He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, looked at his left chest, and found that the blue-black symbol representing Mr. Fool's seal had been highlighted, which was composed of part of the "pupilless eye" and part of the "twisted thread".
What happened? Mr. Fool's seal was activated... Is Termipolos trying to escape? Lumian was surprised and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the environment:
A little sunlight filtered through the closed curtains, illuminating the entire room 207 in semi-darkness.
At first glance, there is nothing unusual about this, just like a person who overslept and slept from early morning until the sun was shining brightly.
But the problem is that Lumian himself is special. He resets his body and mental state at six o'clock every morning and wakes up naturally. But now it is autumn, and the morning light in Trier does not appear until seven o'clock in the morning.
!
He even remembered that there seemed to be an earthquake not long ago. He thought it was probably the official Beyonders taking action. He listened to the surrounding situation, and after making sure that the market area was stable, he continued to sleep.
It was still late at night!
"Either Thermipolos has escaped and I am no longer affected by the power of the 'man in the ring', or there has been a change in the market area..." Lumian shrank his body very lightly and leaned close to him.
On the side of the desk beside the bed, a corner of the curtain was carefully raised.
He saw familiar daily scenes, but then he noticed a vague figure floating in the air, emitting a faint light.
The faces of those figures are different, but they are all the same dull, empty, indifferent, and withdrawn. They are similar to the contaminated corpse of Bouvard and Gabriel who turned into a monster to some extent. It seems that he can hide in space at any time.
In the cracks of the world, he stared at reality coldly and calmly.
The monsters passing by the "Hotel" have invaded Trier? What about Trier's protective power? No, it doesn't feel very strong, more like a product of pollution... Lumian looked carefully and found that on the street
The vendors and pedestrians on the road all feel a certain sense of emptiness, without exception.
Combined with the wrong time and the sun that was already in the west, Lumian quickly made a guess: I am not in the real market area!
I was pulled into a strange world, suspected to be where the "hotel" was located, and Mr. Fool's seal was activated due to this incident!
Lumian released the fingers of his right hand and let the curtain gently lean against the wall, sealing off the inside and outside again.
He rolled out of bed and checked his belongings to make sure they were all there.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian arranged the altar, created a "spiritual wall", prepared to perform ritual magic, and prayed to Mr. "Fool" for help.
He lit the three candles in sequence with his spirituality, and after burning the herbal powder and hydrosol essential oil, he took two steps back and solemnly recited the honorable name of Mr. "The Fool": "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mystery above the gray mist
The king of yellow and black who rules and controls good luck.
"I pray to you..."
A thin gray mist suddenly filled the "wall of spirituality", and the candlelight was dyed blue and black, making the entire altar become gloomy and dark.
Lumian once again felt like his mind was slow, his flesh and blood itched, and there seemed to be countless bugs crawling under his skin.
But unlike before, he suddenly had a strong premonition of danger, just like the gray mist had undisguised and extremely obvious malice towards him.
This malicious intention disappeared in a flash, then resurfaced. It did not completely disappear, nor did it become a fact.
It repeats the change of disappearing and reappearing, like a monster in the water constantly extending its tentacles to the shore, and then being dragged back to the deep sea by some force.
Lumian completed the ritual with difficulty, and after waiting for a while, he still did not receive the blessing of the angel, nor did he receive any enlightenment.
As the influence of the gray fog gradually worsened, he had to end the ceremony and extinguish the candles.
Lumian's thoughts returned to normal amidst the sound of the "spiritual wall" disintegrating:
"Sometimes there is malice, sometimes there is no problem... Is this the 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun' interfering with Mr. 'Fool''s response?
"He can't usually do it. Is he trying to save his strength at a critical moment?
"This shows that things have reached a critical moment..."
...........
In the Erato district, there are many spiers standing outside the Sacred Heart Monastery dyed in large areas of gold.
The two Major Arcana card holders, "Magician", who was wearing a white tie shirt and beige skirt, and "Justice", who was dressed in light blue, elegant and clean, were both staring at the magnificent building.
Next to them, a big golden retriever dog did the same thing.
Rumbling, the earth trembled, and it seemed like a short earthquake had occurred in Trier.
"Magician" smiled and said: "It's begun."
They knew that this was the movement in the Deep Valley Monastery and the quarry, and hoped that it would trigger a series of changes and create a chain reaction, allowing the "Ms. Moon" hiding in the Sacred Heart Monastery to come out on her own and start their plan in advance.
In this way, they don't have to force their way into the Sacred Heart Monastery and offend the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. Instead, they can directly target "Ms. Moon" and capture the evil god who gave birth to gods.
Under the premise that there are very few angel-level loved ones of the evil god within the barrier, "Ms. Moon" can be said to represent the "great mother" and the strongest power of all evil god believers in Trier. She is most likely to be a problem.
