Ring of Fate

Chapter 1063 The First Priest

It is both a hidden danger and a risk, and also a variable and an opportunity? I know what the hidden danger and risk are, but where are the variables and opportunities? Lumian did not ask more questions. His spiritual intuition told him that this was a revelation, a picture that Mr. Fool saw in the river of fate, and it could not be explained in detail.

He thought for a moment and said:

"What should I do after this?"

The question is what you should do after finding out what the baby Omybella in Mrs. Pualis's arms is and what Jeddas represents.

The Fool looked at Lumian, his voice still a little erratic:

"Misfortunes need to be kept away from mothers."

Stay away from the mother? Does it mean that I should try not to meet Madam Puaris and baby Omybella again? I can't touch the Great Mother unless the barrier fails. But if the barrier fails, it doesn't matter whether I touch the Great Mother or not... Lumian pondered the true meaning of Mr. Fool's latest revelation.

Suddenly, he thought of more possibilities:

Mother does not necessarily refer only to the "Great Mother", but also to the "Mother Earth" of the Kingdom of Feynapotter!
Does that mean I have to stay away from the "Mother Earth Goddess" and her agents, and not even touch the holy objects that can point to her? After all, as the ancestor of the blood race and the ancient god of the "Moon" path, he has existed for thousands of years as Omybella and the true god of the "Earth" path. Even if he has now lifted the "stealing" and given up the corresponding identity, he must have a very strong mystical connection with Omybella... Lumian nodded thoughtfully:

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

He already had a very in-depth understanding of matters related to Omybella. He had long known that it was Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, who killed Omybella with the help of the ancient sun god, "stole" His identity, and then used the name of Omybella to become the "Mother Goddess of the Earth", playing a very important role in the war a few years ago.

After Mr. Fool indicated that he could leave, Lumian made one last request:
"Can you help me remove the seal on my chest?"

Now that the soul fragments of Aurore and baby Gildas have been initially integrated into themselves, they will not disappear whether they are sealed or not, and the villagers of Cordu Village can finally rest in peace!

They have no hope of resurrection, and can only exist as Lumian's puppet soldiers, which Lumian is unwilling to do.

“Okay.” The Fool agreed to Lumian’s request.

Before Lumian could speak, this great being leaned back in his chair and said in a calm voice:
"In three minutes, the seal will lift on its own."

“Praise you, Mr. Fool!” Lumian stood up, placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

Returning to the real world, Lumian took Franca and Janna, bid farewell to Mr. "Sun", and returned to the luxurious villa in Trier.

After briefly mentioning Mr. Fool’s new revelations and his own understanding, he chose to “teleport” away alone.

His destination was: the village of Cordu, in the province of Leiden, in the region of Liège.

Soon, Lumian's figure was outlined in the "hometown" that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Looking at the blood-red pillar that was not very high but felt like a mountain, and then looking at his own house which was a certain distance away from here, Lumian walked into the circles of buildings surrounding the pillar.

He looked at the remains of houses that had either completely collapsed or been burned, trying to determine what they originally looked like.

As he walked step by step among the ruins, a bright starlight shone on Lumian's chest.

As the starlight dissipated, pieces of brilliant light flew out of his body and fell around, revealing a series of blurry silhouettes.

They were old ladies like Neferria and Naaraiza, Pierre and Guillaume. They gathered together, basking in the midday sun, chatting about various things in the village, or carrying farm tools, busy going home, or teasing children, or chasing and playing, or driving a group of white geese...

The ruins suddenly became lively.

Lumian looked around, but no one paid any attention to him.

Those figures are slowly fading away.

Lumian smiled and nimbly climbed to the top of a nearby building wreckage, lying there with his long black hair piled beside him.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly and a little dazzling, and white clouds were moving slowly above the blue sky.

The smell of spring grass and building stone bricks, along with the sounds of chatting, chasing, and laughing, quickly penetrated Lumian's mind, making him feel warm and drowsy in the sun.

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift away.

The surroundings gradually quieted down and fell into silence.

…………

Trier, in the apartment I rented before.

Lugano, a man of regular features and a sturdy build, was reading the latest medical journal while he put a piece of the cut sausage into his mouth.

In the past month, he has been living a very leisurely life. Not only was his salary paid in advance, but he also had nothing to do.

At the same time, as a real "doctor", it is easy for him to make some money even if he does not open a clinic.

The only problem was that he could still only access the occult circles that he had known about before, and was unable to obtain higher-order potion formulas or corresponding items.

