Ring of Fate

Chapter 711: Residual Influence (Thanks to Hui Chen for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Is this the normal world in the mirror? Lumian looked at the dark, unreal, and unreal roads around him, like a mosquito caught in a complex spider web. He felt a sense of fear for no reason, as if a huge, twisted, black spider would crawl out from the depths of this strange place at any time and drag him and Franka into the dark bottom that represented destruction.

“Is every illusory road connected to a mirror?” Franka’s voice suddenly rang in Lumian’s ears. The distance was so close that he could even hear her breathing.

At the same time, Lumian smelled a sweet fragrance with a hint of warmth. His blood vessels inexplicably dilated, and his body and mind relaxed a little.

Franca had been standing next to him without him noticing, looking around with twinkling eyes.

Lumian nodded slightly:
"That's the theory."

"No!" Franka denied herself, "It may also be connected to some mysterious different dimension."

“Yeah…” Lumian remembered the common knowledge about the mirror world he had learned before.

He exhaled, took a step forward and said:

"I think that the connection in that situation should also be a mirror, one of those mysterious mirrors in another dimension."

Without waiting for Franka to respond, he pointed to the dark and illusory road ahead and said:

"Without understanding the coordinate rules and positioning methods of the mirror world, it would be very dangerous to travel here rashly. If you are lucky, you may just go to the wrong mirror and have to return to the real world. If you are unlucky, you will reach a mirror that represents a dangerous place. Once you go out, you will have to face terrible enemies. If you are the worst luck..."

At this point, Lumian paused.

Franka squeezed next to him again and asked in a soft voice:
"What will happen to the worst luck?"

"Yes, I will disappear forever in this mirror world. You won't be able to see me when I'm alive, and you won't be able to find my body when I'm dead." Lumian calmed himself down and tried to take another step forward.

Suddenly, he felt that the dark, unreal and unreal road seemed to have turned into a huge whirlpool, pulling him in.

Franka also had similar feelings and was strongly warned by her spirituality.

The two of them took a step back at the same time, breaking free from the suction of the terrifying vortex.

"It's really dangerous." Franka sighed, "Even if you just approach these illusory roads without thinking about going deeper, you will be forced to fall into the unknown mirror. At this time, maybe you can only rely on the luck of the 'winners' and hope that the destination is not too bad. Uh, your ability to magnify or promote fate should also be useful."

Lumian nodded:
"I originally thought that the mirror world and the spirit world were closely connected, and that 'teleportation' could also be used here. But now it seems that although there is a connection, it is not enough to support me to 'teleport'. It's not that I can't travel back and forth, but it's too dangerous. I'm almost 100% lost.

"Without mastering the abilities related to the mirror world, I don't recommend using this place to ambush Moran Avini unless there is help from a high-ranking 'Witch' or 'Apprentice'."

Seeing Franka nod thoughtfully, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately said with a teasing tone:
"Have you recovered?"

"Ah?" Franca was stunned at first, then became angry. "What can I do? When using rituals to pray to the Origin for help, you will inevitably be affected to a certain extent. Sometimes you will be tempted, sometimes you will feel pain, sometimes you will feel depressed, as if you have a temporary mental illness, and sometimes you will be stiff for a period of time, as if you have turned into a stone statue..."

After becoming an official member of the witch sect, the "Black Witch" taught Franka a lot of mystical knowledge, especially about praying and supplicating to the "Original Witch".

Regarding similar things, the "Black Witch" said:
As the host of the ceremony, the ceremony itself will provide a certain degree of protection, and the degree of being affected by the original spillover is very low. Wait until the ceremony is over and endure for ten or twenty seconds. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that the desire comes from the normal reaction after being seduced by the original charm, and it will subside relatively slowly. However, every witch has several lovers, so there is no need to worry too much about this matter.

Franka became more and more confident as she spoke, even a little aggrieved:

“That’s a true God. How could I possibly withstand the influence of a true God?
"If I wasn't the host of the ceremony, I would have lost control of myself and turned into an animal."

Speaking of animal instincts, Franka amused herself.

——When she arrived in the mirror world, she always used the word "original" to refer to the "original witch" to avoid blasphemy.

Lumian thought for a moment and said:

"Praying to other true gods will not lead to similar incidents, unless someone is blaspheming on the spot."

"Who said the original state was not right?" Franca had thought about the reason a long time ago. "Don't think you can endure it just because you are an ascetic. If you were there and not the host of the ceremony, hehe, I would have seen your beastly appearance."

Having said that, she looked Lumian up and down, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled softly:

"You didn't have any reaction, were you afraid that you wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer, so you deliberately exposed my state and made things awkward?"

Before she knew it, Franca's breathing became heavier again.

Lumian chuckled:
"When I arrived, the residual effects at the scene had not completely subsided, and there was still a strange fragrance in the air. That was a true god. How could I possibly withstand the slightest influence of a true god?"

He repeated Franca's words.

"Really? Is it just because of the residual smell?" Franka Lake's aqua blue eyes narrowed dangerously, as if provoked.

The watery light in her eyes reappeared, sparkling as if fragments of sunlight were scattered in.

Lumian exhaled, took a step sideways, and grabbed Franka's upper arm:
"I'll take you back first. Janna is waiting for you."