The core, as long as you can control her and ignore the complex network woven by fate, you can grasp the main stem, understand the essence, and even solve the problem on the spot.
If the "Moon Lady" doesn't come out, the "Magician" will take advantage of the chaos in Trier and try to temporarily throw this magnificent building complex, this monastery blessed by the "Eternal Scorching Sun", into a hidden space.
Within, find the target by force.
"Justice" nodded slightly:
"Actually, I have always felt that there is something abnormal about 'Ms. Yue'. The problem may not be what we guessed, which may lead to us being dragged here.
"But no matter what, we already have many trustworthy partners. Even if there is an accident elsewhere, I believe they can handle it."
"Magician" hummed:
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"The two of us alone can't accomplish everything. Trusting our companions is both an expectation and a necessary choice..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance.
"What's wrong?" "Justice" asked calmly.
"Magician" frowned and said: "The seal is fluctuating..."
"Mr. Fool also has revelations, but I'm not sure whether they are true or false..."
After packing up the altar, Lumian was about to calm down and think about the current situation and ways to contact the outside world when he heard two footsteps coming down from the upper floor, from far to near.
Are you going to room 207? The lifting of the "spiritual wall" just now made some people here notice a certain movement? Lumian looked around, grabbed the gap in the wall covered with newspapers, and climbed to the ceiling.
He was like a big spider, relying on the flexibility of a "dancer" and the physical fitness of a "hunter" to stick there quietly, waiting for the two people in the corridor to approach.
If they don't find a problem, they can fool it. If they feel something is wrong, they can attack immediately.
At this moment, Lumian was very grateful that the Golden Rooster Hotel was quite old, mostly damaged, and had traces of repairs everywhere, so he could grab some of the protrusions, buckle some of the gaps, and firmly fix his body to the ceiling.
In just ten seconds, the door of room 207 opened with a creak.
Lumian's eyes narrowed and he saw Gabriel's hairline and forehead, as well as the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Behind the playwright is the mannequin Safaree, who is wearing a lake blue dress and has a withdrawn temperament.
Sure enough, it was the "Hotel"... Although Lumian didn't know why he ended up at the "Hotel" inexplicably, he still felt a little excited despite being nervous.
Next, as long as we can hide it from Safaree and the others, establish contact with the outside world, and find helpers, there is hope that the problem will be solved!
Gabriel took two steps inside and stopped. He looked around and said to Safaree, "No problem."
Safaree said "hmm", took a look inside, left from the door, and checked other rooms.
Gabriel followed the mannequin closely and did not forget to close the door of 207.
When the two of them went up from the second floor, Lumian let go of his hands and feet and landed lightly on the floor.
He immediately pulled up the chair, turned around, sat down, leaned back and looked at the door.
After a few minutes, there were footsteps coming down from the third floor and approaching here.
Lumian remained motionless as he watched the wooden door of the room being opened gently, not surprised at all.
Gabriel's figure appeared there.
"Why did you come in?" The playwright, who had turned into a monster and had a slightly hollow expression, asked with reasonable concern.
Lumian chuckled: "I also want to know."
Gabrielle entered the room quietly and closed the door.
Wearing a white shirt, dark jacket, black trousers, strapless leather shoes, and black-rimmed glasses, his face was slightly distorted, and there was a bit of pain in his expression: "You should get out of here as soon as possible."
"I can't control myself more and more, I don't know when I will betray you.
"By the way, Jenna has also come in. I don't know where she is hiding now."
Jenna also came in? Lumian raised his eyebrows and asked the most important thing first: "How should I leave?"
Just as Gabriel was about to answer, the door to room 207 opened again with a creak.
Lumian didn't realize it until now and turned his attention there.
Standing at the door is Safaree, who has a plump face, naturally disheveled brown hair, and a unique sense of erraticness in her brown eyes.
Lumian did not panic, smiled and said: "You really understand Gabriel."
He seemed calm, but in fact every muscle was tense.
"He is not a person who is good at hiding his thoughts." Safaree replied in a hollow voice.
Able to communicate... Lumian controlled the urge to use the "Hum Ha Technique" and said with emotion: "I thought you were already a pure monster."
The corners of Safaree's mouth curled up slightly, and she laughed a little self-deprecatingly in the strong sense of detachment: "The difference between me and them is that before I became a pure monster, I found that there was someone who truly loved me."
Gabriel smiled.
Lumian sighed and said, "Is this a 'hotel'?"
"Yes." Gabrielle answered first.
Lumian glanced at the dim corridor: "But the rooms here are not No. 7, but No. 12, they are still 207, 309."
Safaree looked at Lumian, her expression became more and more erratic, and her voice became more unreal: "My name here is: "Room 12."