Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 61

The more Lumian listened to the statement of the lady in front of him, the more he agreed:

He didn't know how the higher order would behave. Judging from the few extraordinary creatures he had "dealt with", the guy with the swirling mouthparts posed far less threat to him than the monster carrying a shotgun.

Although he has become an Extraordinary and has greatly improved in terms of close combat and use of the environment, it is more of a problem with the contracted monster itself.

Firstly, it does not show strong chasing ability, secondly, it lacks the means of long-range attack, and thirdly, its "stealth" ability is not outrageous, and is completely restrained by the "Hunter"'s grasp of the surrounding environment and subtle traces.

In addition, it has the common problem of monsters, its IQ is not high, and it is not as combat-intelligent as the shotgun monster, so it simply steps into the enemy's trap.

Putting these together, the final result is so predictable that Lumian never thought that it was equivalent to Sequence 7 until today.

He didn't even compare it with the shotgun monster, thinking that there was a big gap between them - the shotgun monster was stronger, the mouthparts monster was weaker.

Ability, mind, preparation, on-the-spot response, environmental factors... there are too many things that can affect the outcome of a battle... Lumian made a summary in his mind, looking forward to it again He asked without any hope:

"Can I directly pray for the power of the 'recipient'?"

The lady smiled:

"This is a good way to commit suicide."

She explained casually:

"Theoretically, it is indeed possible. After all, the power sealed in your body is more than the equivalent sequence 7.

"But do you think your body can withstand such a huge 'gift', or pollution?"

"Of course, if you feel that it is not unacceptable to become a monster, a puppet of that existence, or transform into another creature, then you can also consider trying it.

"Tsk, it won't be long before I can appreciate you making your sister a sacrifice with your own hands."

Lumian's hair stood up at the lady's words and his spine felt cold. He did not dare to think about "promoting beyond the ranks" anymore.

He asked cautiously:

"In other words, the greatest gift I can bear now is 'dancer'?"

"Yes, that's why I waited until you became an Extraordinary and digested it before telling you this." The lady took another small sip of the green liquid in the cup, "Only your own spirit, spirituality, Your body has improved a lot, and you can hope to resist the pollution that comes with the 'gift', and then control that power bit by bit.

"As time goes by, your spiritual body and mental body will further strengthen, and your body will adapt to the slight changes brought about by the power of the gift, before you consider being a 'mendicant monk'."

For Lumian, the most important thing at the moment is to learn that mysterious dance, to be able to autonomously and incompletely activate the thorn symbol, thereby greatly improving the ability to explore the ruins of dreams, so he no longer thinks about "mendicant monks" ","The person who accepted the contract" nodded slightly and asked seriously:

"Then how should I pray?"

He has learned the dualistic ritual method, but the name of the object of prayer, the field it belongs to, and the corresponding materials are all blank.

"Ahem." The lady coughed uncontrollably.

Then she said seriously:

"What I'm going to say next comes out of my mouth and into your ears. You can't tell anyone else, or you'll hurt them."

Out of my mouth, into your ears... This is a sentence that Aurore likes to write... Has this lady read one of her novels? Lumian responded solemnly:

"OK."

He thought for a moment and then said:

"I don't have to worry about what will happen if I listen to it?"

The lady took a sip of the absinthe and anisette, smiled slightly and said:

"When did you get the illusion that there was nothing wrong with you?"

Lumian was startled for a moment, then looked down at his left chest.

The lady then sneered:

"You were originally one of the people who were about to be severely polluted. Fortunately, the mark left by that great being was activated, and the corresponding power came to you, sealing the source of the pollution and forming a balance.

"Next, you will hold a ceremony to face the power within the seal and pray for the corresponding gifts, which is equivalent to actively accepting a certain degree of pollution.

"So, what are you afraid of having some minor problems after hearing this?"

Why do I feel that the problem is huge the more I listen to it... Lumian is not too confident.

The lady shook her head and smiled:

"Don't worry. When I tell you the corresponding words, I will definitely provide you with a sufficiently private environment and very safe protection. After that, if you want to hold a ceremony, it is best to go to the ruins. There is gray mist there and the blessing of the great being. No As for directly attracting that person's attention.

"And during the period before the ceremony, you messed up every link and description to consolidate it, and tried not to put it all together and think about it completely, otherwise, huh..."

She laughed and did not say the result, but Lumian could imagine what would go wrong.

Seeing that he no longer asked, the lady nodded slightly:

"let us start.

"The first part is 'The power of destiny'.

"It's enough to use it. It corresponds to your black thorn symbol. The complete name of that existence is not something you can understand now. Even I have to keep it secret before I dare to think about it."

For some reason, Lumian felt that the surrounding light was a little darker, but he was not sure.

