Ring of Fate

Chapter 703 Return (Please give me a monthly ticket on the last day of March)

In the special dream, Amandine said that the figure, the "Underworld Man", nodded to her... "Armored Shadow" Chen Tu is suspected to be related to the Underworld Man... Franca is saving gold to build a golden body for Chen Tu in order to obtain more information... Many thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind in an instant.

He turned his head and looked at Amandine, a smile appeared on his face and he said:
"It's not just the Dream Festival where you can encounter that figure."

"Is it possible at any time?" Amandine asked in surprise.

What's wrong with you... Lumian muttered to himself, then smiled and shook his head:

"What I mean is that it's not just in Tizamo Town, but only on certain dates that you can encounter that figure."

Amandine thought for a few seconds and understood the hidden meaning behind Louis Berry's words:
“Have you seen that figure somewhere else?
"You can't see him, can't you? You can only observe him through me?"

Fortunately, I'm not that stupid... Lumian took out the golden mask from the "traveler's bag":
“I saw it after I put it on.”

Without waiting for Amandine to respond, Lumien added with a smile:
"I did encounter that figure somewhere else."

He used the word "encountered" instead of "seen" to ensure that what he said was the absolute truth.

He wanted to say "I even know His name", but he was too lazy to explain to Amandine why the pronoun "He" was used to address the underworld man.

Amandine's expression suddenly became excited:
"where is it?"

"In Trier." Lumian did not hide anything.

This is the information he wants the other party to know.

"Trier..." Amandine was both fascinated and a little afraid.

As an Intis who was born and raised in the southern continent, she had inevitably heard all kinds of rumors about the "City of Joy" and knew about its glittering lights and bustling life. Trier had almost become a dream destination in her heart, but the farthest she had been was the Port of Paros and she had never left Matanibon. If she really had the opportunity to go to Trier, the first thing that would come to her mind was fear.

After all, she is just a girl under the age of eighteen.

Lumian continued very candidly:

“One day in the future, a friend of mine may come into contact with that figure, and I hope you can be by her side and provide her with any non-combat assistance you can.

“For this purpose, I can take you to Trier, help you enter the area where the figure may appear, and provide a certain amount of protection.

"So, do you want to make such a deal?"

"I, I..." Amandine hesitated and instinctively made an excuse, "My parents won't agree to me leaving Matanibong and going to Trier now, at least until I have the opportunity to go to university there."

Lumian said with a smile:
"It's not like you're going to live in Trier forever. You can go there on Saturday and come back on Sunday."

"Ah?" Amandine was stunned.

She imagined ocean voyages, climbing mountains and wading through water, and bidding farewell to her hometown forever.

Lumian raised his eyebrows and said:
"It's not like I haven't 'teleported' you in my dreams before."

"But, isn't that a small area?" Amandine's eyes lit up. "You can 'teleport' directly to Trier, from Matanibun?"

Lumian nodded slightly:
"Yes, you may have to transfer once or twice, but it will still allow you to reach Trier quickly."

"Soon..." Amandine was a little excited. She wanted to experience such magic.

But she still didn't make a decision immediately.

Lumian did not urge:
"Don't make a decision in a hurry. It's actually quite dangerous to see that figure again. First, through Riya, you can truly get in touch with the mystical circle of Matanibong and understand all kinds of common sense of Beyonders. Then consider whether to accept this deal. That may be three months, or even half a year, or a year later."

Amandine breathed a sigh of relief:

"Ok."

She then asked curiously:

"Is your friend a woman?"

The personal pronoun used is "she".

In our minds, she is always, in her own cognition, sometimes she is, sometimes she is not... Lumian complained about Franca and nodded slightly:
"Correct."

Amandine asked further with great interest:
"Your lover?"

Lumian laughed out loud:
"Of course not, why do you always pay attention to this kind of thing?"

As Lumian spoke, he took out a piece of notepaper and a fountain pen from his "traveler's bag", quickly wrote a few lines of words, and handed them to Amandine.

Amandine took it and read it carefully by the candlelight in the church:

"A creature that roams in the upper realm, a penitent who awakens from the flames of pain, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Lumian Lee."

"What is this?" Amandine looked confused.

"My messenger, once you have made up your mind, arrange the ritual and use this spell to summon my messenger. Tell me your decision," Lumian explained simply.

Amandine became more and more confused:

"What kind of ritual is this? What kind of summons is this? Isn't this a messenger in the conventional sense?"

Lumian raised his eyebrows again:
"Have you never heard of the Messenger in the field of the occult? Do you know the ritual to summon the Messenger?"

Amandine smiled awkwardly:

"I only came into contact with supernatural powers last year. Through Robert and several occult enthusiasts, I collected some information about the 'Path of God'. I know about rituals, but I don't know what they look like in detail."

After saying this, her eyes lit up:
"You will teach me, right? Otherwise I won't be able to summon your messenger.

