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The flame of the orange-yellow candle that symbolized the object of prayer swayed, as if being blown by an invisible wind, other than that, it neither turned blue nor dyed other colors, usually, and There was no difference before.
Vaguely, Lumian felt a strange movement in his soul, as if he heard a call from afar, pointing directly at the spiritual body.
He was temporarily unable to respond, and continued to read the following incantation "I pray to you;" "I pray that you will give the potion of prophecy..." In this ritual magic, words such as "help to create" cannot be used, it must be " gift" or "gift".
Spewing out Hermes words one by one, Lumian's aura seemed to be shaken, causing waves of ripples, bringing a feeling of elevation and dizziness.
He took two steps forward, glanced at the water monster meat, lizard eyes, and scopolamine herb, picked up the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols, and put it on the orange candle that represented the object of prayer .
When the parchment was lit 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 soon permeated the "spiritual wall", and some hallucinations seemed to appear before Lumian's eyes.
"He saw all kinds of mysterious symbols originally painted on imitation parchment, they were prominent 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 Hermetic language: "Tulip, a herb that belongs to destiny, please pass on the power to my spell."
As Lumian uttered the last word, the ripples in his spirit overlapped together, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candle flame as long as he stretched out his palm. At the same time, there was a burning sensation in his chest, and there was a faint buzzing sound in his ears, and his head was dizzy as if someone lifted it up and shook it seventeen or eight times...
Following the guidance of spirituality, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed on the candle from the air.
His eyes then became dark, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the firelight.
The candle flame suddenly expanded, illuminating the entire altar brightly and illusory.
All kinds of "prophecy potion" materials put together "come to life", squirming and gathering together **** rolling, shadows flowing, that is evil.
Lumian worked hard to maintain a stable supply of spirituality, and saw those physical materials one after another blurred and turned into phantoms, and completed the reorganization in this way.
The dark red phantom stained with a little silver and black highlighted the reality, congealing ten inches of dark liquid.
The inside of this inch of liquid is constantly bursting with air bubbles, and when each air bubble explodes, a silver-black gleam shoots out; it swims like a snake.
Lumian stepped over, picked up a metal vial placed on the altar, unscrewed the cap, and put it to the dark bottom of the inch of liquid.
The liquid quickly shrank inward and flowed into the bottle, almost filling it up.
After putting away the bottle of "Prophecy Potion", Lumian adjusted his mental state.
While calming the ripples in his spirit, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.
If the thorns symbol hadn't been activated to a certain extent, raising my personality, I had failed just now and I couldn't respond at all...
I can complete at most two similar ritual magics in a row... Lumi'an's thoughts gradually settled down.
The five ritual magics have to be at least Sequence 7 in terms of the requirements for the object of prayer, and they must even be "deeded persons". Lumian, the "dervish monk" of Sequence 8, is purely using the personality talent of internal pollution Finish.
Correspondingly, his spirituality can't support too much.
After finishing the ceremony and packing up the altar, Lumian lifted the "spiritual wall", walked to the gray cloth bag, and dragged out the corpse inside.
He kindly moved the opponent's head back to its original position and opened his mouth.
In the light of the blue calcium 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 infiltrate along the throat for the first time, and remained there like real stagnant water.
Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind blowing through the hollow of the quarry became much colder, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp became more and more blue.
Almost at the same time, he heard the sound of grunting, and saw the corpse's throat squirm, swallowing all the "prophecy potion".
In the next second, the naked corpse sat up, and the surroundings were stained with abnormal darkness that was difficult to be illuminated by light. On his pale and haggard face, his eyes were opened, and the originally brown pupils had no color. Crystal clear.
Bene, where will it be in a month? "During this period of time, Lumian has specially considered three questions to ask.
There are four main rules for the question: first, it must be related to the future situation, and you cannot ask where XX is now or what he has done in the past; II is description: it must be precise enough, otherwise there will be situations where the answer is not what you asked, just like Ji Yao m.
The name Bene has a lot in other places in Intis, and there are a lot of duplicate names, and the origin is not limited to the village level. That corpse is likely to tell you the future fate of another Jiyaom Bene .
The third is that no matter what nationality the corpse is in front of, or whether he knows the corresponding language, he will answer the question in the language that describes the question.
Fourth, it is a question that can only contain one element that needs to be answered, and it cannot be asked in the way of "when and where".
The corpse's pale face was stained a little dark green, he opened his mouth, and said in the Intis language, "Trill Red Princess District."
This voice was illusory and erratic as if it came from another world, "It is completely different from the voice of the deceased. Can only narrow the range to the Red Princess area? Lumian frowned slightly.
He can actually understand "Because this is not a "prophecy potion" that is prayed for by those hidden existences, and the maker is essentially just a "dervish advocate", so the effect will naturally not be very good.
Where will Lund meet again? "He didn't mention Mrs. Puaris because he didn't know what his relationship with "Mrs. Ye" was, and he was worried that the position would be too high and the prophecy would fail.
The corpse stared forward with transparent eyes, and replied in that illusory voice again: "Market Avenue, Candide Market District, Trier."
Market Avenue? From this point of view, Louis: Lund didn't pass by by chance. Lumian thought happily.
Before, Lumian saw Mr. Eve enter the ground during this time period, so he wanted to reveal the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.
The corpse quickly replied, "The Old Pigeonhouse Theater in Candide Market, Trier."
Going to the Old Pigeon Cage Theater again, Lumian stuffed the body back into the cloth bag, intending to bury it deeper underground.
An off-white three-story building in the old theater, a bearded homeless man was blocked by the pilasters by two servants.
"I, I'm leaving now."
He said tremblingly. At this time, the man dressed as the butler came over with a surprised look on his face, "Master, is that you? Master!" "What?" The homeless man was very confused, and the butler was very excited, "Did you forget?
You are the master here, and we are all your servants. You suffered a head injury and forgot many things. One day you suddenly ran away from home. "After months, I finally found you!
You remember here you are back again! ""I'm not, I'm not...
"The tramp remembers his past very well.
But the housekeeper and two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all, they "surrounded" him and brought him into the building.
"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 long dress, and there was an indelible mature charm between her eyebrows and eyes.
Weeping with joy, she threw herself into the arms of the homeless man: "You're finally back, you're finally back!"
We decided to smell the milky sweetness of the perfume and feel the soft and concave body.
The homeless man tried to distinguish that he was not the other's husband. The words came to his lips and were swallowed back. He was taken to a bath in a daze, and was taken to the dining room, where he saw a sumptuous dinner under the crystal chandelier: a dozen Oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed with prunes, a suet pudding, a salad, and a bottle of Dancia Blanche. I am quite similar.
Is it really me? Can I remember everything I've been through with another person who looks like me?
The homeless man's hair was confused, and he was taken to the bedroom after eating and drinking. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady walked in in a silk nightgown. 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 to meet him.
The two hugged each other and fell "on the bed, full of passion. At this moment, the tramp 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 party a fake!
Lumian returned to the ground, walked into the "Golden Rooster Hotel" with the extinguished calcium carbide lamp.
Mr. Ferrs at the front desk stood up immediately when he saw him: "Charles, Mr. Charles, Baron Brinel asked you to find him in the Breeze Ballroom after dinner."
What can Baron Brinel want from me?
Lumian nodded.