Ring of Fate

Chapter 701: Aftermath

Seeing the "Magician" lady's speculation, Lumian suddenly felt that the ancestor of the Eggers family, the fallen "God of Death", was also very legendary:
After becoming a true god, he seemed to have gone mad; he caused the "Pale Disaster"; his fall created the Raging Sea, which separated the northern and southern continents for thousands of years; he had some kind of connection with the mysterious underworld people; he buried the "divine" corpse of the demon king; he left behind a huge Balam Empire with many descendants; the golden mask he made for his descendants to enter and exit the underworld is still fought over today...

Lumian took out the golden mask from Hisoka from the Traveler's Bag, stroked its cold surface, and sighed silently:

"This is a true creation of the gods..."

After sighing, Lumian looked at the last two pages of the long letter:
"Speaking of you, the Dark Daoist Mark on your body only seals the influence of the Blood Emperor's residual aura on the outside world, and does not eliminate its existence.

"That is to say, you can no longer use the residual aura of Alistair Tudor to scare others, but it can still be useful when you encounter a scenario where you need to verify the corresponding 'identity'.

"This situation has both advantages and disadvantages. Although you have lost the powerful means to intimidate others, at least you don't have to worry about using the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' to attract the attention of certain high-ranking people. Moreover, the mark of the underworld man may play a special role in the future.

"Emperor Roselle once said, since you can't resist, then try to enjoy it."

Lumian turned over his right hand and looked at the palm of his hand. Compared to the rotten appearance in his dream, there was only a small pale patch left, and a light red scar could be vaguely seen underneath the paleness.

“What special function could it have? To scare away the undead?” Lumian muttered to himself in confusion, but had no idea for the time being.

At the end of the letter, Ms. Magician wrote:
“This year’s ‘Dream Festival’ has ended, but that special dream and the dream tomb have not disappeared, and there will still be a ‘Dream Festival’ next year.

“By then, the devil from the North family who confirmed the situation of the ancient tomb this year and his allies from the ‘Rose School’ will most likely continue trying and bring more targeted and more powerful items, Beyonders, or projections.

“We must not only prevent it when the time comes, but we must also make some preparations now.

“Also, in order to ensure that there are still dream projections in that special dream and they can serve as guardians, we can’t move the entire town of Tizamo away, so we have to do something for the people here.

"Of course, after completing the last task, the subsequent issues of the Dream Festival will have nothing to do with you, unless you have become an angel by then, but isn't that too exaggerated?
“The last thing I need you to do is to take the semi-finished brass amulet I sent with this letter, enter that special dream, and perform the following ceremony in front of the black tomb.

The complete process of the ceremony is:
"..."

After carefully reading the description of the ritual, Lumian confirmed his spiritual state and put away the half-finished brass talisman.

Then he took out the golden box containing the strange soil, spread out the letter paper, and wrote his reply:
"Dear Ms. Magician:
“I will complete the ritual as you command.

"This is the strange soil..."

Lumian paused and added:

"Remember to send back the box it comes in."

This is made of gold!
Thinking about the reward promised to Lugano and Ludwig's growing appetite, Lumian, who was actually quite wealthy, felt that he needed to save a little.

I don't have to worry about potion formulas, extraordinary materials and magical items for the time being, but now I have to support two people!
Moreover, gold is also very important in mysticism. Franka has been saving gold in recent months, hoping to create a golden body for "Armored Shadow" Chen Tu.

After writing the reply, Lumian set up a ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger.

The messenger was still cautious and sneaky and refused to say a word.

What did he sense? Lumian was about to ask, but suddenly thought of a possibility:
Could it be because the messenger lady that Ms. Magician mentioned had come?
We are all messengers, maybe we know each other, and we have some connection, and that one is an angel...

Lumian closed his mouth and watched the "doll" messenger return to the candlelight with the golden box in his arms.

He extinguished the candles, put away the items related to the ceremony, walked back to the living room, and sat opposite Ludwig, who still had half of his food uneaten.

Lumian looked at Ludwig, who was wearing a blue nightcap with yellow stars, and smiled.

"Lend me something."

Ludwig raised his head, chewed his mouth, and expressed his inquiry with his eyes.

Lumian maintained his friendly smile:
"The gold coin just now."

Ludwig lowered his head and focused on chewing a piece of beef jerky, as if he didn't hear what Lumian said.

“It will only take, um, half an hour. It won’t cause any harm to it. I will definitely return it to you in its original state.” Lumian sighed, “I have been raising you for a long time, providing you with food and water…”

At this point, Lumian suddenly paused, and after a few seconds he continued:

“Isn’t it worth your while to lend me your lucky coin for half an hour?
"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Often," Ludwig replied vaguely.

