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Chapter 74 'Additives'

Chapter 812 “Additive”

In the thick fog, Lumian stared at the oil lamp, ready to light it to see what would happen.

In the end, he controlled himself and did not take the risk.

Before a critical moment is reached and all situations are still in a state of chaos and lack of clarity, Lumian believes that any high-risk decision-making is unwise.

At the same time, he did not intend to take away the oil lamp and use it to exchange for the head of "Abscessed Hand" with Albus Medici. Since the "Iron Cross" put the oil lamp here without sending anyone to guard it, then

This means that they are not worried about losing their oil lamps, or they have many similar oil lamps, so if they are lost, they will be lost.

——According to Lumian's observation, the light butter in the oil lamp most likely does not come from the "Iron-Blooded Knight" and "Desperate Witch". It is somewhat different from the corpse oil candle. It should be just a mixture of the "Hunter" and "Witch" in the middle sequence.

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"Although it will be much less effective than corpse oil candles, it should be able to play a certain role in the Morola underground similar to Trier in the Fourth Age..." Lumian put his hand into the "traveler's bag"

Inside.

Just because it can't be ignited and it's useless to take away doesn't mean he can't do anything.

He planned to add something extra to this oil lamp, so that the "Iron Cross" gang would encounter an unpredictable accident when they held the ceremony!

Lumian took out old blood-stained powder from the "Devil Wizard", ice lemon fish fillets, a violent potion from the "Night Club" and a bark potion from the same source.

He placed them on a half-height stone platform, took a little of each, mixed them together, and kneaded them into a brown "mud ball" the size of a normal human knuckle.

"What's this called? This is called a cocktail!" Lumian chuckled, put all the materials back into the "traveler's bag", then took out Mr. K's finger, cut off a little flesh and blood from it, and wrapped it in

Brown "mud" surface layer.

This is preparation for the inspection of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" - the "Iron-Blooded Cross", which uses "Hunters" as its main channel, cannot fail to do certain inspections before using oil lamps to confirm whether there are any problems. After all, oil lamps are long-term

Not under their close supervision.

Being in Morola, Lumian didn't need to worry about the other party sensing him if he used Mr. K's fingers in this way.

Looking at the small "mud ball" stained with blood, Lumian dug out a little bit of a semi-solidified and semi-liquid light yellowish red substance from his corpse oil candle and smeared it on top of the "mud ball".

superior.

Only by using double disguise and using similar but higher-level and divine items can it be hidden from the noses and eyes of those "hunters"!

When the "mud ball" was dyed light yellow with red color, Lumian looked at the corpse oil candle carefully and comforted himself:

"It's just a little less, it shouldn't affect the number of uses..."

After putting away the corpse oil candle, Lumian picked up the oil lamp on the half-height stone platform, pulled out the wick that looked like twisted black hair, and sank the light yellow and red "mud ball" little by little into the semi-solidified oil.

, let them stay in the predetermined position.

As expected, I saw that the light yellowish and reddish color on the surface of the "mud ball" interacted with the surrounding light yellow fat and merged, so that the blood color became lighter and lighter, leaving only the last little bit, but this was deeply hidden in the fat.

Inside, there were no traces from the outside. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wick, and slowly inserted it into the half-solidified, half-liquid light butter.

After repeated adjustments, the position and status of the wick finally met Lumian's requirements.

He can already imagine the situation then:

The oil lamp burned in the normal part at first, and at most it was mixed with a little bit of divine corpse oil. This would only make the effect of the ceremony better and allow the members of the "Iron Cross" to be more immersed in the corresponding senses.

This can last for twenty or thirty seconds, after which the corpse oil candle part is burned.

It will bring a secret experience that is dozens of times that of the original oil lamp, and will be fatal to some members of the "Iron Cross" who are not mentally strong enough.

Of course, this may bring about good changes to the remaining members of the "Iron Cross", but the corpse oil candles are very small, and the burning will quickly enter the mess of materials wrapped in Mr. K's flesh and blood.

Lumian himself doesn't know what kind of impact this will have, but he is sure that it will definitely develop in a worsening direction.

"Just smoke this one, it's very strong." Lumian thought of the Southern Continental people's evaluation of Dongbalan cigarettes and said to the imaginary members of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he dealt with the various traces left on the oil lamp and packed away the rubble at the scene.

Following the scents left by different perfumes as they gradually faded away, Lumian found the correct path back to the crack in the basement through the thick fog, and slowly left the area.

He immediately turned into a shadow creature, quietly returned to the "Carnivore" bar, and fell asleep to prevent Albus Medici, Gusin and others from raiding him.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian became energetic again.

He turned over and left the bed, moved his neck, and laughed in a low voice:

"Not coming?

