Ring of Fate

Chapter 715 "Accusation"

Lumian, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat and a black woolen coat, stood at the side of Moran Avini's villa, looking at the garden with few branches and leaves, and said to Franca:
"Please keep your distance later."

As he spoke, Lumian's eyes turned silver-black again, observing the branches of fate that corresponded to Franka's future.

The tributary stained with a faint black color has nothing to do with the subsequent infiltration. In other words, judging from the current situation, there is no high risk of death by sneaking into Moran Avini's villa and leaving a "mirror mark" on the surface of the full-length mirror in his study.

Of course, Lumian did not dare to be careless because of this. After using the "Eye of Disaster" many times, he found that there was only one black-stained tributary of fate at present, which did not mean that there was only one hidden disaster of death.

In Franka's words, many "death disasters" are hidden further back in the tributaries of fate, and are still very blurry, so Lumian cannot see or distinguish them.

In other words, although there is currently only one tributary of fate that breaks into Moran Avini's villa and is stained lightly black, when Franca makes a choice and tries to sneak in, the originally harmless tributary of fate will become the main trunk. Among the tributaries of fate that are subsequently differentiated, there may still be one that is stained black, symbolizing disasters related to death.

Lumian's most sincere understanding of this is:

There are various possibilities and changes in the future destiny.

Of course, there are also some things that are destined to remain unchanged, for example, for the vast majority of human beings, death is inevitable.

"Don't worry, I'm not a rookie." Franka is definitely experienced in infiltration.

Assassin's First Lesson: Infiltration!

Lumian said nothing more, retracted his gaze, activated the mark, transformed himself into a shadow creature, and merged into the shadows brought by the plants in the garden.

Franka took a step forward and also disappeared beside the shadow swaying in the wind.

The two of them quickly sneaked to the side of the villa.

At this time, Moran Avni was attending an inter-ministerial meeting, and his wife took the maid to an art salon. Only a few male servants, maids, gardeners and cooks were left in the villa.

No one from the Avni family lived here. Only the immediate family of the Minister of Industry could live in the villa provided by the government on a long-term basis. Moran Avni's three children had either started families and moved out, or were still studying at the university in the Memorial District and would only come back on weekends.

For Lumian and Franca, this is the time period when the security of the target location is the weakest. After all, the most important person is Moran Avini, and the secret protection force will definitely follow him away.

Lumian emerged from the shadows in the corner and said to Franca:

"Just wait here to prevent any accidents."

"Okay!" Franca didn't protest or argue.

Lumian stared at the fate of the "Witch of Pleasure" for a few seconds, then transformed into a shadow creature again and entered Moran Avini's villa silently.

He could not see his own future destiny, not even with the help of a mirror, and could only infer his own destiny by observing his companions.

Franka then hid in the shadows and waited patiently.

Not long after, Lumian arrived at Moran Avni's study easily and directly, just like returning to his own home. During his several observations, Moran Avni used the full-length mirror here to enter the world in the mirror.

As for why he was so familiar with the environment, it was because "007" provided a detailed security map.

The sunlight at around four o'clock in the afternoon in winter is already quite dim. The study is a mixture of light and darkness, with a strong feeling of dusk. Silence is the melody that has lasted for a long time.

Lumian walked carefully and cautiously through the shadows of the study, but did not find any traps or anyone hiding.

He then transformed back into a human, emerged from the shadows, and appeared in front of the full-length mirror.

As the black mark activated, Lumian extended his right palm and pressed it against the cold, hard glass surface.

A bloody handprint suddenly appeared there, but it was upside down and switched left and right from Lumian's right palm, as if it came from another person.

The inverted, evil bloody palm print quickly faded, merged into the mirror and disappeared.

Lumian was about to withdraw his right hand and leave when a hand suddenly stretched out from the full-length mirror and grasped his wrist.

The hand was a healthy white color, with long, strong fingers.

It pulled hard, and Lumian, who was caught off guard, was dragged and hit the glass mirror.

It was unknown when that place had become empty and without substance. Lumian's eyes went dark, then brightened, and he saw a large number of dark passages in the form of spider webs.

In the area that the current mirror corresponds to, a man of average height and unremarkable appearance stood at the edge, raised his brass revolver, aimed at Lumian, and pulled the trigger.

He was wearing a dark tweed suit, a half-high silk hat, a glass-like button on his cuff, and a faint smile on his face, as if he was mocking Lumian for not considering the possibility that Moran Avni had a bodyguard hidden in the mirror.

boom!
A bullet flashing with a faint green light shot out and rushed towards Lumian.

