As time passed, Lumian felt that his body temperature was slowly passing away. Even if the sun was shining brightly outside the window of the public carriage, he could not stop such changes.
His thinking became less and less active, and the skin on the back of his hands became increasingly pale.
Finally, Lumian persisted and reached the market area.
When he jumped off the public carriage, his hands and feet seemed to become a little stiff.
As soon as he turned into White Coat Street, a gentleman who came towards him was suddenly startled and let out a low voice, with fear in his eyes.
Lumian subconsciously looked to the side and looked at himself reflected in the glass window of the cafe.
Her blond and black hair seemed to have not been washed for many days, her face was so pale that it turned blue, there were purple-red patches and traces of decay on her neck, and her eyes were cold and hollow, like a corpse that had been dead for many days.
Lumian smiled at the gentleman and said:
"How about it? Is it true that I'm pretending to be a living corpse?"
He heard his voice approaching the coldness of "Hela".
The gentleman cursed silently and walked around the guy who looked like he was going to a masquerade party.
Lumian understood that the pollution on his body was becoming more and more serious, so he quickened his pace and ran into the safe house that he had not yet checked out of the rental with an uncoordinated posture.
He quickly set up the altar, spread out the paper, and wrote a short letter to Ms. "Magician":
"I completed the commission from Ms. Justice and got the spring water from the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring', but I was also polluted and it became more and more serious. How should I clean it up?"
After neatly folding the letter paper, Lumian summoned Ms. "Magician"'s messenger.
The "doll" messenger appeared above the blue candlelight, looked at Lumian, and nodded approvingly:
"I like your current temperament very much, except that your hair is too greasy."
Do you have the temperament of someone who is about to die? Lumian's urge to mutter is much less than before.
After watching the "doll" messenger leave, he set a waiting limit of fifteen minutes for himself. After this time, if Ms. "Magician" had not replied, he would have to find another way to solve the pollution on his body, such as holding a ceremony.
, pray directly to Mr. Fool.
Click, click, the pointer of the pocket watch "borrowed" from the Breeze Dance Hall beats normally according to a fixed rhythm, but Lumian had previously discovered that it was nearly ten minutes later than the normal time, as if it was getting closer to "Sarah".
"Fountain of Mary", beats slower and slower.
Suddenly, pieces of starlight flew out of the void and instantly condensed into a mysterious and dreamy door.
The door opened, and the "Magician" lady in a brown-yellow dress came out. Behind the door was deep darkness, dotted with stars.
The Major Arcana card holder of the "Tarot Club" glanced at Lumian, nodded slightly and said:
"Pray to Mr. Fool for angelic purification."
Do I still have to pray to Mr. Fool? Lumian didn’t ask any further questions and just started the ceremony on the altar that had been arranged.
After lighting the candles in the correct order, dripping in the pure dew, and burning the herbs, he took a step back, looked at the candle flames, and recited in a deep voice:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck...
"I pray to you;"
"I pray that you will purify the pollution from my body..."
When the ceremony was completed, Lumian once again saw the angel with condensed light, once again covered in layers by twelve pairs of wings of light.
With only light remaining in his eyes, he felt the coldness evaporating from his body, and his body temperature quickly recovered.
Not long after, the angel returned. Lumian looked at the full-length mirror in the room and found that his face, hair, and eyes had completely recovered, and the purple-red corpse spots had completely disappeared. Only a few traces of decay remained, but there was no
There are signs of deterioration and it seems to take time to heal.
Lumian sincerely thanked Mr. Fool and ended the ceremony.
He was about to turn to Ms. "Magician" when he suddenly remembered something and quickly raised his right hand and looked at the palm of his hand.
The wounds corroded by the earth's blood ore are still there. Although they are not as bright red as when they first blended into the "rust", they are not dim either, just like a few scars have been dotted there with blood.
Feeling the faint madness and violence coming from his right palm, Lumian frowned in confusion and said: "Can't this be purified?"
Ms. "Magician" stared at his right palm for a few seconds and did not answer directly. Instead, she said: "Tell me the details."
She took the initiative to pull up a chair and sit down, without any intention of standing to communicate.
Lumian then sat on the chair in front of the wooden table, starting from Ms. Justice's commission and continuing to talking about how he and "Hela" each took a third of a bottle of spring water from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring"
.
Here, he focused on describing the crazy and terrifying giant figure and the strange power that pulled the opponent back. At the same time, he did not forget the appearance of Timonite and his various behaviors, as well as the "return" of the earth blood ore.
Ms. "Magician" listened quietly and laughed:
"It is too difficult for a real big shot to die completely. Even if there are no extraordinary characteristics, no body, no soul, there are still spiritual imprints, death marks, residual breath and other things. Once the conditions are met, you may be able to return to the world with the help of a suitable body.
to the real world.”
