Ring of Fate

Chapter 1053 Response
Lumian thought about the faith-related information provided by the Tarot Club and said carefully:

"This should be the mystical manifestation of the anchor of faith and the result of chanting the honorable name."

"Oh oh oh, I received their prayers..." Franka suddenly realized.

She then said:
"Fortunately, we are now one with the mirror. Our consciousness is both inside and outside the mirror. We can let the self in the mirror take charge of handling the believers' affairs without affecting our daily life and combat status. Otherwise, if someone suddenly prays for us in the middle of a fierce battle, it would easily distract our attention and cause accidents.

"But, I think that Sequence 3 of some pathways should be able to effectively use this kind of prayer to temporarily strengthen themselves. The 'Sun' pathway?"

"'War Bishop'." Lumian smiled. "Within a certain range, the more anchors there are, the stronger the 'War Bishop' is. His soldiers are his anchors."

Franca nodded, looked at the spots of light with interest, listened to the illusory voices, and wanted to know what the believers were praying for.

“I have always been in good health…

“The whole family is safe…

“Business is going well…

“Don’t venture into danger at sea…

"Away from chaos and war...

"These are just routine prayers. I can't respond or help. They're too vague." Franka muttered to herself.

She glanced at Lumian.
"The power of your destiny can actually come into play. There is nothing that good luck or good fortune cannot solve.

"Why don't you come here to curse your enemies?"

At this point, Franca was stunned for a moment:
"There was a man who prayed to be healed of his disease...

"I am a professional at making people sick, but curing illness is not a witch's right..."

Jana thought for a moment and said:
"Don't we still have some healing potion that Mr. Moon gave us? Let's try that."

There are 11 bottles left in Lumian's "Traveler's Bag", and two bottles each on Franca, Janna and Anthony.

"That's right. No one stipulates that the patron saint cannot use external forces." Franka immediately took out a bottle of potion from the "traveler's bag".

While recalling the occult information provided by the Tarot Club, she imitated the contents described therein and the knowledge in the textbooks before the time travel, magnified the corresponding prayer light spot, and extended the invisible witch spider silk into it, quietly inserting it into the believer's nostrils and reaching the stomach.

During this process, she used the power of "petrification" to paralyze the flesh and blood that the spider silk touched, in order to prevent the person praying from noticing anything unusual.

Then, Franka unscrewed the cap of the healing potion and let the liquid inside flow along the spider silk to the finish line.

After doing all this, she retracted the spider silk and lifted the paralysis.

The praying man in plain and patched clothes suddenly felt his stomach become a little heavier, as if he had drunk a glass of water without realizing it.

He paid no attention, finished his prayer, and continued to listen until the half-giant bishop finished his sermon and distributed Holy Communion.

At this moment, the believer made a surprised sound:
"what……"

Seeing the people around him looking at him, he said in confusion and joy:
“My spirit has improved, my body has relaxed…

"My illness is cured!"

He finally came to his senses, and with a bit of fanaticism, he said to his fellow believers who were looking at him:
“I just prayed to Saint Franca for healing from my illness!

“She favored me!

"Praise you, the guardian of disease and plague, the great Franka Roland!"

Franka, who was watching from the corner, was embarrassed but secretly delighted when she heard this:
It feels good to help others!

It feels good to receive genuine praise from others!

After the group of believers left St. Franca Church, Franca lowered her voice and said to Lumian and Janna:

"I can't always rely on healing potions, can I? Since my honorific name includes the words 'the custodian of disease and plague', I'm sure you'll need to pray for this in your future prayers."

Without waiting for her two companions to respond, Franka muttered to herself:
"Sequence 4 can actually create its own unique plague or mystical pathogen. I want to invent a mystical pathogen whose characteristic is to devour other pathogens. The effect it brings to humans is sleepiness, fatigue, or laziness for a period of time. This can cure most diseases of ordinary people except for mutations of their own bodies..."

"If you succeed, this can be used in battles with other witches." Lumian was looking forward to the mystical pathogen that Franka described.

Of course, this is just an idea, and it is still unknown whether it can be created in the end.

Franka thought seriously for a while, then suddenly smiled and said:

"There is another disease that the witch can cure."

"What?" Janna asked curiously.

"That part of his body is dysfunctional." Franka said with a self-deprecating and emotional "tsk", "Just throw a 'Charm' over there, it's effective for a certain period of time, it can't be cured permanently, damn, what the hell is this..."

Lumian and Janna were silent for a moment.