Lumian's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the bullet hit the afterimage he left behind and flew into one of the dark and empty tunnels.

The next second, Lumian's figure quickly appeared behind the ambusher and he hummed without hesitation.

Two beams of white light shot out from his nose and landed on the ambusher.

The ambusher closed his eyes, fainted and fell to the ground.

He had just fallen halfway when his eyes moved rapidly and he came back to consciousness.

Plop! He fell to the ground, and his body turned into a shadow.

The shadow split into several pieces, wandering in all directions and entering different dark tunnels.

Then, the ambusher appeared stealthily in a certain void passage, his body was shadowy and seemed to be shrouded in light white mist.

He saw Lumian's figure in his equally misty eyes. Before Lumian could sense it and look sideways, he spoke in a strange language that could move the power of nature:
"You are guilty!"

Lumian had never come across this language before, but he clearly understood its meaning. His body suddenly froze, as if he was under invisible restrictions.

The ambusher opened his mouth again:
"You blaspheme!"

Suddenly, the entire world in the mirror froze, and those dark and unreal passages all turned into small insects in amber.

Lumian once again heard the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinitely far away.

Faintly, he "saw" three figures.

The three figures were all sitting cross-legged, one facing the left, one looking straight ahead, and one looking to the right, with their hands in different positions.

One of them is heavy, one is real, and one is illusory. They are in three different states, constantly moving, changing, and interchanging around the silver-white center.

The majestic and huge voice echoed, and Lumian's mind buzzed and he lost his thoughts.

In the blurry and distinct pain, Lumian felt a familiar burning sensation in his left chest, while the palm of his right hand was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

He used this to gradually regain his self-awareness.

In a dark and frozen tunnel, the ambushers saw silver-white and black tumors bursting out of Lumian's body one after another, and evil patterns that looked like they were made of a sticky liquid emerged. At some point, a strange cold wind blew around them, and in the depths of different tunnels, darkness was wriggling, as if some monster was about to crawl out.

The ambusher became stiff as a result, his body became less and less solid, and a thin white mist was faintly visible inside.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally survived the most dangerous moment and regained the sense of his own body, vision and hearing.

Looking at Lumian, whose tumor and pattern had already faded, the ambusher instinctively and fearfully thought:
"How on earth did he blaspheme?
“Which god is being blasphemed?
“Why didn’t you just lose control?

"I've never encountered anything like this before!"

The ambusher possesses an extraordinary ability that allows him to see what crimes the target has committed, and then "accuse" him of different crimes. The damage and impact suffered by crimes of different degrees are completely different, which the accuser cannot predict in advance. He can only make certain guesses based on his own experience from previous "cases."

This was the first time that the ambushers encountered a situation where a sinner was punished by the gods for blasphemy, and the spillover effect was almost unbearable for them!

Fortunately, he recovered sooner than his target.

The ambusher once again raised the brass revolver and aimed at Lumian, who was hunched over in pain.

Just as he pulled the trigger, Lumian suddenly raised his head, his expression distorted and his eyes fierce.

boom!
A bullet flashing with starlight flew out from the muzzle and locked onto the target's body.

Almost immediately, Lumian's shadow came to life and flipped upwards.

Wow!

The black shadow shattered like a mirror, and along with the starlight, it sank inward and completely disappeared.

After disappearing briefly, Lumian's figure appeared behind the ambusher and he hummed again.

Just now, he used the ability of "Shadow Activation" in time, and the shadow triggered the "Mirror Stand" from Franka!
This is why Lumian asked Franca to sneak in with him and stay outside the villa - relying on the "mirror stand-in" requires staying at a certain distance.

It turns out that his shadow can share a "mirror double" too!
Two beams of white light spurted out, causing the ambusher to close his eyes again.

This time, Lumian did not give the enemy a chance to wake up quickly. He stretched out his right foot and blocked the opponent's fall.

At the same time, he pulled out his revolver and pressed it against the target's forehead.

The ambusher's eyes rolled, he woke up, and felt the terrifying pressure from the gun.

He put on a smile, handed over his revolver, and whispered:
"Here you go, let me go, okay?"

Lumian thought about it, took the revolver, nodded and said:

"it is good."

He immediately withdrew the pistol.

The ambusher maintained a humble and ingratiating smile, turned around, and walked deeper into the dark tunnel.

Suddenly, Lumian heard Thermipolos's majestic and layered voice:

"You'd better not let him go."

Uh...Lumian's eyes narrowed and he instantly noticed something unusual.

Why did I agree to that deal just now?

Why should I let him go?
(End of this chapter)