Ring of Fate

Chapter 1066 Helper (Thanks to halfhorn for the silver reward)
Hearing the words of Ms. Hermit, Lumian's eyes suddenly lit up.

The corners of his mouth gradually lifted up, and his smile became quite brilliant:
"Is there anything I can do?"

…………

Trier, cathedral district.

At the entrance of the Archbishop's Cathedral of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, where tall iron-black chimneys stand, Lumian, wearing a lady's bonnet and with her face covered by a black veil, looked up for two seconds, then walked through the open door and inside.

The first thing that caught his eye was the gray-white, criss-crossing pipes, which were either attached to the walls, or supported by pillars, or winding on the dome.

They are components of a giant steam engine, or in other words, this church is made up of a giant steam engine plus several other large machines.

Currently, no heat is radiated from these pipes, but in winter, when the giant steam engine runs continuously, the entire cathedral will be shrouded in warmth, allowing believers who come to pray to experience the beauty of early summer.

Lumian then saw many believers walking out. They seemed to have just finished listening to a sermon and were still immersed in the solemn atmosphere.

Lumian walked past them and headed towards the altar.

Many believers, both men and women, suddenly followed the tall and beautiful figure and unconsciously turned their bodies half sideways and turned their heads.

Lumian walked forward calmly, neither fast nor slow.

After arriving at the first row of seats in front of the altar, he stared at the triangular holy emblem representing the "God of Steam and Machinery", and his eyes moved slowly between the symbols of steam, gears, levers, etc. within the stable triangle.

At this moment, he was not thinking about how sacred and mechanically beautiful it was, but was thinking about a question:
If the "God of Steam and Machinery" really evolved into the "God of Electric Energy and Information Technology", what would this holy emblem look like?
Lumian suppressed his blasphemous thoughts and, under the watchful eye of the preaching bishop, sat down in the middle aisle of the first row, raised his hands, lowered his head, and began to pray.

When his spiritual intuition told him that the bishop had looked away, he reached his right hand into his "traveler's bag".

He took out a cell phone.

The one he used in Dream City.

Of course, this is not real, but something woven by the "Dream Weaver" lady based on his memory. It has no function and cannot last for long.

The woven mobile phone is in the on-screen state, displaying a WeChat dialog box, with Lumian and Stiano as the two parties in the conversation.

The content of the conversation was that Stiano sent Lumian a small program called "Information Crushing Box".

Lumian held the fake, dreamlike phone in his hand and prayed again:
"Great God of Steam and Machinery, you are the embodiment of essence, the protector of craftsmen, and the glory of technology. Please grant me the ability to crush information again. It will be valid for one week..."

After praying earnestly, Lumian drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest with his right hand.

At the same time, he felt subtle changes.

He lowered his head and looked back at the dream phone in his left hand, and found that it seemed to have more texture.

Lumian subconsciously swiped the screen with his finger and saw that the dialog box returned to the main interface of WeChat.

Then he switched back to the desktop and found that all the apps he had downloaded were there.

Was this a mobile phone that was built directly based on the relevant information? This was the brilliance of technology, a true god of Sequence 0? Although Lumian was already a Sequence 3 "Immortal Witch", she was still quite shocked.

He studied it for a while and confirmed that the phone was indeed usable, but there was no network.

Of course, the "Information Crush Box" does not require an internet connection.

…………

Inside an apartment in the Boulevard area.

The six "wizards" in Trier, including "Professor", "Associate Professor", "Periodic Table" and "Isotope", were sitting on the sofa, armchair and reclining chair respectively. They looked at each other, all feeling somewhat uneasy and anxious.

After they received the request from "Hidden Blade" to meet as soon as possible, they contacted each other, thought again and again, and finally decided to meet with "Hidden Blade".

Of course, they chose the time and place.

"What's the emergency with the Hidden Blade?" Isotope whispered worriedly.

If Hidden Blade had not always had a good reputation and good character, they would have definitely rejected such a hasty meeting request without stating a specific purpose.

"No matter what her purpose is, I believe she has good intentions." The "professor" wearing a black butterfly mask looked around and said, "It just so happens that we also have something to do with her, right?"

Everyone nodded.

Then they heard a knock on the door, in Morse code.

"Please come in." The members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" present straightened their backs at the same time.

There came not only the "Hidden Blade" wearing an "assassin suit" but with the hood up, revealing his majestic face, but also "Hela" dressed as "Black Widow".

"Ms. Hela, you are here too?" The Periodic Table and others stood up at the same time.

Listen, listen, you have never addressed me as "you"! Franca may have been complaining in her heart, but she was not angry at all. Instead, she would get goose bumps when she heard "you" coming and going.

Hela nodded slightly and said:

"I am here to endorse the Hidden Blade and clean up the mess."

The "Professor" and others immediately turned their attention to Franka.

This time, they were all attracted by the beauty of the "ageless witch" and could not take their eyes away for a while.

