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Therefore, Lumian planned to go underground after dawn and find a deep quarry cavity as a ceremony place.
As for the material, he used in the village of Kordu…
I brought all the used ones, and the night in the street is always not quiet enough. But Lumian slept soundly and hardly dreamed. In the early morning, he heard the church alarm bell ringing. He slowly got up and washed himself. She eats muffins and Ole coffee with plenty of milk for her breakfast.
Food always makes people happy, and the Golden Rooster Hotel is no longer controlled by the Stingers. Lumian's condition gradually adjusted to the best, so he returned to room 207. He planned to take the corresponding materials and calcium carbide lamps to the underground Trier. Lumian had just finished his preparations and before he could go out, he heard a gentle knock on the door.
He opened the door with some doubts, and found Anthony Reed in army green clothes and strapless leather boots standing outside.
This information dealer in his forties touched his short yellow hair and said to Lumian: I have gained something.
The curate, or Madame Pouaris and her staff?
Lumian turned sideways, and Anthony Reed entered the room.
Anthony looked around, and Lumian's figure was reflected in his dark brown eyes.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt the familiar slight uneasiness. He controlled himself not to think about it, and asked, "What gain?"
Anthony Reed nodded lightly and said, "Someone met someone suspected of being Louis Lund on Market Avenue.
Right on Market Avenue?
Lumian was suddenly excited.
How close are I to Louis Lund, and Mrs. Puares? sure? "
He asked quickly: Anthony Reed shook his head: "I'm not sure, I just came to tell you, let you know that I haven't forgotten about you, and when I'm sure, it's Louis Lund looking for you again I want the final payment."
My money can't wait to get out of me. "Lumian didn't hide his eagerness at all.
After sending Anthony and Rhett away, his belief in getting the gift of the mendicant monks became more firm.
The calcium carbide lamp with a bit of blue light pushed away the surrounding darkness, allowing the streets between the dry stone pillars to appear in front of Lumian's eyes.
The slightly cold wind blows from nowhere, and there are faint traces of moisture on the stone wall above the capital.
Lumian walked through the king's tunnels corresponding to the streets and alleys on the ground, and found the entrance to a deeper place.
Relying on the hunter's ability to remember the environment, he kept going downwards, and finally arrived at a quarry cavity that was the size of two or three "Golden Rooster Hotels".
There are white mushrooms growing in the crevices of the stones here, which are sparse and not many in number.
Trier mushrooms have become synonymous with this type of plant, but the mushrooms here seem to be naturally occurring.
Lumian circled around the hole and carefully checked it. 1 After confirming that there was no problem, he found a half-meter-high stone and placed the musk candle fused with his own blood on it, while the other one was placed closer to him.
After cleaning up the environment, Lumian lit the two off-white candles in a way of rubbing spirituality according to the order of first going up, then down, and then people.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the ritual silver and sanctified it quickly, creating a "spiritual wall".
Unlike praying for the power of the "dancer" last time, after Lumian completed these things, his spirituality was still abundant and he easily entered the state of being more ethereal and able to perform rituals.
Without the help of the incense ball, he exhaled slowly, picked up the gray amber perfume on the altar, and dripped it into the candle that second represents the god.
In the sizzling sound, the elegant and sweet fragrance came into his nose, making him calmer. Gray amber perfume followed by tulip powder, until the strange fragrance disappeared.
Strolling inside the "spiritual wall", Lumian took two steps back, looked at the burning candle, and shouted in a low-pitched noise and ancient Hermetic language: "O power of fate!" , the orange candle representing the gods was blown wobbly, leaving only a small one, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
In the dimmed light, Lumian's left chest became hot, and his head felt dizzy.
Lumian continued to chant the follow-up mantra in ancient Hermetic language: "You are the past, the present, and the future." You are the cause, the result, and the process.
Inside the wall of spirituality, the invisible wind was all dyed black, and a faint gray mist filled the surroundings.
Those stones, those bottles, seemed to become flexible objects and twisted one after another.
Silently, the Sihuo representing the gods expanded, those: the size of a fist, silvery white with black.
