Ring of Fate

Chapter 1050 Honorable Name
Lumian took the paper and pen from Franka and said with a smile:

"When you really become the protector of certain people and things in the future, it won't be too late to add corresponding descriptions. After all, every demigod can have many descriptions, but not all of them will be used."

He then used a fountain pen to write the last words of his honorific name on the surface of the paper:
"The great Lumian Lee."

Then, he smiled at Franca and Janna:
"The first sentence has to take advantage of Mr. Fool's status."

As he spoke, he wrote down his first name:
"Mr. Fool's chariot."

Without waiting for Janna and Franca to speak, he joked to himself:

"Continue to rub the second sentence, rub '0-01'."

"The agent of the God of War?" Franka blurted out.

“No.” Lumian shook his head. “Ms. Magician said before that the title of ‘God of War’ refers to both ‘0-01’ and ‘Red Angel’ Medici. If I say that I am the agent of the God of War, He might laugh so hard that He can’t close His mouth. Isn’t this giving Him away for nothing?”

"Change it to the agent of the Lord of War? Anyway, all of these will point to '0-01'." Janna made her own suggestion.

“I think we should be more conceptual and try to eliminate the influence of the Red Angel as much as possible.” Lumian thought for a few seconds and wrote on the paper, “The agent of chaos and war.”

Seeing this description, Franca suddenly laughed:
"If you really want to rub it, you can continue to rub it. Let me count:

"The heir of the Blood Emperor, the son of the Great Mother, the friend of the Underworld Man, the one who worships the top existences of the two paths of disaster...

"Tsk, forget about these. If you really add it as your honorific name, you might die on the spot."

"There's not enough room for so many people in one room." Lumian glanced at Franca and responded to her with an old joke.

Lumian, holding the pen, said:
"I thought of the third honorific name before I went to bed."

"What is it?" Franca asked curiously.

Lumian did not answer her, but wrote down a description:
"A man with two bodies made of fire and ice."

"The person with the two bodies..." Janna read out the following noun, and suddenly realized that this was a preparation for Auror's more resurrections, so that the corresponding anchor could also point to her.

"The double refers to you and Aurore, as well as the female 'witch', the male 'hunter', and the self outside the mirror and the self inside the mirror. Wonderful!" Franka exclaimed sincerely, "Flame and frost correspond to the abilities of 'hunter' and 'witch' respectively, and the casting of a person by fire and ice is bound to be accompanied by intense pain. Without sufficient obsession and strong will, it cannot be supported. This also refers to your experience along the way to becoming your current appearance..."

As she spoke, Franka closed her mouth.

Then, she sighed in a pretentious manner, patted Lumian's shoulder and said:
"It will be fine!"

"Yeah," Jenna said hopefully.

“After reconciling with myself, I’m actually in a much better state.” Lumian laughed and looked at the papers on the table. “I think the fourth sentence reflects my current characteristics of the highest sequence, and also points out the difference between me and most Beyonders of the Witch and Hunter paths.”

"You have abilities that are a combination of two paths, the most representative of which is 'Fire of Destruction'." Franka thought for a moment and said, "And the most intuitive characteristic of the 'Immortal Witch' sequence is immortality."

Lumian nodded slightly and wrote carefully:

"The immortal saint holding destruction in his hands?"

"'Holding', even though 'holding' reminds me of a beautiful witch with her hands outstretched, holding the black flame of destruction, but 'the immortal saint holding destruction' sounds better." Franka imagined the corresponding scene.

"That's fine." Lumian accepted Franka's suggestion.

Finally, his honorific name was determined to be:
"Mr. Fool's chariot, the agent of chaos and war, the man with two bodies made of fire and ice, the immortal saint holding destruction, the great Lumian Lee."

Putting the pen away, Lumian said to himself:
"I suddenly thought of a hellish joke. I can also add 'Protector of Cordu Village' to my honorific name."

Janna and Franca looked at each other and both felt that Lumian's mental and spiritual state was indeed better.

"Okay, we can summon the messenger of Lady Judgment and tell her our two names. Ask her to contact the Church of Knowledge on our behalf and try to get a chance to go to the City of Exile as soon as possible. Well, once the time is confirmed, I can go and borrow the Gift of the Earth. That sealed object is too dangerous, and I can only use it for a short time." Lumian said the second half of the sentence to Janna.

He knew that although Janna looked calm on the surface, she was actually quite anxious inside.

Apparently, Jana wants to become the Witch of Despair before Julian returns to Trier, which is only a week away.

"Okay." Franca didn't delay.

