The sudden change and the crazy aura that affected him to a certain extent made Lumian instinctively withdraw the spirit that extended to the scar on his right palm.
The mutation stopped and everything returned to normal.
Lumian looked around, worried that the aura just now would attract unnecessary attention.
At this time, the room was unusually quiet, and the surroundings seemed slightly dim, as if a layer of soundproof dark glass had been installed.
Lumian felt relieved and turned his attention to Ms. Magician again: "What's going on?"
"The traces carry the aura of Alistair Tudor, but it has no actual effect. It cannot scare others and make them surrender." Ms. "Magician" held a cup filled with light red wine and said with a smile, "Cooperate with Nisse's
Face', you can go to Lao Ge Cong to star in 'Blood Emperor'."
Can it only be used for performances, or to scare people on certain occasions? Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "What negative impact will these marks have on me?"
Ms. "Magician" laughed: "A bit crazier, more violent and more impulsive, but you are not that bad either."
What she means is that there are a lot of similar negative influences on you, and as long as they don't exceed the limit, there won't be any problems. In other words, you've already gotten used to it and it won't get worse.
"That's okay." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
Ms. "Magician" took a sip of light red wine and specifically reminded:
"You now mainly rely on your own perseverance and the endurance of the 'mendicant monk' to suppress those negative influences and maintain a normal state. However, it is necessary to vent when the time is right. This is like a reservoir. You can't always store water. You have to find it.
Let go of some opportunities, otherwise if they accumulate day by day, they will either break down the dam or overflow the reservoir area, leaving psychological problems."
Also, the subsequent upgrade of "Mendicant Monk" to "Ascetic Monk" not only emphasizes patience and savings, but also includes the content of explosion... Lumian understood what Ms. "Magician" said.
At the same time, he thought of something:
After joining the "Iron-Blooded Cross", he will inevitably explore the underground Trier. Although he has the aura of the "Blood Emperor" to enter specific places and open certain treasures, will it also trigger more...
Abnormal, encounter more dangers?
Lumian expressed his concerns, and Ms. "Magician" nodded gently and said: "This is a completely foreseeable development.
"Like, uh, that saying goes, it's both a gift and a curse."
"If you don't want to take such a risk, wait two or three days and pray to Mr. Fool again and ask him to help you remove the aura of Alistair Tudor. Remember, you must state that it is from a high-ranking person in the 'Hunter' path.
Breath, to avoid misunderstandings, and remove unnecessary things during 'removal surgery'."
"Can't it be cleared by resetting the status at six o'clock every day?" Lumian asked habitually.
Ms. "Magician" shook her head: "The aura of this kind of person cannot be reset."
Lumian was lost in thought, hesitating whether to keep the blood aura of Alistair Tudor or use a ritual to remove it.
Thinking that going underground and searching for the Trier of the Fourth Age would be a mission assigned by the "Iron Cross", and that the probability of triggering an abnormality was high, he felt cruel and decided to leave a bright red scar on his right palm.
Unlike other members of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" who were not contaminated by the building at No. 13 Market Avenue, only Alistair Tudor's blood aura could allow him to obtain the "poisoned people underground"
"Treatment", so that others would be fine, but he suddenly lost his head.
As for the possible crises, he was not worried, but he could only choose the one with less harm.
Anyway, it is not his task to find the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Age. There must be many members of the "Iron Cross" to cooperate, and maybe Gardner Martin will lead the team. If the sky falls, everyone will
Carry it together!
Seeing that Lumian seemed to have made up his mind, Ms. "Magician" didn't say anything more and quietly sipped the light red wine.
Lumian turned to ask about another thing:
"What exactly do the archipelago liar Monit, or those people at the 'Different' dance hall, want to do? Is their purpose to hope that I can obtain the blood and aura of Alistair Tudor and open a certain treasure in the future?
But why not get it yourself? They have already stolen the Earth Blood Ore, and they can obviously enter the area of the 'Fountain of the Samaritan Woman'."
"Maybe it's too dangerous and I don't want to try it myself. If you fail, welcome the return of the remnant spirit of the 'Blood Emperor'. If you succeed, you will find the treasure." Ms. "Magician" said with a smile.
"Welcome the return of the remnant spirit of the 'Blood Emperor'?" Lumian expressed doubts about this statement, "I felt at the time that as long as I came into contact with the pale spring water, I would die immediately, completely die, and I should not be able to be resurrected as the 'Blood Emperor'
carrier."
Ms. "Magician" thought for a moment and said:
"Normally this should be the case, but since you are a 'Hunter', you also have the seal of Mr. Fool and the angel of the Fate Realm. Once you are dragged into the spring and merged with the remnant spirit of the 'Blood Emperor', it may trigger a war.
