Although Franka spoke in Intis language, Lumian was still confused and had no idea what it meant or what she expressed.
He looked around and saw that the area around the burned-out building was still quiet and there was nothing unusual, so he said, "Can you explain it?"
Franka thought about it for a few seconds and said:
"'Emperor' is roughly equal to 'Emperor' and 'Taoist', well, you should think of yourself as a powerful extraordinary person.
"The whole sentence probably means that the emperor with the title of "Blood" destroyed the hell and brought turmoil, and the Taoist priest with the title of "underworld", uh, a powerful extraordinary person, gave up his life and entered a certain
The purpose of the river should be to seal the emperor."
The emperor with the title of "Blood"... Lumian was shocked: "'Blood Emperor'?"
He suddenly recalled the scenes he saw at the "Fountain of the Samaritan Woman":
The vague figure of the "Blood Emperor" burned with invisible flames, and the armor was stained with blood and broken; the dark water flow repeated the process of shrinking back into the spring and rushing out; such water flow combined with the surrounding light mist, turning into pale spring water
; The afterimage of Alistar Tudor was pulled back to the depths of the spring by a strange force at the last moment, and there seemed to be a fierce battle between the two sides...
"Do you believe that apart from the "War of the Seven Emperors", the "Blood Emperor" has completely died, relying on some ordinary reasons to retain part of the remnant soul, and in this divine war, your world and his hometown are
A channel was opened in this world, allowing a certain mysterious river from his hometown to seep through, and was sealed by Mr. Fool, creating the "Salumian Woman's Fountain".
It’s the same as before, although you still used “lie” to look like you have white hair and brown eyes, but your clothes are more everyday, wearing a shirt and trousers with boots.
Aosta was stunned for a moment, raised his left hand with dark eyes, and clicked seven times on the back of his chest in the order of bottom, top, right, and left. "I'm going to leave Teweier soon. Is there any problem?"
"Did he go with the Hela man?" Franka muttered before urging Aosta to answer, and listened to me continue to describe.
Franka's expression stiffened for a few seconds and she said:
I arrived in silence at the white spherical statue made of skulls in the Breeze Ballroom, and sighed heavily. Aosta smiled:
As I slowly approached the Breeze Ballroom, I saw a strange figure. Tatudou responded with the same gesture and smiled even more cordially.
Aosta lit the letter and left Nightingale Street, walking towards the market lane.
"I suspect that the "blood emperor" you are talking about is the afterimage of "blood emperor" Alistair Tudor." Guo Chengqi Trull said with a slight smile:
"It was broken and sealed by the "underworld people", so it is necessary to collect gold to rebuild the golden body and escape from imprisonment?" "Hela" man said that if you touch this pale spring water, you will die." Aosta
He reminded me "badly".
"This river should be closely related to death, the underworld and other realms. The afterimage of the "Blood Emperor" in the state of death was swept away, going back and forth between his hometown and the "Salumian Woman's Fountain", and even the special seventh era.
Between Weyl.
Tatudo Trull replied with a rather magnetic voice:
"After you discovered that Aurore is a "wizard", supernatural powers and demons and ghosts also exist." "Then you and the "Hela" man must go and get the "Salumian Woman's Spring".
rise......"
"You ask."
"It is a shadow that was created before death, and some of its abilities are obviously in the realm of death... It has not yet gotten rid of the urge to break free... Combining those points, do you think it was controlled by this person?
"Underworld Man" sealed a ghost-like creature. If you ask where it comes from, you will inevitably bypass the current state of "Underworld Man", so the answer just now is gone."
Guo Chengqi went to the "Salumian Women's Spring" with a "Hela" man. It was more reasonable for the companion pretending to be a "Muggle" to ask about the relevant situation. There was no reason or thought, and it was completely logical.
It is a pity that this orange-red haired "devil man" did not show up all afternoon, but no two male customers took the same opportunity to have sex with his wife Guo Cheng
"Aurore attacked me."
These words echoed in Lumian's ears, like a dam suddenly collapsing, and the bursting flood surged into his mind, washing out all the bloody cracks originally buried under the mud.
Pale, painful, and bone-chilling, Lumian saw that scene again: he saw the parish priest Guillaume Benet surrounded by a large number of undead in linen clothes in the wilderness.
I saw Mrs. Pualis flying in mid-air with her wings spread.
I saw the blond figure reflected in her eyes, that was Aurore.
Lumian also saw the walls on the third floor of the castle covered with blue and white transparent faces.
Saw Louis Lund giving birth.
Saw Sybil Berry reborn in the body of a maid.
I saw Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry, Poncebenet and this group of fate believers fighting against the midwife, administrator Beoste and others.
And all these images come from his own sight, from the fist-sized bubbles floating in mid-air.
"Blank paper..."
"Blank paper" Lumian's expression became distorted, and he leaned back in pain. The blood vessels on his body surface protruded one by one, and they were densely packed.
At the same time, the words left by the psychiatrist Susie flashed through his mind: "Always remember not to be overly emotional. If you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down your mood and ease your state."
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When did it become like that?