On the surface of Lumian's skin, above the stones, grain after grain popped out. Si squirmed and stretched, and might get out at any time.
His ears were completely filled by the horrible sound, and he could no longer detect other movements.
His head was so dizzy that he was about to vomit.
His thoughts diverged from time to time and became chaotic at times, and he barely finished reciting the follow-up mantra.
As soon as Lumian finished speaking, the silver-white and black candle flame instantly condensed into a beam of light, which fell on his left chest, and quickly flowed out a lot of silver-black illusory liquid, which had its own life and will.
Lumian's body wrapped up.
Lumian was already prepared. In the uncontrollable irritability, he waited for needle-like pain all over his body, saw the clear babbling when he saw his head sawed, and waited for the burning sensation erupting from his body.
He fell down, curled up his body, and entered into a state of bitter patience familiarly.
The only thing he can do is to survive in this stormy sea "black".
The boat that represents his own reason, during this process, he wanted to let go of himself several times and let the evil thoughts in his heart take the lead, and become one with the pain, so that he would no longer suffer from such torture.
But that elegant and sweet scent lingered in his nose all the time, making his violence and irritability surge up and recede again and again.
In the end, Lumian even felt that his body and brain no longer existed, only a little bit of rational spirituality was ups and downs.
The pain began to subside, the babbling gradually subsided, and he knew he survived.
Lumi lay quietly on the ground in the cold water, unwilling to move for a long time. After dozens of seconds, he managed to regain some energy and ended it quickly.
Ceremony, clean up the altar." In order to avoid any accidents, after dealing with these things, Lumian sat down on the stone that was used as the altar just now. After carefully examining his own changes, he said silently: My ability to tolerate all kinds of extreme environments has become a little bit stronger, hehe...
The advantage is that you don't need to buy winter and summer clothes? "Besides this, Lumian also found himself having another intuition.
That is the intuition of fate!
Now he can roughly sense what kind of luck others have recently.
For example, good luck, bad luck, **** disaster, peach blossom luck, etc., but I can't see the specific situation. "Lumian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
He felt that he could completely replace Austa Trull in divination for others.
Although he doesn't understand divination at all, if he can read a rough fortune, isn't he allowed to make up the corresponding words?
In addition, Lumian has a lot of sacrificial knowledge and five ritual magic in his mind.
The former makes up for many of his deficiencies in the occult field...the latter enhances his occult means.
The five ceremonial magics are divided into "the technique of creating animal memory, the technique of prophecy, the technique of transshipment, the technique of replacement, the technique of "exorcism", and the technique of animal creation". Wait for the animal fur to turn the target in the altar into the corresponding animal.
This can also be used on yourself, as long as you master it, set in advance "The technique of prophecy is completely different from what Lumian imagined. Its whole process is to collect materials such as snake poison sacs, eagles: stones in the nest, and use the ritual Magic creates a strange potion, and then finds a corpse that has been dead for less than seven days and has not been burned to ashes or purified, and pours the potion into his mouth. Thirty seconds: Aftermath, this corpse Will be revived briefly.
Answer the caster's three questions about the future. 10 The art of transshipment "is to use ritual magic to create an item related to one's own luck", and then send that item out, open it with the help of others, eat and step on the wearing of the item, and move the transshipment "to him, Realize your own transfer.
"Substitution technique" is more complicated. Lumian suspects that this is a reflection of the low-level ability of the life hunter, just like he must first find a homeless person to escape the threat of Suzanne Matisse. Live for a while in the name of the Shire.
During the period, they had to live in room 207, use the money from the Lumi Security Department, and get the approval of Charlie and other acquaintances to establish a sufficient department of occult studies. Then hold a ceremony to complete the replacement, and wait until the ceremony is over, and Suzanne Matisse's revenge after that is the vagabond, not Lumian.
Of course, using the substitution technique at the 80th level of the sequence, Lumian is not sure if he can hide it. He is close to the demigod Susanna, Matisse, and he even suspects that the ritual magic will directly fail.