get rid of it?"
"You don't have to believe it." Lumian turned and walked towards the dark corridor without wall lights. Driven by a strong desire to drink, the lunatic followed subconsciously.
On the way to the basement bar, he kept looking around and found that it was indeed different from usual.
The feeling that something was watching him in the darkness was gone.
With great doubts, the lunatic sat at the bar counter in a daze, and ordered two glasses of oat beer, one for Lumian, and one for himself, mouth full of white foam. Since he would occasionally be sober and come here to drink, no one thought it was a problem.
Satisfied with that longing to gulp, the lunatic looked at Lumián and asked again, "Did I really get rid of the Montsouris ghost? How did you do it?"
"I killed the Montsouris ghost, but I'm not sure if it will come back to life." Lumian replied solemnly, "Of course, if the people who encountered it before
If I am not dead, I will not be entangled again. You should remember that I told you last time that I also encountered the ghost of Montsouris. You see, I am still alive and well. "
"Really?" The lunatic couldn't believe that the handsome young man could kill the Montsouris ghost. None of the people in the church did it!
Lumian smiled: "Liar, I just found a spell to keep Montsouris' ghost from haunting me, but I need the blood of the haunted as a medium."
The lunatic suddenly realized: "No wonder you want to give me a knife."
"How do you call it?" Lumian interrupted the lunatic's words.
"You can just call me Flemish." The lunatic also asked Lumian, "What about you?"
"Char." Lumian gulped down his oat beer.
When there was only a shallow layer of beer in the glass, the lunatic Flamand was already a little drunk, and he pulled Lumian and said, "You know what? I was originally a university lecturer, and I was also in charge of some students' work. Be safe." Many of those students were bold and reckless, they dared to do anything, they wanted to try everything, and if we stopped them, they would shout freedom, freedom.
"They will even hold graduation **** in the catacombs, burn the bones of unknown corpses to warm their asses, believe in nothing, fear nothing, of course, I was the same way back then."
Flemish talked about the first half of his life, sometimes proud, sometimes happy, sometimes denouncing the current disadvantages, and sometimes reminiscing about the good.
"Did you go to Trier underground to prevent some students from taking risks?" Lumian asked casually while drinking beer.
Flameng shook his head: "No, I study minerals. The distribution of underground rock formations in Trier is very characteristic and worth studying. We also established a mineralogy and disease research center in the catacombs together with people from the medical school. The Museum of Science." I came out of the museum and went around the market area, and when I was going to go home from here, I encountered the ghost of Montsouris.
"My Sandrine...my Bastian..."
Flamand raised his hands and pressed his head, his voice became extremely painful. Seeing this, Lumian changed the topic: "The underground rock formations in Trier are very characteristic?"
"Yes." Flemish replied instinctively at first, and then recovered his emotions and began to talk endlessly.
"We also gave those rock formations poetic names, from top to bottom they are flowers, sheep, sedges."
In this way, Lumian and Flemish chatted until the early hours of the morning. The latter was excited, and his face covered with black beard seemed to be a little rosier.
He didn't lose his mind anymore, and after making sure that there was nothing watching him in the dark, he became a normal person again.
Saying goodbye to the drunken Flemish, Lumian looked away with a slight smile, walked into room 207, and began to write a letter to Ms. "Magician".
He first mentioned that he was influenced by Termiporos and almost transferred to Charlie and killed "Black Scorpion" Roger and other subordinates of "Ms. Moon". Then said that the "provocateur" potion was completely digested by the latter. I would like to know, ma'am, if you have the "Pyromancer" potion formula and Extraordinary characteristics, and what price you need to pay in exchange.
Not long after Lumian cleaned up the environment and summoned the puppet messenger to take the letter, Ms. "Magician" wrote back: "Yes, you have really realized the effect that guy with a long name can have on you , Try to do something, keep this kind of vigilance." According to your description, that Ms. Yue should have a Sequence 3, and being able to really provoke such a demigod can really help you quickly digest the potion.
"If I remember correctly, you will attend Mr. K's party tomorrow night and tell him that you can believe in that existence, which means that you will truly become one of them, and you will complete the first phase of the task I gave you , when the time comes, I will give you the Pyromancer’s potion formula for free as a reward.” The Pyromancer’s extraordinary characteristics are still with me, but you need to follow the principle of equivalent exchange.
"In Intis, the two main ingredients of the Pyromancer's Potion cost more than 18,000 Filkin, and in many cases even exceed 20,000, but the price of the corresponding Extraordinary characteristic is generally 35,000 Filkin
about. "This shows what? It shows that many people in Intis have become arsonists, but many arsonists died.
"As the holder of the Minor Arcana card, I will give you a big discount, that Extraordinary characteristic only costs 30,000 Felkin.
"Good luck."
Huh, 30,000 Felkins... Lumian let out a sigh of relief, thinking that this is not an unattainable amount.
He himself has more than 4,000 Felkin deposits, and the evil sickle called "Harvest Festival" can still be sold for a good price. At that time, borrow some more from Franka and embezzle some cash from the Breeze Ballroom, it shouldn't be too far away from 30,000 Felkin.
As for "Ms. Moon", just as Lumian guessed, she has changed from "Madame" to a lady who gave birth to gods, definitely more than Sequence 4.
Fortunately, in the previous battle, we always acted like we were about to lose, so we didn't let "Black Scorpion" Roger seek help. Lumian burned Ms. "Magician"'s stationery, washed up a bit, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
At six o'clock in the morning, he had just washed up and changed into a white shirt, black vest, brown trousers and leather boots without laces when he heard someone coming down from the third floor. It was Ruhr and Michelle, who were ragged and smelt of rubbish. Ruhr looked at Lumian at the door of Room 207, and shouted in panic and fear: "Charles, Mr. Charles! That lunatic is dead!"
The madman is dead? Flemish is dead? Lumian was taken aback for a moment, then rushed past Ruhr and Michelle and his wife to the third floor.
The door of room 310 was open, and Lumian saw Flemish hanging on the window at a glance.
He was facing the door, and his beard had been shaved clean, revealing a gentle and thin face.
At this moment, he was no longer breathing, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were slightly protruding, his mouth was wide open, his body was bathed in the clear morning light from the window, and he was quietly hanging in a belt tied to the window frame.
Below him, on the wooden table, were placed a kerosene lamp that was about to be extinguished, a few large books, and a piece of white paper pressed by a pen, which seemed to have something written on it.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds, walked over slowly, and checked the blank paper. It wrote in Intis script with mellow handwriting: "When I was crazy, I still had the desire to survive." After I woke up, I couldn't find the meaning of life.
"Please bury me in the "Tomb Lamp Basement" of the Catacombs." Lumian raised his head and looked at the pair of slightly protruding blue eyes, as if he was looking at the dead Flemish.
He just watched quietly like this, as if frozen there, without moving for a long time.