He had also recently discovered that the activities of the occult circle had completely ceased, and that the official power of Trier as a whole was unprecedentedly strong.

"Oh, I want the boss to come back soon, but I'm also afraid of him coming back..." Lugano couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, he saw the door of Lumian's bedroom open, and his long-missed employer walked out, as if he had never left.

"Good evening, boss!" Lugano stood up quickly and greeted reflexively.

Lumian, who had been secretly observing him for some time, nodded slightly:
"I have something for you to do."

Lugano was dazzled by his boss's appearance and asked subconsciously:
"whats the matter?"

The boss seemed to have become much prettier and more charming. What happened... He muttered to himself.

Lumian took out a list:
"You visit each of the people listed above one by one and tell them that you are the benefactor and pastor of the 'sick god'. After that, you will contact them and be responsible for preaching and holding mass.

"Uh..." Lugano was stunned.

Is this a cult?
Lumian smiled:

“Don’t worry, the authorities have acquiesced.

"If the followers of the 'God of Disease' have any diseases, you can cure them. The consultation fee depends on the family situation of the patient. If they have money, you can charge them normally. If they don't, you won't charge them."

The people on this list are all believers of the "God of Sickness" in the city of Trier. The previous gift giver who was in charge of them recently told Lumian in prayer that the extraordinary people of the two major churches are watching them very closely and they dare not contact them rashly.

Lumian responded to them in time and granted them death.

Then, he contacted the Church of Fool, the Church of the Eternal Sun, and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through the Church of Fool, informing them that a saint from the Church of Fool had taken over those believers and would be responsible for transforming them, so they no longer needed to keep an eye on them.

This open and aboveboard approach to poaching believers was finally tacitly approved after private communication and promises were made.

But it was impossible for Lumian to preach by himself and do everything by himself, so he thought of Lugano.

This person is a true "doctor" who can cure illnesses while preaching, truly embodying the authority of the "God of Disease"!

Lugano suddenly realized:
“Has the sick teacher been converted to a regular employee?

“Are you a follower of the ‘God of Sickness’ now?
Lumian glanced at Lugano and said with a smile:
"I am the 'God of Sickness'."

“…” Lugano was stunned again.

“He is also the patron saint of the Church of Fools,” Lumian continued.

Lugano could not hide this matter.

My boss has become a patron saint? A "god of disease"? What am I now? Lugano thought for two seconds in confusion and fear:

“What should I tell those believers?”

Are there Scriptures to be preached and Mass to be celebrated?

Lumian took out another stack of information:
"The 'God of Disease' has now split into the 'God of Plague' and the 'God of Disease'. One is me and the other is Franka. When you preach to those believers, don't mention my and Franka's real names, and don't mention the Church of Fools for now. Just follow what's written on these papers.

"These teachings are still very simple at the moment, and those believers can't understand complicated things. Once they truly believe in me and Franca, we can slowly modify and add to them."

"Yes, Boss, no..." Lugano suddenly knelt on one knee and said with his head down, "Yes, the great Lumian Lee."

This is also an anchor, an anchor that may hide risks... Lumian nodded with satisfaction:
"There are several people on the list who were originally gifted by the 'God of Disease'. I have punished them and they are all dead now. You go to the addresses on the list to collect their bodies and take away their ill-gotten gains.

"You should use my and Franca's names to return this money to the believers, especially those who are in difficult circumstances. The rest can be used as your missionary funds.

"After that, do not ask believers to donate again, but if they offer to donate and the money they donate will not affect their family's life, do not refuse.

"After you finish this, I will help you find the next sequence of potion formulas and the corresponding extraordinary materials."

Lugano, who was still kneeling on one knee, was delighted and blurted out:
"Praise you, the great Lumian Lee!"

Lumian motioned for him to stand up and said:
"Franka and I are both Sequence 3 Saints. Our honorific names are in the information. 'God of Plague' is me, and 'God of Disease' is her. If you need anything later, please contact us by reciting our honorific names."

"As you wish," Lugano responded quickly.

Seeing the boss preparing to leave, he instinctively asked:

"How is Ludwig now? You must be very busy and don't have time to take care of him. If he is very hungry, he may eat people."

Is this the "Mother" path? Lumian muttered to himself, then smiled and said:

"Don't worry about him, he will now cook his own food using the ingredients we prepared."

And, next, Ludwig will have a big meal.

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(End of this chapter)