Franca thought for a moment and said:
"When I was promoted that day, I felt that there were more than just you two anchors, there were some others, it seemed, it seemed like they were from the market area..."

"The dancers and streetwalkers you took care of? Especially those whose lives were changed by learning drama performance?" Janna realized something.

"This is also a kind of anchor..." Franca said with emotion, "This is called good people are rewarded. However, the Savoy Party is gone. After we were forced to leave the market area, their situation must have become worse, so they will miss the past. I will go back to the market area next time and find the people who are currently leading the relevant matters to 'convince' them and control them. It's a pity that this is Trier and there is no way to completely solve this problem. If I don't have to stay in Trier in the future, I will find a place to build a new society!"

As promised, Franca and Janna quickly left the church and headed for the market area.

Lumian did not follow them, fearing that this would divide the anchor between Franca and Janna.

He chose to take a carriage to the suburbs to see St. Lumian's Church.

On the way, dozens of light spots suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and illusory prayers echoed in his ears.

"My preaching has also begun..." Lumian nodded imperceptibly and browsed through the prayers of different believers.

Just like what Franka said just now, most of these are empty, difficult to achieve, and daily prayers. Lumian has no idea of ​​using the power of the realm of destiny to help change his luck for the time being.

While browsing, he found a relatively special prayer.

This is not actually a prayer, but an old woman telling her patron saint about her regrets:
When she was young, her family was poor and she had no money to take photos. By the time her family's financial situation improved, she was old and could not relive her youth and have that period of her life recorded.

"I also regret that I didn't cherish those first few years in Cordu Village..." Lumian thought for a moment and decided to respond to this prayer.

He magnified the corresponding light spot and saw the old lady with obvious wrinkles on her face, wearing a conservative black dress.

Lumián immediately saw a series of mirrored worlds, reflecting the old lady at different times. There was her when she was young, innocent, youthful, mature, and kind...

Lumian, sitting in the carriage, quickly chose the trace in the mirror who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The wrinkles on the old lady's face who was praying shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her skin quickly became shiny.

This is an application of the "ageless" trait, but when used on other people, it can only last for a short period of time, no more than half an hour. After all, the mystical connection is only an illusory trace in the mirror, which is unreal and unstable.

To Lumian, this was half temporary rejuvenation and half mirror illusion.

When the old lady turned back to her 17 or 18-year-old appearance, Lumian delivered a message in a female voice:
"ASAP."

The old lady suddenly came out of her prayer state, not knowing where the beautiful female voice with a hint of coldness and lowness came from.

"You, you..." Everyone around her widened their eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" the old lady asked the church members in confusion.

The next second, she found that her voice became quite sweet, just like when she was young.

“You, you, you…” The church members nearby were still speechless, but someone handed over a mirror.

The old lady looked in the mirror and froze in her seat.

Isn't this me when I was young?
How is this going?

Am I rejuvenated?

Was my prayer to Saint Lumian answered?
As her thoughts raced, the old lady recalled the female voice she had just heard:

"ASAP."

She suddenly understood something, stood up abruptly, and said to the church members around her with a smile:
“I’m going to take pictures!”

She quickly squeezed out of the area and walked quickly towards the church door.

As she walked, she lifted her skirt and started to jog, running faster and faster, just like when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, running desperately for a job opportunity.

She ran to the nearest photo studio and sat in front of the backdrop.

Click, a ray of light came on, freezing a youthful and bright smile.

Inside a moving carriage.

After responding to the prayer, Lumian seriously thought about the question of the "witch's" anchor of faith:

"'War Bishop' is simple. Just recruit soldiers and train a team, and that's it...

"Most of the abilities of 'witches' are biased towards disasters, so it's hard to use them in a positive way to recruit followers... The 'immortal witches' of the witch sect probably rely on seduction, charm, and the fear caused by disasters...

"In the early days of faith, instilling fear in people was a way to develop followers, the most standard way...

"But since we are affiliated with the Church of Fools, we can't do this...

"fear……"

Lumian suddenly thought of a sect that deliberately spread fear of disease:

"Sick education"!
His eyes, like the lakes on the plateau, suddenly lit up:
"Is it possible to take over the 'Sick Cult', purge all the gift-givers who have been contaminated by the evil god, and then steal the faith pointing to the evil god and tamper with it to some extent?

"This is a bit similar to the part about the Church of the Sea God in the Holy Scripture... This can also weaken the influence of the corresponding evil god on the real world..."

(End of this chapter)