"Are you going back now?" Franka asked in astonishment, "Why don't you explore the world in the mirror and think about how to use it?"

"I have an idea." Lumian pulled Franca who was approaching and escaped from the dark world of the illusory tunnel that was like a spider web.

After returning to the quarry cave, Franka, whose attention was diverted, asked:
"any solution?"

Lumian replied expressionlessly while trying to activate the black mark on his right shoulder:

"Contract ability."

He planned to sign a contract with a supernatural being who had the ability to travel through the mirror world and obtain the corresponding traits!

Anyway, he hasn't decided which three abilities to contract this time, and this can be one of them.

"Yes, contract ability..." Franka was delighted.

She immediately noticed that Lumian was still standing there, and she leaned close to his ear with a smile as if she had understood something.
"You were supposed to 'teleport', but why haven't you left yet? Is your 'Spiritual Travel' so slow to activate, or are you enduring something?"

As soon as Franka finished speaking, the two of them disappeared into the dark quarry cave.

…………

In the evening, in Lumian's rented apartment.

The nearly one-meter-long Fürth firefish was placed on the dining table. Ludwig took a children's knife, broke the brown and hard fish skin from the weak point, and cut the tender white fish meat inside into pieces.

Lumian glanced at Franca, who was wearing a light-colored hunting suit, and found that the "Witch of Joy" was evasive and full of embarrassment.

She seemed to be wailing:
"Just kill me!
"It's so embarrassing, I won't live anymore!"

Lumian, who was a little embarrassed at first, smiled.

He mouthed to Franca:
"The wise man's time is great."

Although Franka was not very good at lip reading, she still felt Lumian's ridicule.

Pleasure is harmful!
Pleasure is harmful!
No matter if you are a man, a woman, or something neither man nor woman, when happy thoughts fill your brain, you will always do things that will lead to your own social demise!
Too shameful!

I am dead!

At this moment, Franka wished the ground would crack open so that she could hide in it.

Anthony, who was sitting quietly at the dining table, glanced at Lumian, then looked at Franca, and then looked away.

Finally, Ludwig removed the parts that were inconvenient for human consumption and filleted three full soup pots of fish.

Franca froze one of the pots and put it in her "traveler's bag" for future use. Ludwig pushed the other one to Lugano and said in a child's tone:
"Can I have fish fillet and cream of clam chowder tonight?"

"Okay." Lugano agreed quickly.

He tried hard to control his gaze from wandering to the two witches, Franka and Janna, as he felt that this was disrespectful to his boss.

In his opinion, these two witches should be the boss's lovers.

He secretly admired:

As expected of the boss, he actually has witches as lovers, and two of them!
At the beginning, there was only one Emperor Roselle.

After pouring a generous amount of lemon juice over the pot of fish fillets, Ludwig pushed them to Lumian.

His meaning was clear. Now the blood of the extraordinary people in the "Hunter" path was needed.

"How much?" Lumian asked.

"Just being able to mix them together will do." Ludwig said as if this was the minimum requirement.

Seeing this, Jana frowned and asked:

"How much does each person need to take to get that permanent effect?"

Ludwig replied innocently:
"Different constitutions have different sequences, and the amount required is also different. You will only know it after you actually eat it."

Lumian raised his eyebrows and put all the remaining Gardner Martin's blood into the soup pot.

Seeing that it was still a little short, he cut a cut on his hand with the ritual silver dagger and dripped twenty or thirty milliliters of blood into it.

Ludwig looked on expectantly.

"Aren't you worried about pollution?" Lumian asked with a sneer.

Ludwig shook his head:
“The amount is small enough now.”

Franka tried to act normal and said jokingly:

"It's nonsense to talk about toxicity without considering the dosage."

"Yes." Ludwig agreed with Franka and stirred the pot of fish fillets with a spoon.

Those drops of blood, like burning blood, were gradually absorbed by the tender white fish meat, and the fish meat slowly began to burn.

"Put some ice cubes in there." Ludwig hoped to Franca and Janna.

The two witches stood up at the same time and reached out to the soup pot.

Droplets of white frost condensed and fell like rain, significantly alleviating the tendency of the fish meat to burn, until it stopped.

Ludwig jumped off his chair, ran into the kitchen, brought over a few silver plates, and distributed seven or eight slices of "Ice Lemon Fish Fillet" to each person.

"Is that enough?" Janna asked with a somewhat surprised smile.

"If it's not enough, you can add two or three more slices." Ludwig replied sincerely.

Jenna instinctively wanted to say the idiomatic phrase, but after seeing Ludwig's childish appearance, she held it back.

She pointed at her and others' plates and said:

“You only need such a small amount of fish fillet, and you want so much blood from Lumian?

"Why don't you make a little more and save the remaining half for tomorrow?"

Ludwig hugged the soup pot in front of him and shouted:

"mine!"

"..."Janna suddenly felt like a witch who was stealing candy from children.

Sure enough, he was abusing his power for personal gain... Lumian looked at Ludwig and shook his head in amusement:
"Only when it comes to eating do you have any sense."

After saying that, Lumian swept all the "Ice Lemon Fish Slices" on his plate into his mouth.

PS: Thank you Huichen friends for supporting the Silver Alliance~

(End of this chapter)