After sending a letter to Ms. Judgment and Ms. Hermit through the corresponding messengers, the three "witches" waited for a possible reply from Ms. Judgment.

Franka looked out the window at the lights that were just coming on, and said with some emotion:
“The scenery here is beautiful and the environment is great, but I always feel a little bored living here.”

This luxurious villa was just given to them by Ms. Justice yesterday as a bonus for the mission of awakening Mr. Fool.

Franka also moved her belongings, especially the small analytical machine, here, and announced her return in the telegram group last night.

"Boring?" Janna was a little confused.

Franka smacked her lips and said:

“Maybe I just don’t like living in a villa area.

“I like that there are many shops downstairs and many vendors gather in the morning, but I have to sleep in a room far away from the street to avoid being disturbed by my sleep.

"If you want to eat something, you can go downstairs and buy it at any time. When you have nothing to do, you can stand by the living room window and watch the children chasing and playing, watch how the vendors do business, and see what stories the passers-by will tell. Sometimes, you can even rely on the hearing of the Beyonder to vaguely hear some gossip and rumors..."

Franka's voice gradually became lower, as if she was lost in the scene.

After a few seconds, she sighed and said self-deprecatingly:

"It's good to live here. At least when fighting, we don't have to worry about innocent people being affected."

"With the ability range of a saint, it's difficult." Lumian reminded.

To this, Franka could only respond with a short interjection:
"Hey……"

Soon, Lady Judgment replied to them through the jellyfish-like messenger Ongra:

"The communication with the Church of Knowledge will produce results tomorrow at the earliest and the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow..." Lumian nodded and laughed, "Then I have nothing to do for the time being. I have some free time."

He then left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Then he walked into the study, took out a few popular novels and a pile of recent newspapers and magazines, came to the living room, and began to read under the bright crystal gas chandelier, looking very leisurely.

"Why do you look at these?" Franca asked curiously.

Lumian did not hide anything and smiled with a sigh:
"My conversation with Mr. Fool and the exchanges during my self-reconciliation have made me realize some things. Since the end of the road has been determined, it could be the end of the world or the resurrection of Auror. If there is really nothing urgent during this journey, then I should be kinder to myself."

Yes, Lumian Lee also has the right to enjoy life! The smile on Jenna's face gradually bloomed.

She extended her right hand to Lumian:

"Can I invite you to the play or the opera tonight?"

"Okay." Lumian reached out and touched Jenna's hand.

Janna turned to look at Franca:

"Can I still invite you?"

"Of course, I thought I had to go by default." Franca tried to smile, but her smile was very bright.

Janna looked at Anthony, who was also reading a newspaper in the living room.

Anthony put down the newspaper, cleared his throat and said:

"I won't go. I've been in the dream city for more than half a month. I haven't been in touch with many intelligence channels in reality for a long time. I've already made an appointment tonight."

"Okay." Jana then said to Ludwig, who was waiting for the stew to be ready in the kitchen, "You have to go."

Otherwise no one is watching him!
Ludwig only posed one question:
“Is there any food in the theater?”

"I can give you food similar to candy, but the kind that you can't make any noise when you eat it." Janna said with a smile.

Franka said to Ludwig:

"You really should see more. Life is not just about eating."

Ludwig gave her a look that said "I don't think so".

Speaking of eating, Franka suddenly got excited:
"How about having hot pot tomorrow?"

"Does Trier have all the ingredients for hot pot base?" Janna looked at Ludwig.

Without waiting for Ludwig's response, Franka said happily:
"You can eat another version of hot pot, bone soup, which is not that complicated. The dipping sauce is made with garlic, Feneport pepper, salt, etc. It is equally delicious. If you want spicy food, add spicy food. If you don't want it, don't add spicy food. It's your choice.

"Well, the soup base is made with pork bones or beef bones, with a few common spices and mushrooms..."

Hearing this, Lumian, Anthony, and Janna said in unison:

"Forget about the mushrooms!"

After discovering that they had the same "opinions", the three of them burst into laughter.

"Gurgle." Ludwig, who was made greedy, swallowed his saliva.

This made Franca laugh too.

Laughter echoed throughout the living room.

…………

When they came back from the opera, it was already late at night, and Franca walked briskly back to her bedroom.

In one corner of the bedroom stood the small analytical machine connected to the mechanical typewriter and the radio transceiver.

"Let's chat for a while before going to sleep." Franca walked to the front of the complex machine and said silently to herself, "How can I tell '007' and the others in a tactful and non-ostentatious way that I am already a respectable person?

"Oh, right, first summon the messenger of Ms. Hela and request a real-life meeting!"

(End of this chapter)