Chapter 14 Convener (asking for double monthly votes)
Lumian's original plan was to go to the Mason Cafe before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, so as not to know where to escape after an accident during treatment tomorrow, but the matter of Baron Brignel delayed him.
For a long time, I had to go to Aosta Trier first, and then go to the botanical garden in the afternoon.
Aosta was still in the same place, next to the edge of the underground cemetery, leaning against a stone pillar, and lit a bonfire.
Hearing the footsteps coming slowly and slowly from far away, he, wearing a hooded black robe, raised his head and looked at the visitor.
His expression, which he thought would bring him a fortune, suddenly froze.
"You must have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place. Aren't you afraid that they will find you?"
Aosta said with a "hehe" smile: "Most of the time, it's not actually a lie. As a 'secret prayer', an extraordinary person in the true sense, I use my own spirituality to do divination for them. It can't be called a lie at all."
My divination results are much more accurate than most people in the Occult Club!
"Other times, it must be different people using different methods. If it is really exposed, you can use words to make up for it."
"How to make up for it?" Lumian smiled.
Aosta coughed: Lumian smiled thoughtfully and said, "On the matter of the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman, you promised too easily and too clearly."
Aosta's expression suddenly fell: "Yes, I was pushed too eagerly by Baron Brignel, and I wished I could get the money on the spot." But I believe this can't deceive you either, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
The cautious Lumian smiled and shook his head: "You really chose the wrong path."
Aosta did not dare to take up the topic and asked instead: Lumian smiled lowly and said: "My intuition told me so."
At the same time, he couldn't help but sneered. Aosta's eyes looked at Lumian with growing fear.
It became increasingly difficult for him to guess which path and sequence this dangerous guy belonged to. Not only did he seem to be able to fight, but he was also spiritually strong and had an intuition that was almost premonition-like.
Lumian felt the warmth brought by the campfire and chatted, "How did you join that occult party?"
Aosta showed a recalling expression: "Everyone comes to Trier with hope. Those painters dream of having their works selected by living artists' exhibitions, but most of them fail."
Or, every year some people can’t bear this kind of blow and go crazy or commit suicide.” More than ten years ago, I came to Trier from West Dilis Province with the desire to make a fortune.
I had a leaky attic, climbed over scaffolding, entered a factory, smuggled underground books, and worked as a soda vendor. Although I was lucky and saved some money, it became clearer to me every year that I would never become a soda hawker.
Rich people cannot own their own houses, have breakfast leisurely at home while reading newspapers, and wait until the time is almost up before going out to work.
"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Psychic" and "Utopia". Haha, maybe I still had the illusion that I could gain powerful supernatural power overnight and completely change my destiny, so I began to participate frequently.
Gatherings between like-minded people, well, the corresponding information will be published in those magazines.
"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in a club suddenly came to me and asked me if I wanted to attend a party involving truly extraordinary powers. I couldn't refuse, and you know what happened next."
Lumian listened very quietly and did not interrupt Aosta's story.
When the other party stopped, he asked: "That friend of yours is the convener of the party?"
"No." Aosta shook his head, "The convener calls himself 'Mr. K' and always wears a big hood, almost covering his entire face."
"Mr. K..." Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, what abilities has he shown?" Aosta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it.
"However, after I became a "Secret Prayer", when I met him again, I would have the feeling of facing the shadows and the darkness deep underground. I think he should be very strong." It sounds very strong, no.
I know who is more powerful compared to the curate and Madame Poialis...
Lumian muttered to himself silently and asked curiously, "Do you have any special feelings when you face me?"
"No, but you have a dangerous temperament that scares me more than Baron Brignelle."
"fine."
Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.
Lumian did not continue the topic, and instead asked if it felt a bit real... Lumian did not ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta: "I will come back to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."
"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be disadvantageous to him now, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at being able to send this dangerous guy away.
It is impossible for normal humans to get used to staying with tigers!
On the way back to the ground, Lumian passed by the entrance of the catacombs with a carbide lamp in his hand, and once again saw the arch carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols.
After glancing at the words "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!", Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate that separated the inside and outside.
At this moment, a figure turned out from behind the huge stone arch and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He was an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles.
His pale yellow eyes were slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lumian.
"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked like a foreigner who was ignorant and simple.
The old man looked him over and over: "You have to go up there to buy a ticket first, and then bring a white candle over."
"I have a friend who is buried there. Do I still need to buy a ticket to pay homage to him?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.
"You are not a college student in Memorial Hall, are you?" Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of lies to sneak into the tomb, sing, dance and hold banquets in the ossuary!
"Go in, remember to bring a lit white candle like those guys, this is my only request!"
Lumian used to worry that if he could go to college, his behavior style would be too different from that of his classmates. Now it seems that this is a completely unnecessary worry.
Those students are crazier than him!
"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll come back next time with a white candle."
The old man nodded happily.
Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired road towards the stairs leading to the ground.
More than a hundred meters later, he suddenly spotted a dark shadow from the corner of his eye.
The black figure hunched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.
At a glance, Lumian felt that it was not an entity but almost an illusion.
Subconsciously, Lumian raised the carbide lamp and cast the blue-yellow light over it.
The black shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Lumian quickly looked around and found nothing.
His chin then enlarged, and his expression became extremely solemn.
A few seconds later, Lumian laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight, and laughed so hard that he almost shed tears: "Haha, come on, come on! I want to see how you make me kill all my immediate family members, and how you make me die."