Lumian came back to his senses, glanced at Ludwig, who was already in a stable mood, and said to Lugano, who kept shrinking to the corner of the bed:
"Go back to Trier tomorrow and find a psychiatrist for you, a real psychiatrist."
This is not a decision made to help Lugano, but something that has been scheduled for a long time - "007" should have given feedback in the early morning, and then Lumian, Franka and others will
Discuss how to deal with the "man in the mirror" Moran Avni.
Moreover, Lumian also planned to take this opportunity to find a safe place to extract the power of Termipolos and obtain the gift of "Life Hunter".
His biggest gain from this "Dream Festival" is that the "Reaper" potion has been greatly digested.
He originally knew that there were many disputes in the Southern Continent and that fighting opportunities were everywhere, which would help him digest the "Reaper" potion. However, he did not expect that less than two weeks after his promotion, the progress of digesting the "potion" was as fast as that of mercury.
The mercury column in the thermometer jumped up quickly just like when it came into contact with a living person's armpit.
"Harvesting" Father Cali, "harvesting" the dream projection of "Hisoka", and harvesting nearly twenty benefactors whose strength is equivalent to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5, made Lumian deeply understand the fragility of life, which is like a sickle
The fallen straw, as it is harvested, keeps falling down and disappears with the wind.
In addition, after experiencing the previous four sequences, Lumian feels that the "Hunter" path has obvious characteristics of bringing disaster, and the "Reaper" is no exception.
With this performance, he believes that the disaster-causing characteristics of the "Reaper" are more reflected in the destruction.
At the same time, Lumian gained a lot from the enemy's destruction.
As his mind raced, he summed up his first rules for playing "Reaper":
"Reaping means destroying the target and allowing yourself to harvest abundantly."
"If there are three or four similar harvests, I can digest the 'Reaper' potion without having to understand other playing rules and put them into practice, but this kind of good thing cannot always happen..." Lumian
He sighed silently.
This requires gathering more than ten Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Extraordinaries who have obvious flaws and are restrained by themselves, and there is no other interference.
Each of these conditions is difficult to meet, let alone:
First of all, whether humans take magic potions or gain extraordinary powers through gifts, their flaws are different due to their different paths and sequences. They cannot be dragged down by dream projections like the tombkeepers in the "Dream Festival".
They are all bombs of emotions and desires that can explode at the drop of a hat - even if the benefactors are deeply influenced by the evil god and have more or less mental problems, it does not necessarily mean that they have excessive emotions and desires. Some of them may just
Alienation of personality;
Secondly, the number of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Extraordinaries is not overwhelming, especially the latter, which are the backbone of major forces. Even if you don’t have a force, you can form your own team and dominate a party like pirate generals. How can it be so?
It is easy to gather as many as ten or twenty people;
Thirdly, due to the occurrence of major events that meet the first two conditions, the common shortcomings of extraordinary people may not be overcome by Lumian and his magical items;
Finally, during the battle, the Sequence 5 Extraordinaries, who are the backbone of the major forces, are likely to attract the attention of their corresponding demigods.
A occult event like the "Dream Festival", which has various limitations and natural problems and is extremely suitable for Lumian, may be the only one like this in the past millennium in the northern and southern continents.
Alas... Lumian couldn't help but sigh again.
At this time, Lugano was ecstatic about the news that he could return to Trier at dawn, and hurriedly replied:
"Okay, okay!"
After returning to Trier, the boss has a more trustworthy companion, so he no longer needs to be responsible for taking care of Ludwig!
Lumian thought for a moment, looked at the curtains with crimson moonlight seeping through, and asked Lugano as if chatting:
"Have you saved enough money to purchase the 'Harvest Priest' potion formula and corresponding materials?"
Lugano was stunned for a moment and said:
"No, we don't even have enough money for the potion formula."
Most of his current "deposits" are earned from Lumian, which currently amounts to fifteen thousand Firkin, and as far as he knows, the Sequence 7 potion formula normally costs ten thousand sixty-seven thousand.
It ranges from a thousand fel gold to over twenty thousand.
Lumian nodded thoughtfully:
"I will help you pay attention to the magic potion formula and corresponding materials of the 'Harvest Priest'. If you don't have enough money, I will help you make up for it. It can be regarded as sharing the spoils of this adventure."
Lugano was stunned at first, then felt his eyes were a little hot, and his vision was a little blurred:
I made the right choice!
My future does lie with the boss!
He asked with a little uneasiness:
"But this is a dream adventure. Can the rewards be transferred to the real world?"
Lumian didn't answer him with words, and directly took out the golden mask of "Hisoka" from the "traveler's bag".
It's really possible...can some special items be used? Lugano was immediately relieved.
Lumian turned to look at Ludwig, who seemed to have obtained his favorite toy, nodded slightly and said:
"You can go back to sleep."
