Ring of Fate

Chapter 1056 The Witch's Visit (asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
The confluence of the Serenzo River and the Rhine River in the Trier region has created a fertile river valley, with villages and manors dotted among them like gems, forming the most beautiful and expensive necklace in the entire Innis.

The town of Vivaldi is the most marginal town in the Trier region. Both its geographical location and material resources are quite ordinary and have never been taken seriously.

There was no puppet show going on in the small theater in the basement of the Wild Rabbit Café, but there were still twenty or thirty spectators gathered there.

Some of them were obviously townspeople, while others seemed to have just arrived from the surrounding villages, with many spots of mud on their trouser legs.

Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, the cafe owner Dalbero, who was standing in the middle of the stage, looked around and raised the black-and-white photo in his hand and said:
"You have just seen Niel's portrait clearly.

"He tried to betray us, and then the great 'God of Sickness' punished him."

In the photo, a man in his thirties had his eyes wide open, frozen with fear. There were obvious sores on his face, and white bones were visible in many places.

Dalbello is a typical Intis gentleman, with beautiful blue eyes, slightly curly brown short hair, neatly trimmed beard and ruddy but thin face, making him very popular with the ladies.

But at this moment, his expression was unusually gloomy and cold, and his eyes swept across the faces of every believer of the "God of Sickness".

Those who were seen by him could not help but lower their heads and mutter to themselves:

“Welcome the god of disease and drive away illness!

"Welcome the god of disease and drive away the disease!"

Dalbero finally withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly:
"Diseases have long been all over the world. Due to the grace of the great 'God of Disease', they did not devour most humans, but only dealt with those who had betrayed the gods.

"I watched with my own eyes as Niel died in agony and regret, torn apart by an incurable disease.

"You must remember that piety is the best medicine. Only piety can keep you away from disease!"

After completing his daily sermon and accepting offerings from every believer, Dalbero asked the church members to leave in groups to avoid attracting attention.

He then returned to his upstairs bedroom and placed his newfound wealth in a metal safe.

After doing all this, Dalbero was about to walk towards the door when he suddenly saw a strange change in his reflection in the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror quickly turned into a woman wearing a black robe with her hood up.

The woman looked to be about twenty years old, with black hair like a waterfall, each strand was shiny, but a little thicker than normal people. Her eyes were like a lake on the plateau, clear, bright, and dreamy, making Dalbero's soul seem to sink into it.

For a moment, Dalbero forgot his surprise, his vigilance, and his fear. He just watched the lady in the mirror walk out and come in front of him. He felt like his dream had finally come true.

"Oh, the goddess of my dreams, the angel more beautiful than the entire Trier Valley, my soul, my heart, is there anything I can do for you?" Dalbero praised the other party reflexively, expressing the burning passion in his heart.

You Trier people... even if you believe in evil gods, receive gifts, and have your personality altered, it doesn't prevent you from showing off your tail feathers like a peacock in such an occasion? Lumian showed a faint smile:

"You are the 'Disease Bringer'?"

Franka has obtained some information related to the "God of Disease" from "007" and learned the names of multiple gift sequences.

Among them, Sequence 9 is the "patient", also known as the "rotten patient", Sequence 8 is the "secretary", Sequence 7 is the "worm", also known as the "corrupter", Sequence 6 is the "messenger of disease", Sequence 5 is the "son of decay", and Sequence 4 is the "mortal".

Dalbero shuddered suddenly, and relied on his belief in the "god of disease" to break free from the charm of the beauty in front of him.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." He knew he should find a way to break away from the contact, or take sudden action to control the other person, but he couldn't bear to do it.

Lumian raised his lips and said:

"Do you want to hear how I found myself here?

"First, use the 'magic mirror divination' to determine the approximate range, then infiltrate the official authorities to obtain the data of the deaths in recent years, and make a before-and-after comparison. Then, ask the Beyonders who are not easily noticed to go to bars and other places to inquire whether there are any cases of people who have had a serious illness but suddenly recovered in the past few months. Finally, go to the hospital morgue to check on the dead during this period.

“Perhaps it was the blessing of the gods that I was lucky enough to find Niel dead with festering all over his body.

"That doctor and the two nurses are all believers of the 'God of Disease', right? Thanks to them, similar punishments have never been exposed, and there will be no problem in 'helping' to apply for cremation."

Dalbero swallowed hard and complicatedly:
"What do you want to do?"

"I am a witch. You know what a witch is, right?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Dalbero suddenly realized:

"Knowing a little, no wonder..."

No wonder it has such great charm!

Just based on her appearance, figure and temperament, people want to believe in her!

