Seeing Ms. "Magician"'s guess, Lumian suddenly felt that the ancestor of the Eggers family, the fallen "God of Death", was also very legendary:
He seemed to go crazy after becoming the true god; He set off the "Pale Disaster"; His fall created the Wild Sea, which separated the northern and southern continents for thousands of years; He had some kind of connection with the mysterious Hades; He buried the demon king's body
The corpse of the "god"; He left behind a huge Balam Empire with many descendants; the golden masks He made for his descendants to enter and exit the underworld are still being fought for today...
Lumian took out the golden mask obtained from "Hisoka" from the "Traveler's Bag", rubbed its cold surface, and sighed silently:
"This is a true creation of the gods..."
After sighing with emotion, Lumian looked at the last two pages of this long letter:
"Speaking of yourself, the Mark of the Underworld on your body only seals the influence of the remaining aura of the 'Blood Emperor' on the outside world, but does not eliminate its existence.
"In other words, you can no longer use the residual aura of Alistair Tudor to scare others, but it can still play a role when encountering situations where the corresponding 'identity' needs to be verified.
"This situation is both good and bad. Although you have lost the powerful means of intimidating others, at least you don't have to worry about using the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' to attract the attention of some high-ranking people. Moreover, the brand of the Underworld Master may not be restored in the future.
Can play a special role.
"Emperor Russell once said, since you can't resist, then try to enjoy it."
Lumian turned over his right hand and looked at the palm. Compared with the rotten appearance in the dream, there was only a small patch of paleness left there, and a faint red scar could be seen underneath the paleness.
"What special function can it have? Is it used to scare undead creatures?" Lumian muttered to himself in confusion, having no idea for the time being.
At the end of the letter, Ms. "Magician" wrote:
"This year's 'Dream Festival' is over, but the special dream and the dream tomb have not disappeared. There will still be a 'Dream Festival' next year.
"At that time, the devil of the North family who confirmed the situation in the ancient tomb this year and his allies of the 'Rose School' are likely to continue trying and bring more targeted and powerful items, extraordinary people or projections.
“Not only must we prevent it when the time comes, but we must also make preparations in advance now.
"In addition, in order for that special dreamland to still have dream projections born and become guardians, we cannot move the entire town of Tizamo, so we have to do something for the people here.
"Of course, after completing the last thing, the subsequent issues of the 'Dream Festival' will have nothing to do with you, unless you have become an angel by then, but is this too exaggerated?
"The last thing you need to do is to take the semi-finished brass charm I sent with the letter, enter that special dreamland, and go to the black tomb to perform the following ceremony.
“The complete process of the ceremony is:
"..."
After reading the description of the ritual carefully, Lumian confirmed his spiritual state and put away the half-finished brass charm.
Then, he took out the golden box containing the strange soil, spread out the letter paper, and wrote a reply:
"Dear Ms. Magician:
"I will complete the ritual as you command.
"This is that strange piece of soil..."
Lumian paused and added:
"Remember to send back the box it came in."
This is made of gold!
Thinking of the reward promised to Lugano and Ludwig's growing appetite, Lumian, who was actually quite wealthy, felt that he needed to save a little.
I don’t have to worry about magic potion formulas, extraordinary materials and magical items for the time being, but now I have two people!
Moreover, gold is also very important in mysticism. Franka has been saving gold in recent months, hoping to build a golden body for "Armored Shadow" Chen Tu.
After writing the reply, Lumian arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger.
The messenger still looked cautious and sneaky, never saying another word.
What was being sensed? Lumian was about to ask, but suddenly thought of a possibility:
Could it be because the messenger lady mentioned by Ms. "Magician" has been here?
We are all messengers, maybe they know each other and are related in some way, and that one is an angel...
Lumian closed his mouth and watched the "doll" messenger return into the candlelight holding the golden box.
He extinguished the candles, put away the items related to the ceremony, walked back to the living room, and sat across from Ludwig, who still had half of the food left to eat.
Lumian looked at Ludwig, who was wearing a nightcap with yellow stars on a blue background, and said with a smile:
"Lend me something."
Ludwig raised his head, chewed his mouth, and expressed his inquiry with his eyes.
Lumian kept a friendly smile:
"That gold coin just now."
Ludwig lowered his head and chewed a piece of beef jerky with concentration, as if he didn't hear what Lumian was saying.
"It only takes, um, half an hour. It won't cause any harm to it. I will definitely return it to you as it is." Lumian sighed, "I have been raising you for a long time. I will provide you with food and food."
You drink..."
At this point, Lumian suddenly stopped and continued after a few seconds:
"Isn't it worth your while to lend me your lucky gold coin for half an hour?