The unpredictable explosion allowed Alistair Tudor's figure to take the opportunity to escape from its restraints, and death itself was no longer imprisoned."
Lumian thought about the words of Ms. "Magician" and felt that the more he thought about it, the more questions he had about it and the more frightening he felt.
Ms. “Magician” gently shook her wine glass:
"What I just said is just my speculation. The true purpose of those in the 'Different' dance hall has yet to be confirmed. It may even be just a prank that will endanger your life to interfere with our judgment of other things.
"In short, you must be more vigilant. You must not feel that the other party has achieved his goal. You can relax."
Lumian said "Yeah", indicating that he would definitely not be careless.
In fact, even if Ms. "Magician" didn't mention it, he would still be on guard against the archipelago liar who always appeared underground at critical moments.
This guy almost gave him a psychological shadow.
"Should we report the anomalies in the 'Different' Dance Hall to the two major churches?" Lumian asked tentatively.
Ms. "Magician" said with a slightly weird expression:
"I have been observing that dance hall for a while and found that most people who wear monocles in their right eyes are normal. Only a few have problems, and the few with problems are not fixed. Today it is this, tomorrow it will be that, it is difficult to
locking.
“Furthermore, no one knows whether He is among those who don’t wear a monocle in their right eye. To completely eliminate it, we may have to arrest all the people on that street and those who have been to the dance hall, or destroy or purify it.
"But this doesn't really solve Him, it will only push Him into darkness.
"Mr. Fool's 'Time Angel' is watching this matter, hoping to find some of his most important clones so that he can be beaten and let him settle down for a while."
Lumian was extremely confused and asked doubtfully: "Why is there Him?"
Ms. "Magician" said that those anomalies were the same person.
Ms. "Magician" thought for a few seconds and said:
"He has contacted you several times, and it is necessary for you to understand Him to a certain extent.
"He is Amon, a great nobleman of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age, and the child of the ancient sun god who ruled the entire world in the Third Age."
"He is Amon?" Lumian remembered that Monit, the liar from the Islands, crawled out of the tomb of a member of the Amon family.
The person behind him turned out to be an angel from the ancient times!
No wonder we know so much about Quaternary burial chambers!
Ms. "Magician" nodded:
"He was once the king of angels and ascended the throne of the gods, but was defeated by Mr. Fool and is now an ordinary angel.
"He belongs to the 'thief' path. The high-ranking people in this path have a special ability called 'parasitism', which means to separate a part of themselves and 'parasitize' them in other people's bodies. This has a shallow level."
Parasitism' and deep-level 'parasitism', the latter can make the host become a clone.
"The higher the sequence, the more objects that can be 'parasitized'."
Lumian was shocked and frightened when he heard this, and blurted out: "Monit, the liar of the Islands, was 'parasitized' by Amon? Is it equivalent to a clone of him?"
This turned out to be a real big shot who could fight Mr. Fool!
Ms. "Magician" recognized Lumian's guess.
"Yes, every member of the Amon family in the Fourth Age is Amon. Those who have abnormalities in the 'Different' dance hall are also Amon. Those who have not yet developed abnormalities are potential Amon, or Amon.
of potential believers.”
Lumian was speechless.
He felt that it was quite appropriate for him to describe those who wore monocles in their right eyes as bed bugs in the Golden Rooster Hotel and cockroaches in the garbage dump.
It’s so similar!
And Monette had been crawling out of his own grave.
"How many clones does he have?" After a moment, Lumian asked.
Ms. "Magician" shook her head and replied:
"Since the Fourth Age, He has been hunting the Beyonders of the 'Stealer' path for a long time, and has collected many characteristics. No one knows how many clones there are. What you need to remember is one sentence, when you meet a
When Amon comes, there are already many Amon lurking around, they may be rats, bed bugs, or even smaller creatures.”
"Wouldn't this be very suitable for monitoring others?" Lumian's hair almost stood up when he heard this.
He probably understood why Amon knew that he had the Earth Blood Ore and why he could control his own movements. He also understood why he always felt that something was wrong when he prayed for the gift last time and that someone was watching him everywhere.
"What is the approximate sequence of Amon's clones?" Lumian asked with a little fear, remembering that he wanted to kill Monit in the fourth level of the tomb.
Ms. "Magician" drank the remaining light red wine and threw the cup back into the void in front of her:
"He has a way to make his clones very weak, but his personality is always an angel. You can't underestimate his clones because of this. Well, in special scenes similar to the third floor of the tomb and below, it can be determined and treated according to the specific situation.
"
Lumian rubbed his forehead with a headache, feeling that without knowing Amon's purpose, every time he entered the depths of Trier underground, he was taking a risk.
He changed the subject: "What is the purpose of the water from the Fountain of the Samaritan Woman?"