Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 114

There is a working quarry on the hill southeast of the Candide Market area.

After Lumian came out of the Breeze Ballroom, he searched for a suitable homeless man and finally came here.

At this time, it was getting dark, and the lamplighters lit up the gas street lamps all over the streets one after another. In comparison, the quarry, which had finished its busy day, was plunged into darkness, and no firelight could be seen.

In the above-ground part of the quarry, there were several gypsum furnaces, and around them, many homeless people lay scattered.

Lumian gathered his energy, concentrated his attention, and observed their fortunes one by one.

Finally, he found a target that fit his needs.

It was a male homeless man with his back leaning against a plaster furnace. His shirt, trousers and jacket were all in tatters and were stained dark brown by the soil. His cheeks were sunken and he was so thin that he was almost out of shape. His hair and beard were messy and long. Almost connected.

His eyes were half closed and his breathing was weak, giving people the feeling that he might die at any time.

According to the fortune Lumian just observed, this homeless man is indeed close to the end of his life and will die within the next two or three days.

He walked up to the opponent, squatted down, took out the bottle of gas that Franca named the occult smelling salts from the pervert Hudsey, unscrewed the cap, and put it towards the target's nose.

He and Franka have already distributed Rentas's "relics": the gun and coins worth 212 fel gold belong to him, and the rest belongs to Franka.

Ah sneeze! The homeless man sneezed twice and opened his eyes.

He looked weakly at Lumian, who was wearing a blue worker's uniform and a dark peaked cap, and asked doubtfully: "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

Lumian replied calmly: "I am a worker passing by. I feel that you are about to die. I came up to confirm."

The homeless man didn't think there was any problem with Lumian's explanation, because in the Republic of Intis, anyone who reports a dead body to the government or the two major churches will receive a certain bonus so that they can respond accordingly. Personnel promptly decontaminated or sent the body to be burned into ashes.

The bonus was not much, only about 1 ferkin, but for the lower class people, no matter how small the additional income was, it was still a surprise.

The beard on the homeless man's face trembled, as if he was trying to force a smile: "Your guess is not wrong. I also feel that I am about to die. Please come and see me in the next two days to avoid being robbed of your bonus."

Perhaps it was the stimulation of the occult smelling salts, or perhaps the topic of death, that made the homeless man briefly excited. His speech was no longer choppy, and his words became clearer.

"Do you still have a family?" Lumian, squatting in front of the homeless man, put away the occult smelling salts and asked casually.

The tramp was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head: "No more, no more. If you like my clothes, take them away when I die."

"All your family members died?" Lumian asked about this matter.

The beard on the homeless man's face swayed with the twisting of his muscles, and his voice revealed the pain that could not be hidden: "Dead, they are all dead, my parents did not live past the age of forty-five, and my brother died During the war a few years ago, my sister died of illness, and her child became a child laborer. He became hunched at the age of ten and died of exhaustion in a textile factory..."

The tramp didn't seem to be answering Lumian's question, but more like reminiscing about the past before his death. He rambled on: "I was originally a quarry worker, and they all praised me for my strength. , later, a gentleman thought that I was very diligent and could endure hardships, and taught me how to set off detonators and how to blow up rocks. My salary increased, my life began to get better, and I got a wife who could also endure hardships. , had three lovely children, but in the end only one survived, and that was my little angel, my daughter. "The year everyone protested against food prices, my body suddenly collapsed and I fell seriously ill.

"My wife and my

My daughter spent a lot of money and owed a lot of debt, and finally cured me, but I also lost my job. We were forced by loan sharks every day, and my little angel was forcibly taken away by them. I and I His wife was looking for her like crazy. A few weeks later, we saw her body. She could not bear the torture of those men and ended her life.

"My wife wanted to go to the police, but they beat her to death and threw her somewhere. I was also beaten until I passed out, but I didn't die and am still alive today..."

After Lumi listened quietly, he asked in a low voice: "What is your wish?"

The tramp laughed "haha" Wish?

"My biggest wish was that when I got sick, I could have died within a few days."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "You don't want revenge?"

The homeless man said with drowsiness in his eyes: "Those loan sharks were killed by other gangs, and now there are several other groups doing loan sharks."

He finally remembered Lumian's question just now, and said in an erratic voice: "If I die later, I think, I want to eat another meat pie. I remember that every weekend in those years, my wife would buy it by herself. Meat, add flax seeds and vinegar, make a meat sauce, and put it into bread. My daughter loves it very much, and I also like it very much."