"Like the original Creator?" Lumian roughly understood what Ms. "Magician" wanted to express, and asked after careful consideration, "Who is that figure?"
Ms. "Magician" thought for a moment and said: "It should be the 'Blood Emperor' of the Fourth Age, Alistar Tudor."
“Blood Emperor”? One of the Four Emperors? Lumian had heard of this title and name from Gardner Martin.
The empire established by Alistair Tudor included today's Intis, and Trier, which sunk into the ground, was his capital.
According to Gardner Martin, this "Blood Emperor" is the real god and controls the "Hunter" path. In other words, he is the Sequence 0 "Red Priest"!
"Yes." Ms. "Magician" nodded, "The War of the Four Emperors is a war of gods in the true sense. Alistair Tudor fell in Trier in the Fourth Age, causing the capital of the empire to sink.
Underground, and He who was already crazy did many things. It is said that he almost let all the gods who participated in the war be buried with Him. To this day, there are still many remnants of that war underground in Trier. It can even be said that they are profound.
Earthly influences part of the history of the Fifth Age."
The Fifth Age is the era in which Lumian and others live, and is called the "Dark Iron Age".
Almost all the gods who participated in the war were buried with him? The "Blood Emperor" was really crazy... Lumian was curious when he heard:
"What exactly is the "War of the Four Emperors"?"
"I'm not sure either." Ms. "Magician" spread her hands, "I just heard a few words from two beings who have personally experienced the 'War of the Four Emperors'. In fact, they don't understand the whole picture. After all, they can't directly
Look at God, remember, don’t look directly at God, even if it’s just an incomplete mythical creature that the Sequence 4 Saint lost control of and turned into.”
Are there any beings who have personally experienced the "War of the Four Emperors" who are still alive today? They can participate in that divine war, at least they are angels...the two angels next to Mr. "Fool"'s throne? Well, it is mentioned in the Holy Scriptures
However, Mr. Fool's "Angel of Time" is an angel from the ancient era, and is he one of them? Lumian tried to make a guess based on the information he had.
He had heard Aurore mention the concept of mythical creatures and the corresponding issues, and he had no doubts about the sentence "Don't look directly at God."
Lumian asked enthusiastically:
"After the death of the Blood Emperor, was there still a spiritual brand, death mark or residual breath sealed in the spring of the Samaritan Woman's Fountain?"
"That should be the mark of death, but I think it is also mixed with spiritual marks, residual aura, and even some residual spirits that have been retained for some reason. Otherwise, it would be impossible for 'Blood Emperor' Alistair Tudor to be there.
The spring is still in a state of fighting with people, haha, fighting can be regarded as a characteristic of a 'hunter'." Ms. "Magician" said her speculation.
As she spoke, she put her hand into the void, and the front end disappeared from Lumian's eyes.
After groping for a while, the lady took out a glass of attractive light red wine.
"You, didn't your sister teach you? When you have guests, remember to ask them if they want tea or wine, or if they want snacks." Ms. "Magician" took a sip of the light red wine and shook her head.
At a time like this, how could I remember? Where did she get her wine from? Only then did Lumian realize that he had forgotten to ask the most important thing.
He accepted the instruction sincerely and asked other questions first: "Where did the strange power that dragged the 'Blood Emperor' back to the spring come from?"
"I don't know." Ms. "Magician" answered very simply, "Even the true god may not know. The only thing that is certain is that it has nothing to do with the 'War of the Four Emperors'."
Lumian suppressed the matter in his heart for the time being, raised his right hand and said: "What on earth are these traces? Can't even Mr. Fool purify them?"
"This is not considered pollution, how can it be purified?" Ms. "Magician" slowly took a sip of light red wine and said, "This is equivalent to a magical item embedded in your hand, which will bring some negative effects, and the negative effects are
It cannot be purified unless you remove the object itself."
"Mysterious item...what does it do and what are its hidden dangers?" Lumian did not expect to hear such an answer.
"It has no effect." Ms. "Magician" laughed, "I said equivalent, but it does not mean equal. Of course, it is not completely useless, but it can't make you stronger directly. Rumor has it that in the underground
In Trier of the Fourth Age, in other secret places, there are many treasures left by the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair Tudor. Only those with the blood of the Tudor family can open them. And now, you also
It’s ready to be opened.”
Is it equivalent to my palm having some Tudor blood and breath that does not involve extraordinary power? Lumian tried to extend his spirit to the bright red scars on his right palm.
As soon as the two came into contact, his whole body was suddenly enveloped in a crazy, violent, terrifying, and superior aura, and the entire room and even the entire apartment began to tremble uncontrollably.