"Albus and the others didn't come, and neither did Vanak. Do you think I have a 'teleport' and am not on a special battlefield, or don't have special items? Even if the raid is successful, you can't kill me?

"Haha, you are too hesitant and too cautious. Now I have a shadow again, I am not afraid of the sun, and I can block another fatal attack..."

Lumian opened the curtains, looked at the increasingly bright morning light, and turned his attention to the books from the Church of Knowledge placed in the corner of the desk.

He instinctively felt a headache and frowned.

He resisted reading and learning, and fell into an indescribable struggle.

If there were only these few books, Lumian would be very motivated, read very seriously and attentively, and be able to eliminate all distractions. But when he thought that after reading these few books, there would still be three bookshelves and thousands of papers, he would be disappointed.

I felt depressed for a while and didn’t want to start.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighed, and said silently to himself:

"Forget it, since '0-01' was sealed by the Church of Knowledge, let's respect knowledge.

"Anyway, I have nothing else to do for the time being. I need to wait for Albus and Julie to take further actions to get a glimpse of opportunities and directions..."

Lumian sat down, leaned back on the chair, put his feet on the edge of the desk, and read the few books designated by Heraberg in a very comfortable but likely toppling over position at any time.

He had read the first two or three chapters before and found nothing worthy of attention or consideration. This time he planned to study in depth.

As he watched, Lumian's expression gradually changed.

He was so immersed in reading that he almost lost track of time until Les knocked on the door and told him it was time for breakfast.

"Okay." Lumian nodded, put down the book he was reading without any unusual appearance, stood up and walked outside the room.

When he was approaching the door, he saw Les had turned into the stairs, so he turned half sideways and looked back at the books on the table, with an expression of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

There is really important knowledge in these books!

He is currently reading one book intensively, and has roughly flipped through several others, but has already discovered a lot of content that is similar to the details in the "0-01" sealed information, and comes with more detailed explanations!

"If you really finish reading the books on those three bookshelves and pass the exam, you will really be able to find the opportunity to get close to '0-01' from the operation of the overall seal, and use the principle of the seal to protect the artifact when you touch it.

live in yourself...

"Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth, knowledge hides the answers to everything..." Lumian looked away, his eyes flashing with thoughts as he entered the corridor and turned to the stairs.

The problem now is that this kind of knowledge will obviously bring pollution, just like the sealed information of "0-01". Lumian is worried that the more he masters, the closer he will get to "0-01" and eventually become its puppet.

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"Also, if I have been reading these books very attentively, it is likely that Albus, Julie, Gusin, and Vanak will become suspicious and go to the Church of Knowledge to borrow a few books. In that case, I will lose the first-mover advantage...

...I have to wander around aimlessly for a while every day, fight against them, dig some traps for them, battle wits with them, and pretend that I am just too bored to read for a while..." The look on Lumian's face

A smile gradually appeared.

After walking up the stairs, he turned his attention to Julie sitting on the high stool in front of the bar.

The "witch" wore a white shirt with a long black skirt. She looked quite well-behaved, but while eating the ham and tomato sandwich made by Les, she gently swayed her waist and turned the high stool around.

She looked back at Lumian and continued to say to Les:

"I only think about finding what I've lost from other men when I'm in a particularly bad mood. Under normal circumstances, I would be jealous and hostile at most. Why do they still have it when I don't have it?

"And you, your cooking skills have conquered me, and I recognize your qualification to continue to have that thing. As long as you don't come over when I am emotionally exploded, I will not do anything to you."

Is this one of the reasons why you "witches" like to turn your lovers into "witches"? Lumian sat next to Julie, smiled and said to Les:

"What are you talking about?"

Les licked his lips and said:

"She asked me if I was curious about the taste of the 'Witch' meat, and specially cut a small piece for me. It is really delicious when grilled, rich in fat, and the meat is chewy. Then, we talked about the topic just now.

"

Lumian glanced at Julie and found that there were bandage marks on her left shoulder and some blood stains on her shirt.

It's so real... One dares to cut and the other dares to do it. I am ashamed of the mental state and inner world of the two of you... Lumian said "ha" and asked Julie directly:

"What else are you planning?"

Julie's face revealed two shallow dimples:

"I want to learn cooking from Les."

She had a look of longing and expectation.

Cook it for Sallysette? You "witches"... Lumian shook his head and focused on his breakfast.

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Trier, Apartment 702, Orosei Street 9, Memorial District.

Franca received a reply from Ms. "Judgement", which began with:

"Mr. Star agreed to provide support for potion formulas and extraordinary materials in stages for Amandine's matter, but he does not need money or resources. He just hopes that you can help with some things."

"Me? How can I help Mr. Star?" Franka fell into deep thought.

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