He raised his head again, stared at Lumian for a few seconds, then took out the Loen gold coin from his pocket:
"Twenty minutes at most."

"Deal!" Lumian quickly took the lucky gold coin with a bright smile.

In order to save spiritual energy, he did not "teleport" but sneaked quickly in the shadows and came to the house of "Siso" Tewanako.

Robert and Amandine have both left.

Lumian found a place to sit down, leaning against the wall, and quickly fell asleep using meditation.

…………

In a special dream, in the primitive jungle.

Lumian used the shadows in the darkness to reach the edge of the dream and found himself in a chaotic zone.

He thought about it, stepped out of the shadows, and put on the golden mask made by the "God of Death".

Amid the cold erosion and heavy pressure, Lumian saw a dream fragment of a black tomb and the road leading to it.

He soon arrived at his destination. All the corpses here had disappeared, leaving only the black boulder-like ancient tomb standing quietly.

Lumian took off his mask, observed it briefly, and used a high tree root as an altar. He placed candles, essential oils, herbal powders, cauldrons, semi-finished brass talismans, etc. on it, and processed them one by one according to the description in the letter from the "magician" lady.

Finally, Lumian placed the lucky gold coin between the two candles corresponding to Mr. Fool.

He did not create a "spiritual wall" but directly lit the candles in the order from God to man and from left to right, and then took two steps back.

Lumian looked at the burning candle and recited in a low voice in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck..."

Silently, a thin gray mist spread out from the void, covering the area where the black ancient tomb was located and the entire special dream.

Lumian felt a slight warmth in the left side of his chest, so his mind was not dulled, and his body showed no signs of disintegration.

He quickly took two steps forward, burned the corresponding essential oil hydrosols and herbal powders, and placed the unfinished brass talisman in the center of the altar.

Then, Lumian stood up and said in Hermes as he stepped back:

“I pray to you;

“I pray that you will grant this charm power;
"I pray that you will allow this power to control this dream..."

After reciting all the remaining spells and completing the remaining steps of the ritual, Lumian saw the lucky gold coin glowing dimly, and the two candles representing Mr. Fool, one of them dimmed, and the other took on a brass color.

Then, the darkness and brass candlelight entangled and fell on the unfinished brass talisman.

The brass talisman suddenly emitted a blinding light, and Lumian could not help but close his eyes.

By the time he adjusted and opened his eyes, the brass talisman had disappeared, and the soil, stones and tree roots in front of the black ancient tomb rolled up to form a tombstone-like object.

On the "tombstone", words in the ancient Feysac language appeared one after another:
“All beings are equal before the law, even angels can be killed by ordinary people.

“Lost items are considered abandoned.

“You can do anything during the Dream Festival, except murder and rape.

“He who kills dies.

“The rapist dies.

"..."

This... What kind of power is this? It's a bit like the Arbitrator's power... Next time at the Dream Festival, I can't kill people? Angels can also be hurt by me? Lumian didn't expect that the "Magician" lady would prepare for this.

He quickly packed up his belongings and prepared to leave the area.

When he took his last look at the "tombstone", Lumian suddenly had an idea.

He smiled and took out a card from the "Traveler's Bag", bent down and placed it on the ground under the "tombstone".

It was a tarot card, depicting a man in green holding a scepter against six scepters attacking from the bottom of the mountain.

The Minor Arcana, Seven of Wands!
Lumian didn't know whether the tarot card representing himself could remain in the dream or in front of the "tombstone". He just wanted to give it a try. After all, he had never done so since he became a member of the "Tarot Club".

…………

Back in the real world, Lumian reached into the "traveler's bag" and checked it.

The half-finished brass charm had predictably vanished, as had the Seven of Wands of the Minor Arcana.

"The rules of special dreams are indeed a little different..." Lumian nodded thoughtfully, returned to the Briu Hotel, and returned the lucky gold coin to Ludwig.

Then, Lumian walked to the street, and in the dark, he passed through Camus, Rhea, Lugano and others who were busy rescuing and treating people, and came to Saint-Sien Church.

All the candles in the church were lit, except for Father Carley.

He was wearing a white robe inlaid with gold thread, kneeling before the altar and holy symbols, with his head lowered, confessing with a painful expression.

Lumian walked in step by step and sat in a seat in the front row, looking at Father Cali quietly without disturbing him.

PS: Breaking news, the version number of the secret game has been approved. There is no need to call it by code name anymore. I also hope that the role-playing gameplay can be deepened in the future.

(End of this chapter)