MTL - Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability-Chapter 52 deep into the ruins

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"It's all your fault!

"It's all your fault!

"damn it!

"Son of a bitch!"

Guillaume Benet kept punching the air in front of him with his fists, as if there was an invisible creature standing there.

His expression was full of hatred, and his inner emotions were unabashedly vented.

Aurora deepened the darkness of her eyes, and directed "Blank Paper" to look at the void hit by the priest.

There was nothing there, no indescribable beings, no transparent illusory existences, nothing but air.

"This is dissatisfaction with a certain person for a long time, and he dare not express it in person." Lumian "tsk" from the side, "Who is he blaming?"

Aurora shook her head, and replied casually:

"It may be the bishop who is suppressing him, preventing him from being promoted to the **** rank and gaining extraordinary power, or it may be someone who tempted him to convert to the hidden existence, hoping to obtain gifts and become stronger..."

She felt that the priest of the church, as the deacon of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church, presided over a powerful figure in a rural church, it was not so easy to establish a connection with a hidden existence by his own efforts.

For incidents involving extraordinary power, he will definitely ask the church in the Darliege area for assistance, and the corresponding magical items and witchcraft notes must also be handed over to the referee for safekeeping or even sealed, and will not be left in the church in Kordu Village, let alone The most important thing is that it is considered good if he can master the ancient Feysac language. Hermes, elf language and other languages ​​that can mobilize supernatural power are not accessible to him as a deputy deacon. It has long been confirmed that he is not born with high spirituality, the kind of person who accidentally provokes evil things.

So, without someone's "teaching", how can the priest use to contact the hidden existence?

Of course, Aurora did not rule out the possibility that Guillaume Benet accidentally obtained mystical items and did not hand them in.

Hearing her sister's words, Lumian laughed:

"Aren't the priests allowed to scold that secret existence?

"He dared to make Saint Sith wronged, and it is not impossible to blame that hidden existence behind his back to seduce himself."

After mocking Guillaume Benet, Lumian seriously analyzed:

"I was thinking about why the priest of the church suddenly fell down. After thinking about it, I think there are two suspects, er, the suspects. One is Mrs. Puares. She is obviously very powerful, whether it is Louise who gave birth to a child in the castle. Lund, or the woman suspected to be her surrounded by undead in the wilderness, all show that she is not simple, involving abnormal ways and secret existence, and as one of Mrs. Puares's affair objects, the priest of the church was killed by her Seduction is normal.

"correct…"

Lumian slapped his head violently.

"What's wrong?" Aurora didn't know what his younger brother thought of.

Lumian replied with a serious face:

"Do you think the curate ever bore a child to Madame Pouaris?"

"..." Aurora is regretting now, regretting that she believed her brother's performance, thinking that she had discovered something important.

She asked angrily:

"Who told you that Louis Lund's child belonged to Mrs. Puares?

"What if it belongs to Beost, the administrator? What if it is someone who exists secretly? No, no, if it is, you will explode and become a monster when you see that scene."

"I just think that when the administrator and Mrs. Puares are together, Mrs. Puares is obviously more dominant." Before the cycle started, Lumian felt that the administrator, Beost, was a bit weak , can't teach the housekeeper well, and can't look down on his wife, and when she appears with Mrs. Puares, she always has the feeling of pleasing the latter.

Lumian originally thought that the administrator loved his wife very much, but now he has a new guess:

"Do you think the magistrate will be another fertility tool for Mrs. Puares?"

"Maybe." Aurora rubbed his forehead, "The world of occultism really opened my eyes. Many bridges that only exist in novels and imaginations have been realized in this way, in a distorted way..."

After sighing, she said to herself:

"It seems that not one or two children were born in the castle. Where did the children go?"

Lumian thought for a while and said that he had no way of guessing.

He also didn't dare to suggest sneaking into the castle and conducting a detailed search. After witnessing what happened to Louis Lund and the wilderness, he subconsciously wanted to avoid Mrs. Puares' line.

The same is true for Aurora, both siblings have a deep fear of Mrs. Puares.

At this time, the priest, who had vented for a while, walked to the table in the room, poured a small glass of red wine, and drank it down.

He let out a long breath, put down the tall glass, and walked to the bed.

It wasn't until the priest's breathing eased and he seemed to have fallen asleep that Lumian laughed and said:

"Did you sleep so early?

"I thought he would find another mistress, well, he doesn't smoke in private."

This is inferred from the absence of cigarette cases, pipes and other items in the bedroom.