Ludwig, who was wearing a blue nightcap, blinked and reached out to touch his belly.
Gulu, Gulu, his intestines and stomach were moving violently.
Lumian laughed at himself and took out the food eaten by Ludwig in his dream, including but not limited to almond-pistachio cream layer cake, wine-filled chocolate, eclairs, etc.
After Ludwig began to eat "quietly", Lumian returned to the room, made a ball of blazing white fire, spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and started writing a letter to Ms. "Magician".
This takes priority over other things.
As he wrote, Lumian thought of something:
All the elders of the tomb guardian group were killed by him. Is that primitive tribe still capable of launching an attack to eliminate the dead?
Or are they temporarily alive in the real world, waiting to attack Tizamo Town, dragging other dead people to die with them?
Or will the dead exit in other ways, such as the fire that struck the Tewanaku family?
…………
Tizamo Town, third floor of the police headquarters.
Camus woke up suddenly and instinctively looked at the temporary bed opposite, finding that the quilt had been lifted and Kolob was nowhere to be found.
Am I still dreaming, still in the "Dream Festival"? Camus carefully turned over and sat up, and heard the sound of "De De De" coming from the corner near the door.
In the dark environment, through the crimson moonlight that penetrated the curtains, he saw Kolobo squatting there, shrinking and shaking.
"What's wrong?" Camus lowered his voice and asked softly.
Kolobo replied tremblingly:
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"
Is the sky going to fall? Camus was amused for a while, looked at Colombo and said:
"Could you have misinterpreted your premonition?"
How could the sky fall?
…………
Outside the town of Tizamo, on the edge of the primeval jungle.
Maslow, with white paint on his face, walked slowly into the jungle.
It's a terrible feeling knowing you're going to die but there's no way you can avoid it.
He regretted that he had betrayed the "Spiritual Order", but there was nothing he could do about it. Not long after he arrived in Tizamo Town, he was secretly controlled by Tewanaku who returned here for "vacation" and became the monitor of Cali.
The priest and the degenerate of the situation in the town of Tizamo.
Afterwards, although he knew that Tewanaku had been killed, the other party's dream projection appeared in his dream, telling him that the matter was not over.
Maslow walked forward step by step, wanting to return to the jungle and become the nourishment of a big tree, just like his ancestors.
As he walked, he saw nearly twenty people coming out of the nearby barracks.
Those people seemed to have discovered something unusual and were preparing to patrol the surrounding area.
At this moment, Maslow felt that the night suddenly became brighter.
He subconsciously raised his head, looked at the sky, and saw a fiercely burning boulder falling down with a trail of red flames.
In the blink of an eye, the burning boulders filled Maslow's field of vision.
It hit the area between the edge of the jungle and the barracks.
Boom!
The wind waves and flying dust set off by the meteorite quickly filled the area, rose into the air, and spread, covering the red moon and the starlight.
Boom!
The entire town of Tizamo seemed to have experienced a violent earthquake, with buildings shaking violently and glass shattering.
Several houses that were not strong enough quickly collapsed, burying their occupants.
Camus finally managed to steady his body, and when the building stabilized, he quickly rushed to the broken window and looked outside.
He saw that the "sky" was so gray that it was so close that he could touch it if he jumped up.
"The sky" is really falling... Camus had such an idea inexplicably.
…………
Brio Hotel, in the suite on the second floor.
Lumian grabbed the letter paper and pen and looked at the smoke and dust rising outside in amusement, feeling the "thump" coming from not far away.
"It's really straightforward..." he sighed sincerely.
A meteorite fell from the sky!
Judging from the current situation, most of the dead people should have been eliminated in this "disaster".
Lumian turned sideways and looked at the door that had opened due to the shaking of the building, and saw that Ludwig was still eating attentively.
Nothing in the pile of food fell to the floor.
After letting Lugano go out to rescue the injured, Lumian returned to the room and continued writing letters.
When it was completed, he immediately arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger.
The "doll" messenger just stepped out of the expanding candlelight and suddenly shrank.
She slowly looked to the left, and then looked to the right astutely. After confirming that there was no problem, she stood on tiptoes and walked carefully to the front of Lumian's letter.
Lumian had never seen the "doll" messenger behave like this. He watched with confusion and amusement as she picked up the folded square letter like a thief, waved to himself, and quickly retracted the candlelight.
Inside.
Lumian laughed, shook his head, and stopped thinking about the performance of the "doll" messenger.
At least it seemed harmless, and he had several things to do.
Lumian walked out of the bedroom, entered the corridor, went to the first floor, grabbed the hotel owner who came out to inspect the situation after waking up, and asked directly:
"Which room will the lady and her companion who just arrived tonight stay in?"