"Also, your real name is not Louis Berry, but Lumian Lee?
“You, you just took the paper and pen from that coin bag, and you also took the previous things from there. What kind of magical item is this?
"..."

Lumian couldn't help but raise his head and cast his gaze towards the golden spherical dome.

…………

The next morning, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano out of the Briu Hotel, walked through the streets that were still filled with ruins, and arrived at the Bunia Café.

Boss Bunia remained as shy as ever, and politely asked what Lumian and the others needed.

Lumian ordered three cups of Xhosa coffee and three servings of Okapa, a special breakfast dish from Matani.

This is a food made of rice, chicken, eggs, potato cubes and common local spices wrapped in the leaves of the Okapa tree. It is generous in portion and fragrant, and you can't stop eating it after one bite.

Lumian looked at the spread-out "Okapa", picked up the cutlery, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The fragrance of the leaves themselves, the salted egg yolk, the thickness of the rice, the tenderness of the chicken, the softness and glutinousness of the potatoes and the strange aroma are intertwined together to create a very unique taste.

While eating, Lumian casually looked at the pedestrians on the street and the residents in the cafe.

After going through the sadness and fear of last night, they became gentle again, no longer showing excessive emotions, and always had a faint smile on their faces when talking to people.

After Ludwig finished his second meal in the morning, Lumian found a secluded corner, changed into winter clothes, and disappeared into the town of Tizamo with him and Lugano.

This time, Lumian did not "teleport" directly to Franka because Lugano, Ludwig and the two witches were not familiar with each other.

Lumian chose a rarely used underground Trier entrance in the Memorial District, and the figures of the three people were quickly outlined on the steel steps.

As soon as they returned to the surface, Lumian saw several young men who looked like college students carrying carbide lamps and lanterns, laughing and joking, passing the three of them and entering the underground Trier.

After turning onto the nearest main street, the first thing that caught Lumian's eye was a scantily clad man with chains on his body. He was walking slowly down the street in a dog-crawling posture. If anyone dared to look at him for a few more seconds, he would glare back and bark a few times.

The next second, the street artist on the street corner started playing a rhythmic melody, and passers-by began to dance more or less, with relaxed smiles on their faces. The man who was playing the dog and shivering in the cold wind also raised his hind legs.

This is very different from the street scene in the market area.

The Memorial District is famous for its many universities.

Lumian withdrew his gaze from the smiles on the passers-by's faces and led Lugano and Ludwig to Anthony's house, which was rented nearby.

That's on the fourth floor, near the end of the corridor.

Knock, knock, knock. Lumian knocked on the door without any courtesy.

Soon, he saw Anthony, who was dressed completely different from before:

He was wearing a white shirt, a light gray cashmere sweater, a black woolen coat, a dark red bow tie, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a light yellow wig. His beard was shaved very cleanly, his face was no longer greasy, and the black stuff in his pores was gone.

He looks like a successful person in upper class society.

"Are you in love?" Lumian joked.

Anthony smiled and replied:

"I'm going to a dinner for the Trier Psychiatrists' Guild today."

This is a necessary prerequisite for completing the quest with Ms. Justice.

"Have you got your license to practice as a psychiatrist?" Lumian walked into the room and asked casually.

Anthony nodded:
"I bought a real identity and a real set of academic qualifications, and successfully 'convinced' the examiner during the interview."

“What’s its true identity? Where’s its original owner?” Lumian asked thoughtfully.

Anthony glanced at Lugano and Ludwig, but didn't directly answer Lumian's question:
"What do you want me to do for you?"

Lumian understood what Anthony meant and temporarily gave up the previous question. He briefly mentioned the situation of the "Dream Festival" and the sequelae of Lugano losing his arm in the dream.

He didn't tell how Lugano lost his arm.

Anthony listened carefully, looked at Lugano and said:

"This kind of hysteria is easy to solve. Do you need a quick solution, or a slower and gentler one?"

Lugano answered without hesitation:

"Hurry up."

He was fed up with not having control over his right forearm!
Anthony suddenly looked behind Lugano on the left side and frowned.

Lugano subconsciously turned his body to the left and looked.

At this moment, Anthony pulled out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed Lugano's right forearm.

Lugano quickly retracted his hand and blurted out:
"what are you doing?"

Anthony withdrew the dagger and replied calmly:

"The treatment is over."

"Ah?" Lugano looked at his right hand blankly, and found that it "had" shrunk to his chest, with no sensory obstacles.

Lumian then laughed and said to Lugano:
"Keep an eye on Ludwig and remember to prepare food for him."

Without waiting for Lugano's response, Lumian turned to Anthony and said:

"We're going to go find Franka and Janna now."

Anthony glanced at Lumian and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which he was not used to wearing.
"Ok."

PS: Asking for monthly tickets on the last day of March~
(End of this chapter)