Although the sect has always emphasized that witches are enemies, it is not impossible to establish connections. As long as the current interests are consistent, any forces can cooperate for a short period of time!
"You should also know that our Witch Cult has been classified as a cult by the authorities and has been cracked down on everywhere." Lumian said helplessly, "We can't stay in Trier any longer, so we want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperate?" Dalbero was willing in his heart, but based on his belief in the "God of Disease", he still maintained the most basic vigilance.

“Yes, Yuan Chu hopes to receive the protection of the great ‘God of Disease’ in the future. He is even willing to become the partner of the ‘God of Disease’.” Lumian said with a smile.

Without waiting for Dalbero to respond, he raised his chin slightly and said:
"Report this to your superior. You certainly can't make the decision on this matter."

Dalbero suddenly felt aggrieved, and this gave rise to an impulse:
Kill your boss, become the boss, and then get the qualifications to negotiate cooperation with the beautiful witch in front of you!
How could she look down upon me?

The last bit of reason allowed Dalbero to control himself, and he said sincerely:

"I, I'll find a chance to report."

What he meant was that I couldn't do this under your gaze, and that I had to move to a safer environment.

Lumian nodded slightly and smiled.

"Are you secretly spreading the disease in an attempt to weaken me and control me?"

Dalbero's face instantly turned red, and he stammered and hesitantly said:

“This is just an instinctive choice.

"You came so suddenly that I had to do this."

“I can understand that,” Lumian said with a smile, “but I must remind you that disease has no effect on witches.”

After saying this, his figure suddenly faded and disappeared right in front of Dalbero.

This is just a projection of Lumian coming through the mirror world!
"She is so nice. She even reminded me..." Dalbero looked at the full-length mirror in the room and the place where the witch had just stood with reluctance, and felt that there was still a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

After more than ten or twenty seconds, he barely got rid of his current state. He glanced at the bright sunshine outside, quickly left the master bedroom, went to the study, and opened a secret room.

There was nothing in the secret room. The walls were bare, the paint was mottled, and there were signs of decay.

Dalbero lit a white candle, locked the door of the secret room, and carefully checked the surroundings.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he knelt on his knees and pretended to pray guiltily.

Then, he recited in a language so ancient and ancient that even its meaning seemed to be fading away:
"The messenger of depravity and corruption, the witness of the end of mankind, the child of decay and disease, the palm of the god of decay, the great 'god of disease'..."

He was praying and imploring his boss. The first few sentences were directed at him, but the one about "the sick god" was not - in order to conceal his real name, his boss deliberately used the pseudonym of the god he believed in, saying that he could respond nearby based on the description in the first four sentences and the current environment.

As Dalbero recited devoutly, the secret room, which was already dimly lit by candlelight, became even dimmer. The candle flame flickered and was about to go out.

At the same time, in a room of the house opposite the Wild Rabbit Cafe.

Lumian held up a plain silver mirror and took in the cafe and the building above it.

In reality, people come and go on the street, and there are not many customers in the cafe, but not quite a few either. However, in the mirror, only the corresponding buildings and rooms exist, with no traces of humans or other living things.

No, there is one.

Somewhere in the building in the mirror, in a windowless secret room, Dalbero was kneeling in front of the increasingly dim and fading candlelight, praying devoutly.

In reality, the secret room in the house still exists, but there are no lit candles and no Dalbello.

When Dal Bello finished reciting the honorific name, Lumian immediately felt that some information was trying to emerge from the mirror and establish some kind of mystical connection.

He did not stop it, nor did he exert any influence.

Soon, Dalbero heard a low, hoarse voice:
"whats the matter?"

Dalbero immediately reported:
"A witch found me and sought cooperation on behalf of the witch sect."

"Witch..." Dalbero suddenly heard his boss curse angrily, "Idiot, damn it!"

Uh… before Dalbero could come to his senses, his body began to decay rapidly and severe pain pierced his mind.

He was doomed to die.

But before that, Lumian in the real world had already sensed that a thought was entering the mirror world through the previously established mystical connection and falling towards Dalbero.

He immediately stretched out his right hand and stroked the surface of the silver mirror.

The thoughts from afar immediately left traces in the mirror world.

Franka beside him held another mirror and used it to do a "magic mirror divination" to ask about her own spirituality:
"Where is the source of the traces...

"Where is the source of the traces...

"..."

In the blink of an eye, Franka's mirror reflected a scene:
It was dark and closed, and seemed to be the interior of a coffin, and there seemed to be a corpse that had not yet completely decayed.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month~
(End of this chapter)