Mrs. Pualis shook her head, suppressed the rest of her emotions, and said funny: "You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, but I am not. Sometimes I am jealous of you, and sometimes I feel
You're not wrong, but why should we stick to the rules of vulgar society instead of letting ourselves go and enjoying the joy of life?"
Lumian didn't seem to hear what Mrs. Pualis was saying. He still buried his body, pressed his head, looked at the floor in the carriage and asked to himself: "Who, who made her believe in fate?
"
"Maybe only she knows the answer, but it's a pity." Mrs. Pualis sighed again.
Lumian fell silent and took deep breaths.
Once, twice, three times, I don’t know how long it took, he finally straightened his back, put down his hands, and looked at Mrs. Pualis: "Have you ever seen an elf that looks like a lizard in the village?"
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head.
The transparent "lizard" in my dream is just a symbol, representing belief in fate, or does it also exist in reality, but it is just hidden very deep? Lumian kept thinking, as if this was the only way to avoid touching the thoughts embedded in his heart.
The sharp knives inside.
He raised a new question: "Have you ever heard of the legend of the wizard? The one that requires nine oxen to pull a coffin."
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head again.
Lumian asked one question after another. In the end, he no longer knew what he was asking, and he didn't know whether Mrs. Pualis had answered. Even the other person's face became vague and inadequate in his impression.
It's so clear, as if it's dozens or hundreds of meters away.
At some point, the four-wheeled carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the roadside in a daze, walking forward aimlessly, without stopping.
When, when, when.
The church bell rang and the time came to midnight.
Lumian suddenly regained consciousness and found himself back outside the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He instinctively went up the steps and prepared to open the door, but after being stunned for a few seconds, he retreated to the street again. He shuffled towards the end of the chaotic street like a wandering soul.
He walked all the way to Market Avenue, and the sky was gloomy all night. Finally, dark clouds gathered, and neither the red moon nor the stars could be seen.
Lumian came to the door of the Breeze Dance Hall and heard the drums beating fiercely and the people inside, making it extremely lively.
As if he couldn't bear this kind of environment, he suddenly turned around, staggered to the roadside, found a shadow far away from the nearest gas street lamp, and sat on the ground.
Pat, pat, as time went by, drops of rain fell to the ground, fell on Lumian's head, and fell in front of his eyes.
The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the pattering sounds became a series.
Lumian did not move, as if he had turned into a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, his face, and his clothes.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared above him, and the falling raindrops disappeared.
Lumian looked up blankly and saw a dark blue umbrella, the metal frame supporting the cloth, and Jenna holding the umbrella handle.
He withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the center of the road where water mist had splattered. He did not stop Jenna or pay attention to her.
Jenna wore a thick smoky makeup, wore a low-cut red dress with sequins, and a light-colored shawl with larger holes on her shoulders, which made her look not particularly exposed.
She stared at Lumian for a few seconds, without asking, still standing next to him, holding an umbrella.
The heavy rain lasted for a full hour before it subsided. Only droplets of water fell from time to time on the buildings on both sides and the lamps on the roadside.
Lumian stood up slowly as if he had lost something.
Jian Na put away her umbrella and said to herself: "The rain will stop, just like the darkness will pass, the sun will rise, and the light will shine on the earth."
Lumian was silent for a while, looking at the dark road ahead: "When you find that someone you trust is not as good as you thought,
How would you feel?"
Jenna did not answer his question, but asked: "Do you still believe him?"
Lumian pursed his lips and replied without hesitation: "I believe it."
"Since you still believe in him, then go find the reason why he did that." Jenna said in a calm tone.
Lumian's hands were trembling slightly. He took deep breaths several times. Finally, his body no longer felt strange. Only then did he turn his head and look at Jenna: "You
Why are you here?"
Jian Na replied angrily and funny: "Fuck, this is outside the Breeze Dance Hall. I don't have to go to the theater today, and I came here to sing and make money in the evening. As soon as I finished, I saw you sitting on the roadside when I went out, stupidly soaked in the rain."
Lumian withdrew his gaze and took steps without expression. He stepped on the stagnant water and walked towards White Coat Street very quickly.
"Where are you going?" Jenna asked a little worried.
Lumian said without looking back: "Go find the reason."
He remembered the words Aurore left behind when she pushed herself away from the altar: "My... notes."
Based on the current situation, Lumian suspected that his sister was telling him that clues to the source of the anomaly could be found in her witchcraft notes.
Jenna, who was holding an umbrella, followed Lumian and asked tentatively: "Can you find the reason in just one night?"
"It may take a long time." Lumian replied impatiently.
Jian Na muttered: "Then why are you in such a hurry? Have a good rest and clear your mind. Maybe it can help you find the reason faster."
Lumian thought about his inability to understand many contents in the witchcraft notes and his lack of occult knowledge, and was silent for a moment. He turned his head again and looked at Jenna: "Is Franka at home?"
"Why are you asking this?" Jenna looked confused, "She probably won't go back to White Coat Street today. She said she wanted to spend a pleasant night with Gardner Martin."
Huh... Lumian let out a breath and turned towards the chaotic street.