"The wine is only a taste, and everyone says he is normal." Aurora laughed "hehe".

She let the "blank paper" observe for a while, and ordered it to return when she saw that there was nothing to gain. She turned her head to Lumian and said:

"You only mentioned one suspect just now, how about another one?"

"That sneaky owl that can only peek!" Lumian said his speculation, "It may be that it led the priest to find the legacy of the wizard in the legend."

"Hmm." Aurora felt that the possibility was not small.

Lumian then suggested:

"The next time that owl comes to see me, we'll catch it and torture it."

"Are you sure you can beat an owl that has lived for an unknown number of years?" Aurora laughed.

"Isn't there you?" Lumian put on a tall hat for her sister.

Aurora let out a "huh":

"Together, we don't have much hope of success.

"Uh... But you can try it. If you don't do anything, you won't find anything. It's a waste of time. Well, the premise is that it doesn't affect the arrival of the twelfth night. That's the key."

Lumian nodded heavily.

Seeing that his face was already exhausted and pale, Auror reached out to catch the "blank paper" that flew back, and ordered:

"You practiced spiritual vision too many times today, you can go to sleep, take care of yourself, and continue tomorrow."

She thought for a while and added:

"Tomorrow morning, I will teach you Hermes, which is relatively the simplest among the several supernatural languages. In the afternoon, you go to Pierre Berry and ask him to buy you a drink. I will take the opportunity to go to his sheepfold and talk to the three Let’s communicate with each other to see if we can get useful information.”

She felt that this was the easiest line to investigate at present.

"Will it be too dangerous?" Lumian asked, who had already got up.

Aurora smiled and comforted her younger brother:

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fight and kill, and I don't plan to immediately find a way to help them restore their human status, so as not to trigger possible alarms. I'm just going to communicate with them in plateau language. They should know something."

Lumian nodded:

"I went to the old tavern tomorrow afternoon. I plan to 'get to know' those three foreigners. They are trustworthy helpers."

Of course, the premise is that the identities of the siblings as wild Beyonders are not revealed.

"Okay." Aurora agreed with his younger brother's choice.

...

In the faint gray fog, Lumian woke up on the bed in the dream bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, he found that the gold coins, silver coins, copper coins on his body, as well as the ax and steel fork beside him were all missing.

The dream ruins also started a new cycle.

I have to pick it up again... Lumian muttered as he left the bedroom and entered the study.

He picked up the little blue book on the table, flipped through it casually, and saw that many words had been cut out.

"Sure enough, it's the letter I sent for help..." Lumian didn't have any emotional ups and downs about this.

Moreover, he suspected that it was "sent" under Aurora's guidance. After all, he had no common sense of mysticism at the time, and he would most likely choose to find a reliable messenger or wait for the postman.

Thinking of the postman, Lumian realized that the guy who came once a week was not in the cycle.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that this was normal. After receiving the help letter and confirming that there was something abnormal in Kordu Village, the officials should find some kind of excuse to prevent ordinary people from entering Kordu.

Lumian casually looked around, trying to see if there were any boxes that could store letters missing, but he couldn't remember how many similar things Aurora had in his collection, so he quickly gave up trying.

On the premise of not affecting the action, Lumian added some clothes and pants, took the iron black axe, and went out of the house again, into the wilderness full of cracks, towards the ruins surrounding the dark red "mountain". go.

With previous experience, he easily dealt with the two monsters he was familiar with, put on his back the shotgun, hung up the cloth bag with lead bullets, and put away all kinds of coins.

Lumian cautiously sneaked forward, intentionally not choosing the path he had taken, and going deeper in another direction—he felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to deal with the monster with three faces on its head.

As he passed through the collapsed buildings in the thin gray mist, he sniffed while concentrating.

He smelled a very faint smell of blood.

After thinking for a while, Lumian sneaked towards the place where the smell of blood came out along the shadows.

Not long after, he hid in a hidden space on the top of a certain half-collapsed house, looking somewhere ahead through a large gap between several stones.

On the wasteland without weeds, between several completely collapsed and messy buildings, there is a mass of flesh and blood wriggling there.

The flesh and blood were mixed with some yellow fat, and the whole looked like a creature had been crushed by a falling boulder.

It still has vitality, slowly crawling towards a certain building.

"How to deal with this monster? Behead it? It doesn't even have a head..." Lumian fell into deep thought.

At this moment, a few dark, obviously elastic "thick ropes" covered with fleshy membranes came out from nowhere and bound the lump of flesh and blood.