Lumian nodded, stood up, and walked towards the street below the hill.

About three-quarters of an hour later, he returned to the plaster oven with a Rouen meat pie that exuded a rich aroma.

The homeless man seemed to be about to fall into coma again, and Lumian once again used occult smelling salts to wake him up.

The tramp sneezed a few times, took the Rouen meat pie with a straight look, and quickly bit into it, his beard was stained with a layer of oil. After eating less than half, he gasped and asked with a smile: "Young man, what do you want to do?"

"I will give you a knife later. It may cause your death tonight." Lumian said straightforwardly.

The homeless man laughed and asked weakly: "Aren't you afraid of the police?"

"I'm not afraid of death. I should have died long ago. Do you know? Every winter, I sleep in the gypsum furnace here. After it has been running for a day, it still retains a comfortable warmth that will last until the sun is about to rise. time, but the remaining gas inside was poisonous and might make me die in my sleep, so I didn't wait."

Lumian smiled and said, "I don't think the police would care how a homeless man died, as long as it wasn't obviously murdered."

The tramp didn't say any more, he ate all the remaining Rouen meatloaf and burped.

After more than ten seconds, he adjusted his sitting position and said, "You can start."

Lumian took out the fallen mercury with strange and layered patterns, and stabbed the back of the homeless man's hand with it. A little blood spilled out, staining the tip of the knife red.

At the same time, Lumian saw the mercury-colored illusory river again. His purpose in finding a dying homeless man was to exchange for a more practical destiny.

This is not to say that the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" is not powerful. On the contrary, it can have a fatal or even fatal effect on many human beings, and it is very persistent. But the problem is that it takes a long time to work - exchanging fates can often be completed within a few minutes, but when the Montsuri ghost will find its target is purely random. Maybe it will attack in ten or twenty minutes, maybe it will take three or four months.

In other words, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" is not suitable for raids or encounters.

Moreover, with the experience and lessons brought by Maggot's death, Lumian's target of this hunting "Black Scorpion" Roger will definitely be wary of similar things. Once he is stabbed by "Fallen Mercury", he will not directly Death will most likely ask "Mrs. Moon" for help. Lumian is not sure whether the lady with true divinity can prevent the ghost of Montsuri. If he can, then his action will be a complete failure.

Based on this consideration, he planned to exchange the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" in advance and choose a fate that was more effective in raids and assassinations, so as to make Roger the "Black Scorpion" die suddenly on the spot. There was no way Help...

As his thoughts flashed, Lumian "saw" one scene after another: that was the homeless man sleeping in the plaster furnace, that was the homeless man who was beaten into coma, that was the homeless man who had just fainted recently, That was the homeless man who was kneeling in front of his daughter’s body and had a complete mental breakdown. That was the homeless man who was sharing homemade meatloaf with his wife and daughter. That was the homeless man who was carefully measuring and checking the explosives that he finally planted...

Lumian did not try to provoke the fate of the homeless man who was destined to die within two or three days. It was too heavy and could not be pried away by "fallen mercury". Even "the art of transshipment" could not change such a fate. .

The only way Lumian can think of is to use the "Substitution Technique" to find a condemned prisoner to replace the homeless man, live as him for a period of time until he is recognized by the people around him, and then complete the ritual and replace it with the death of the condemned prisoner. The death of a homeless man, but this requires two or three weeks or even longer to prepare, which is simply too late.

Lumian, who had a lot of experience, made a little judgment and chose the fate of the homeless man who recently fainted due to physical collapse.

It broke away from the long river of mercury, condensed into a drop of liquid, and penetrated into the blade of "fallen mercury". In contrast, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" was transferred to the homeless man from the very beginning.

Lumian took back the silver-black evil dagger. It was clean and not stained with any blood. The wound on the back of the homeless man's hand was very shallow, and it seemed that it would scab over in a short time.

"That's it?" the homeless man asked doubtfully. He was ready to be killed on the spot.

"Yes." Lumian stood up and left the hill.

Late at night, the homeless man who had shrunk into the plaster furnace suddenly convulsed several times and died of suffocation.

Across from 126 Market Avenue.

Lumian, who returned here, leaned against the shadow of a gas street lamp and looked at the target building. Beside him, Franka, wearing a black robe and a hood, walked out of the darkness.

"How is it?" Lumian asked, turning his head sideways without any surprise.