Chapter 6 Legend (first update, please vote for me)
The main entrance to the catacombs is in Purgatory Square near the Intis Observatory. The building containing the entrance is supported by pillars. At the top is a dome covered with stone reliefs, like a miniature memorial hall or the ground of a huge mausoleum.
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When Lumian arrived, there were already twenty or thirty people gathered beside the stairs going down. They were all dressed in different clothes, but they were all dressed in more formal clothes. There were men and women.
Standing at the front of these people is a man in his thirties wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He has slightly curly brown hair, a thick beard, and the corners of his eyes are slightly upturned. He is holding an unlit iron-black gun in his hand.
Carbide lamp.
He said to the twenty or thirty people in a loud voice: "I am Kendall, one of the administrators of the catacombs, and I am responsible for leading you to visit the ossuaries today.
"Has everyone prepared a white candle? If not, please tell me immediately."
Tourist Lumian turned his attention to the stone stairs behind Kendall.
It stretched all the way down, submerged in the thick darkness, with no end in sight.
Not far from Kendall, there is a heavy open door. It is made of thick wood. Half of it is painted with the holy symbol of the sun in golden paint, and the other half has a solid triangle filled with symbols such as steam, levers, gears, etc.
After receiving a confirmed answer, Kendall turned on the carbide lamp and turned to walk underground. The tourists followed closely, some carrying lanterns. Lumian was four or five meters behind them, holding the lamp he got from Lamaye.
Carbide lamp, go down the stone stairs slowly and quickly.
With his ears that have received extraordinary improvement, it is not difficult to hear clearly the introduction made by the tomb administrator Kendall at the front: "After walking up the 138 steps, 26 meters below the city streets of Trier, you will see the nearby...
The bones of 50 generations of Trier people." Forty-seven years ago, there was no land for the dead to be buried in places such as the Innocent Cemetery and the Fathers Cemetery. White bones were thrown everywhere, and the stench caused the surrounding residents to bury them every day.
They all took to the streets to protest and wanted the city hall to move the cemetery outside the city...
"In the end, the city hall chose to go underground. They connected some tombs from the Quaternary Period with multiple underground quarries nearby, forming a very, very, very large tomb... What you can visit today is only part of it..."
Kendall's voice echoed in the quiet, dark and endless staircase, making people fear the tomb and the underground.
Going down the stairs step by step, Lumian finally saw a road separated by stone pillars and walls.
Unlike other places in the underground world, this road has obviously been repaired and maintained daily. There are no potholes at all. It is flat and spacious, but it is quite eerie. From time to time, a cold wind blows by.
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On this road, there are gas lamps installed at regular intervals. They emit a yellowish firelight, allowing light and darkness to continuously intersect and extend into the distance.
Kendall, wearing a blue vest, once again reminded visitors: "You must follow me closely and not act alone!" There are too many areas underground that we lack understanding of. Once you lose your way, it will be difficult to find you again.
"You can't walk around after entering the tomb. There are some roads that lead to deeper tombs. The evil spirits of the Fourth Age hidden in the darkness sleep in such places. Praise the sun and praise the light. Only by walking with the priest
Only by following the route we have confirmed can we avoid all dangers.”
Some visitors opened their arms and praised the sun, while others drew triangles on their chests.
After following the tomb manager Kendall and the others for nearly two hundred meters, Lumian saw the underground tomb.
There stands a huge stone doorway that was naturally formed and later modified. Both sides are covered with exquisite reliefs such as skulls, bone arms, sunflowers, and steam symbols.
On the top lintel are two inscriptions written in Intis language: "Stop!"
"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
Kendall, the tomb administrator, turned around again and said to the visitors: "You can turn off the lanterns and light the white candles. Everyone must do this!" If you don't want to enter the tomb, you can walk around here, but you can't.
If you leave too far away, you will easily get lost and you will be in trouble.