Franka walked to the fireplace where no charcoal was burning and smiled at the "professor" and the others:

“Everyone, please take a seat.

"Actually, I came here today to ask for your help. Look, I even showed my face, just to make you trust me more."

The "professor" sat down again and asked doubtfully:
"Hidden Blade, you are a demigod, is there anything else we can help you with?"

Franka glanced at Hela, waited for her to nod, and waited until the night outside the window seemed to get darker. Then she smiled and said to Professor, Associate Professor, Isotope, and the others:

"Do you want to completely solve the problem of the 'Hidden Sage' chasing after you to impart knowledge?"

"Completely solved?" The "professor" was a very quiet woman, but she couldn't help but blurt out at this moment.

This was something they had never thought of, no, they had fantasized about it when they were weak and ignorant.

"How can we solve it completely? Can we help?" The "Periodic Table", who had clearly told Franka that he was a member of the "Moss Ascetic Order", asked repeatedly.

Although she didn't hold out much hope, she wanted to grab it even if it was just a straw floating on the water.

The other "wizards" here have the same mentality.

Franka didn't rush to answer, but watched them ask question after question.

Finally, the pale-lipped "professor" smiled wryly and said:

"Hidden Blade, we were actually planning to ask you for advice on this matter.

“Before, the ‘Muggles’ told us that there was residual divine power in the small sacrificial plaza at the entrance to the third floor of the catacombs, which could block most of the influence from the outside world. It really helped us a lot, and it can even be said that it saved the lives of many of us. Otherwise, with the ‘Hidden Sage’s’ increasingly frequent and crazy knowledge indoctrination, some people could still barely hold on, but some might have died.

"What we want to ask you is, after moving away from Trier, is there any place that can block the indoctrination of the 'Hidden Sage', or is there any way to reduce the corresponding negative impact?"

Indeed, other people moved away from Trier mainly because they were reluctant to do so emotionally, but the "professors" and their friends had practical needs, very important needs... I had previously planned to have Lumian consult the "Hermit" lady to see if she, a senior on the "wizard" path, had any good way to "block the ears", and then trade that method and tell all the "wizards" in the research institute... Now... Franka suddenly sighed.

Then, she smiled and said to the "Professor" and others:

"The solution is to kill the 'Hidden Sage'."

"You, are you kidding?" the "Associate Professor" asked back with difficulty.

Isotope then said:

"'Hidden Blade', although you have become a demigod, the gap between you and the 'Hidden Sage' may be greater than the gap between us and you. That is an essential gap."

"Even if the entire research society is put together, it cannot solve the problem of the 'Hidden Sage'." The "Professor" also had no confidence.

Franka smiled:
“I’m not the main force.

"The tall guys are in charge of this matter, I am just doing auxiliary work."

"Tall..." The "Professor" hesitated for a moment and said, "How tall?"

Franka pointed to the sky:

"That's high. Even higher than the Hidden Sage."

"Isotope", "Periodic Table" and others looked at the "Hidden Blade" and suddenly remembered that the demigod of Sequence 4 can already be called a saint or a saint. Even in the Orthodox Church, they are definitely high-level.

Their eyes moved back and forth between Franka and Ms. "Hela" several times, and gradually realized that they might be involved in an event that would be recorded in the history of occultism:
A war of gods!
"Are you looking for us for this matter? We are not even demigods..." The "Professor" said hesitantly.

"You don't need to fight the Hidden Sage. You can do auxiliary work like me." Hidden Blade Franka thought for a moment and said, "This is indeed dangerous. Of course, I don't mean the danger of fighting. The other demigods and I will be responsible for intercepting all enemies and monsters. Your danger comes from other things, but it won't be much more dangerous than accepting the knowledge indoctrination of the Hidden Sage again. What exactly it is, I can't tell you now."

The six "wizards" present once again communicated with each other through their glances. They were somewhat excited, thinking that this was a great opportunity to get rid of the threat of the "Hidden Sage", but they were also very nervous and worried.

After a few seconds, the "Associate Professor" asked:
"Are you sure?"

"We wouldn't have planned this hunting operation if we weren't sure. Don't worry, even if we fail, the 'Hidden Sage' won't be able to discover your betrayal. Believe me, our failure means that we didn't succeed in killing the 'Hidden Sage' and let Him escape, not that the 'Hidden Sage' can win." Franka was full of confidence.

"Why do you ask us for help? Why us?" the "professor" asked as if making a final confirmation.

"'Wizard', time traveler, gray fog breath." Franka answered simply, "Now don't ask me what gray fog breath is."

The face of the "Periodic Table of Elements" covered with chemical symbols frowned:
"'Muggle' also meets these conditions, why don't you go find her?"

Franca laughed immediately:
"She has a more important mission in this operation."

PS: Thanks to halfhorn for the silver reward~
(End of this chapter)