At this time, the lady restrained all expressions and said seriously:

"The second part is:

"You are the past, the present, and the future;

"You are the cause, the result, and the process..."

As the lady uttered the words one by one, Lumian's head actually became dizzy, and he found that there seemed to be a black wind surrounding him.

The brown surface of the table where his glass of absinthe and pastis was placed squirmed as if it were alive.

There was a snap.

A black insect, as long as an adult's index finger, emerged from the wooden board, and an evil aura instantly spread out.

Before Lumian could clearly see the appearance of the black worm, the cup filled with green liquid in the lady's hand placed down, directly pressing down on the strange creature, crushing it into a puddle of flesh.

Then, the lady took out a patterned napkin, wiped the bottom of the cup, and wrapped the body of the black insect.

She took another sip of absinthe and anise as if nothing had happened, and emphasized:

"Remember, the first and second parts must be recited in ancient Hermetic, but also Giant, Dragon, or Elvish."

Just like the first "I" in the ritual of praying to oneself cannot be used in Hermes... Lumian nodded, indicating that he understood.

He has always been very courageous, but when faced with the strange visions that frequently appeared during the conversation, he was still a little panicked and his heart beat faster. However, the mysterious lady acted as if she just found some impurities during the meal. She continued:

"The third part can be in Hermetic, and the content is:

"I pray to you,

"I pray for your grace,

"I beg you to grant me the power of a dancer.

"Remember, the three sentences are a progressive relationship."

These words did not bring about new changes in the environment, and the originally disturbing and panicky anomalies gradually subsided.

Lumian memorized it carefully, and followed the lady's instructions, shuffling the order and reversing the front and back to avoid any problems.

The lady drank the remaining absinthe and anisette, tasted it with satisfaction and said:

"The rest is almost the same as common ritual magic.

"The corresponding materials are gray amber, tulip, clove and musk. You can choose any two to make candles, and the remaining two can be used as herbs, essential oils, and hydrosols in rituals."

Lumian recalled the dualistic ritual method he had learned, frowned and asked:

"Objects closely related to the gods should be placed in the place that represents the gods. But my thorn symbol is on my chest. I can't peel the skin off, right? Besides, I think it will be useless to peel it off."

That power was sealed in his heart and spirit.

The lady nodded gently:

"Didn't I tell you to make candles?

"When making a candle, take 5 ml of blood from your chest. You can use more or less. Anyway, it will melt into the material and become part of the candle.

"During the ceremony, the candle was placed in the place of the deity. Only one candle was placed.

"Because of your blood, the candle is 'awakened' by the ancient Hermetic language. After becoming a symbol, it will point directly to you, and then cooperate with the subsequent description to stimulate the power sealed in you to a certain extent."

It feels like a special variant of the binary ritual method. Aurore has never mentioned that it can be done like this. Not many people know about it... Lumian thought for a moment and said:

"Can I use perfume containing gray amber?"

He remembered that his sister had it, and that she liked to call gray amber ambergris.

"Okay, use it as essential oil." The lady nodded.

In this case, gray amber was found, and Lilac was also found at home... Lumian thought about where to get tulips and musk.

After much thought, he could only think of three possible places:

One is my sister Aurore. She is a "wizard" and may have prepared relevant materials. The second is the administrator's residence, and the third is the curate's house.

Lumian decided to tell his sister about holding such a ceremony first, break the descriptions into individual words and ask her to teach the corresponding ancient Hermes and Hermes, and asked her if she had any of these materials.

If not, consider elsewhere.

Seeing that the lady was ready to leave, Lumian quickly asked again:

"What on earth is that 'lizard' that came out of the priest's mouth?"

The lady stood up and said with a smile:

"I can't explain it to you."

Why don't you just say you don't want to tell me... Lumian managed to control the change in his expression.

After the lady left, he took out the pen and paper he had brought, wrote down the relevant rituals in the wrong order, and then numbered them in the correct order.
After leaving the old tavern, Lumian searched for the three strangers in the village.

Not long after walking, he heard a clanking sound.

Lumian suddenly smiled and quickly approached the other side. Sure enough, he saw Liya with two bells on her veil and boots, Lain wearing a dark round hat, and her head sprinkled with powder. Valentine.

He wanted to open his arms and shout, "My cabbages, I miss you so much", but he quickly remembered that he had not had any contact with the three strangers in this cycle.

Lumian rubbed his face and became serious.

Then, he walked towards Lai En and others, and said in a low voice as he passed by:

"I know who you are looking for."

Lain, Liya, and Valentine were startled at the same time, looking at this guy in astonishment.

Lumian didn't stop, crossed them, and walked forward.

The three foreigners looked at each other, suppressed their abnormal expressions, and followed behind as if nothing had happened.