"When have I ever cheated on you?"
"Often." Ludwig replied vaguely.
He raised his head again, stared at Lumian for a few seconds, and then took out the Loen gold coin from his pocket:
"Twenty minutes at most."
"Deal!" Lumian quickly took the lucky gold coin with a bright smile.
In order to save his spiritual energy, he did not "teleport" and quickly sneaked in the shadows and arrived at "Hisoka" Tewanaku's house.
Both Robert and Amandine are gone.
Lumian found a place to sit down, leaned against the wall, and quickly fell asleep using meditation.
…………
In a special dreamland, in the primitive jungle.
Lumian used the shadows in the darkness to reach the edge of the dream and found himself in a chaotic zone.
He thought for a moment, escaped from the shadow, and put on the golden mask made by the "God of Death".
Amidst the cold erosion and heavy pressure, Lumian saw a fragment of a dream with a black tomb, and saw the road leading to it.
He quickly arrived at his destination. All the corpses here had disappeared, and only the ancient tomb like a black boulder stood quietly.
Lumian took off his mask, observed briefly, used a raised tree root as an altar, placed candles, essential oils, herbal powders, cauldrons, semi-finished brass charms, etc. on it, and followed the "Magician"
The descriptions in the lady’s letter have been dealt with one by one.
Finally, Lumian placed the lucky gold coin between the two candles corresponding to Mr. Fool.
He did not create a "spiritual wall", but lit the candles directly from God to man, from left to right, and took two steps back.
Lumian looked at the burning candle and recited in a low voice in ancient Hermes:
"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..."
Silently, a thin gray mist spread out from the void, covering the area where the black tomb was located and the entire special dreamland.
Lumian's left chest was slightly warm, but his thoughts were not dull, and his body showed no signs of disintegration.
He quickly took two steps forward, burned the corresponding essential oil hydrosol and herbal powder, and placed the semi-finished brass charm in the center of the altar.
Then, Lumian straightened up, stepped back and said in Hermes:
“I pray to you;
“I beseech you that this charm may gain power;
"I pray that you will allow this power to control this dream..."
After reciting all the remaining incantations and completing the remaining steps of the ritual, Lumian saw the lucky gold coin light up with a hazy light, and one of the two candles representing Mr. Fool became dim and the other was stained.
Brass color.
Immediately afterwards, the darkness and the brass candlelight intertwined and fell on the semi-finished brass charm.
The brass charm suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, and Lumian couldn't help but close his eyes.
When he adjusted and opened his eyes, the brass talisman had disappeared, and the soil, stones and tree roots rolled up in front of the black tomb, forming a tombstone-like thing.
On the "tombstone", ancient Fusac words are highlighted one after another:
"All living beings are equal before the law, even angels can be killed by ordinary people.
"Lost items are considered abandoned.
"You can do anything during the Dream Festival, but you can't kill or rape.
"He who kills dies.
"The rapist dies.
"..."
This... what path of power is this? It's a bit like the 'Arbiter' path... At the next "Dream Festival", you can't kill people? Angels can also be hurt by me? Lumian didn't expect "Magician"
This is what ladies need to prepare for.
He quickly packed up his belongings and planned to leave the area.
When he finally looked at the "tombstone", Lumian suddenly had an idea.
He smiled and took out a card from the "Traveler's Bag", bent down and placed it on the ground under the "Tombstone".
It was a tarot card, depicting a man in green holding a scepter against six scepters coming from the bottom of the mountain.
Minor Arcana card, "Seven of Wands"!
Lumian didn't know if this tarot card representing himself could be left in his dream and in front of the "tombstone". He just wanted to try it. After all, he had never been like this since he became a member of the "Tarot Society".
Did it.
…………
Back in the real world, Lumian put his hand into the "traveler's bag" and checked it out.
The semi-finished brass talisman disappeared as expected, as did the Minor Arcana card "Seven of Wands".
"The rules of special dreams are indeed a little different..." Lumian nodded thoughtfully, returned to the Briou Hotel, and returned the lucky gold coin to Ludwig.
Then, Lumian walked to the street, and in the dark environment, passed by Camus, Ruiya, Lugano and others who were busy rescuing people and treating people, and all the way to St. Sean's Church.
All the candles in the church were lit, but Father Cali was the only one.
Wearing a white robe with gold thread, he knelt in front of the altar and the holy symbol, lowered his head, and expressed painful repentance.
Lumian walked in step by step and sat on a seat in the front row. He looked at Father Cali quietly without disturbing him.
PS: Excuse me, the version number of Mystery Game has been released, so I don’t need to call it by a code name anymore. I also hope that the gameplay of role-playing method can be deepened in the future.