"After entering the tomb, if you accidentally fall out of the group, don't be nervous. Look for the street signs. If there are no street signs, look up and follow the black line drawn on the top of the tomb, which continues to the main entrance and exit..."
Soon, the light of the lantern went out, and orange candles jumped out in the darkness.
The visitors simultaneously held up white candles and followed Kendall into the catacombs.
Lumian looked at it from a distance, as if he saw a little yellowish firelight gathering into a stream, slowly swimming towards the depths of darkness.
He did not go in, but held the carbide lamp and walked around the tomb door to look for the fake wizard Ostatrull.
A few minutes later, Lumian saw a bonfire.
It was located next to a pillar, and there was a lot of wet moss growing on the stone wall above.
There was a man sitting on a stone behind the bonfire. He was wearing a hooded black robe, with a high nose, dark brown eyes, and a flaxen beard that covered his chin. He was staring at the beating of the flames.
Lumian walked over and asked directly: "Are you Ostatrull?"
The hooded man raised his head, looked at Lumian, and said in a deliberately suppressed, magnetic and deep voice: "Lost soul, why did you come to me?"
Firelight and darkness danced alternately on Aosta Trull's face, making it impossible to judge his exact age. They could only guess that he might be less than thirty, or perhaps closer to forty.
Austa Trull said in a low voice with a bit of magnetism: "Witchcraft is a taboo, witchcraft is a curse, and I will not provide help at will."
"What do you need me to do?" Lumian asked urgently.
Aosta spoke in a low voice: "The principle of witchcraft is equal exchange. You first tell me what help you want."
Lumian resisted the urge to ridicule and provoke, and his expression turned painful: "I have lost all my relatives. I feel that I have been abandoned by the world. I can't sleep every night. I want to forget these things."
, start your life over again.”
Austa Trull observed Lumian's expression and found no falsehood at all.
He nodded slightly: "I have also lost a lot. It was a curse brought by witchcraft. I can understand your feelings and thoughts.
"But it's hard to forget pain."
"Okay..." Lumian let out a long sigh, turned around, and prepared to leave.
Aosta quickly stopped him: "Wait a moment, just because it's difficult doesn't mean there's no way."
"Really?" Lumian turned back abruptly, his face full of excitement.
Aosta nodded slightly and said, "No." Lumian shook his head.
Aosta glanced at the burning bonfire and explained simply: "There is a turbid spring in a certain ossuary in the catacombs. It is called the Samaritan Woman's Fountain, also known as the Fountain of Forgetfulness and the Fountain of Forgetfulness.
, as long as you drink it, you can completely forget all the pain.
"Many corpses there are singing, singing 'Drink the water of blissful oblivion and forget the original pain'."
"I can help you get it, but the principle of equal exchange cannot be violated. You need to give me 100 Filkin."
Lumian originally listened very seriously, but the price misalignment made him feel funny.
So precious spring water is not worth two months' salary of a trainee waiter?
Lumian's eyes widened, he rushed to Aosta, held his shoulders and said, "Really?"
Aosta pushed away his palm and nodded calmly: "This is a wizard's promise."
"Okay, okay!" Lumian replied excitedly, "But I didn't bring so much money. Should I go back now and come here to find you tomorrow?"
Aosta nodded with satisfaction: "No problem."
Lumian thanked him profusely, put on the carbide lamp, and left the area excitedly.
Once he was out of Aosta's sight, he suppressed his smile, raised his right palm, and took a slight sniff of the less obvious scent of perfume.
Before arriving at the observatory area, he sprayed some low-quality perfume on his right hand. He just touched Aosta's body intentionally.
All the way back to the ground, Lumian sat behind a pillar, hid his figure, and waited patiently.
The sky was getting darker, and as dusk was approaching, he smelled the very familiar scent of perfume.
Lumian was not in a hurry to follow. After a while, he walked out of the hiding place. Following the scent left by Aosta, he was so far away that he could hardly see the figure behind him.
Carriages passed by him, and exaggerated mechanical creations appeared from time to time.