Ring of Fate

Chapter 753: The Source of Life (Please give me a monthly ticket during the double period)

"Then, can that be eaten too?" Lugano asked stutteringly after a few seconds.

What will happen after eating it? What changes will occur?
Will she give birth to the Son of God?

Lumian glanced at Lugano's arm and said:

"Is there anything I can't eat?"

Lugano suddenly felt a strong phantom pain again and shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no need!"

He wanted to stay away from Ludwig and Lumian, but he couldn't think of an excuse.

Ludwig swallowed the cheese bread in his mouth and said slowly:
“Top-quality ingredients don’t need too much pairing or seasoning.

“We just have to give it some symbolism.

“This includes nine staple ingredients: wheat, oats, rye, rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, cassava and any kind of beans.

"Put them and the umbilical cord stump in cow's or goat's milk and cook them for half an hour.

"This staple food is called 'Source of Life'."

Are you cooking or performing an occult ritual... Lumian muttered inwardly.

Of course, the "chefs" of the "gourmet" path mix alcoholic beverages and cook various dishes, which are essentially performing corresponding occult rituals.

Lumian asked thoughtfully:

“In fact, it doesn’t have to be these nine ingredients, as long as the concept of staple food ingredients and the corresponding quantity are met, it will be fine?

"Similarly, can I use other milk?"

Ludwig shook his head:

“No, it tastes best this way.”

What I just said can satisfy the final effect, but the taste is not good? As expected of the "Gourmet" path, there is indeed some pursuit of food... Lumian stood up and told Lugano to buy some ingredients.

——The food stored in Lumian’s “Traveler’s Bag” is all dry food that can be eaten right away.

For Trier, one of the largest cities in the world, it was easy to collect the things Ludwig needed. When it was almost noon, Lumian and Lugano returned one after another and watched Ludwig put the staple food ingredients and the remains of Omybella's umbilical cord into a stew pot filled with several hundred milliliters of milk.

These steps need to be completed by the "chef" himself, giving him magical powers to induce the specified specialties in the ingredients and keep them at a certain level for easy absorption. If someone else does it, either there will be no effect or the food will be turned into poison.

After the fire simmered for a while, Lumian smelled the aroma of starch and milk and saw the obvious milky white steam rising above the stew pot.

The steam did not spread, but condensed in mid-air, and as time went by, it slowly settled and all shrank back into the pot.

An alluring scent with a hint of blood wafted out.

At this time, Ludwig turned his head to look at Lumian, licked his lips and said:
"Do you want sugar or salt?"

“Will this make any difference?” Lumian asked cautiously.

Ludwig replied seriously:
“The taste will be different, one is sweet and the other is salty.

"Which one do you like?"

Seeing this, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile:
"Which one do you like?"

"I can't eat it..." Ludwig muttered with a look of regret, "Sweet ones are delicious, and salty ones are delicious too. It would be nice if I could divide it into two parts, one sweet and one salty..."

As he spoke, the little boy seemed to be irritated and sprinkled some salt and threw some sugar grains in as if he was losing his temper.

Lumian watched in amusement but did not stop him.

For him, the taste of "Source of Life" is not important, what matters is its effect.

Finally, Ludwig asked Lugano to put out the flames and get the contents of the stew out.

It was a palm-sized piece of starch coagulation that looked white, soft, sticky and sticky.

The surface of the food was covered in red spots, as if blood was overflowing from the inside.

"It's ready to eat." Ludwig tried hard not to drool.

"Will it take just one bite to have an effect, or do I have to finish the whole thing?" Lumian seemed to have returned to the days when he was learning various experiments. His questions often made Aurore angry.

"All of them." Ludwig looked disappointed.

Lumian picked up the piece of food that was still steaming and a little hot, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

The taste is sweet and salty, and the saltiness relieves the sweetness. The unique taste made Lumian no longer feel psychologically burdened, and he swallowed the "Source of Life" in just a few bites.

"Will it take effect in a while?" Lumian, who had already made up his mind, asked impatiently.

Ludwig pointed to the master bedroom:
"You still need some sleep."

I still need some sleep... Lumian left the dining table, returned to his room, and lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes, feeling his body slowly warming up, and then his spirit became heavier and heavier...

In the darkness, Lumian heard soft sobbing.

He tilted his head and carefully distinguished the sound.

It was a little girl crying and whispering:

"Mommy mommy……"

The voice gradually grew louder, more mature, and more shrill:

"Mommy mommy!"

The shouting was getting closer and closer, as if it was ringing in Lumian's ears and in his body:

"Mommy mommy!"

In my body... Lumian was startled, and found himself and his thoughts.

The darkness in front of his eyes shattered and the sunlight pierced into his eyes.

Lumian sat up suddenly, completely free from the dream he had just had.

The cry of "Mom, Mom" ​​still echoed in his mind.

Did I hear the Son of God crying? Lumian looked down at himself.

He took off all his clothes and found nothing special, but he knew clearly that he was different from before, a difference that was hard to describe.

Lumian did not feel the gaze from the "Great Mother", but this was even more worthy of vigilance.

After getting dressed and leaving the room, Lumian saw Lugano looking around furtively.

"No, are you okay?" Lugano, who was caught red-handed, asked reflexively.

Lumian laughed.
"Don't worry, I won't become the son of the 'Great Mother'."

Seeing Lugano looking at his belly, Lumian added:
"And neither conceived Him."

After saying that, he ignored Lugano who was still worried and walked out of the apartment.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do in the next two days and wait somewhere.

That place is the Trier Catacombs.

After learning that Harrison of Easter Island might appear in a place involving death, darkness, dusk, and the power of decay, Lumian's first thoughts were the "Dream Festival" and the Trier Catacombs.

These are all unique places full of death and dark mysteries.

……

The first level of the catacombs, leading to the "Old Ossuary Entrance" below.

Lumian held a lit white candle and sat next to a withered and scattered skeleton, quietly observing every visitor who went deep into the catacombs and returned from there.

Not long after, a few people who looked like college students passed by and found Lumian sitting side by side with the skeletons in the tomb.

The leader was a tall, thin man wearing glasses. He asked Lumian curiously:

"Why are you sitting here?"

Lumian replied casually:

"I've been to the lower floors many times. I'm no longer interested in them. I just want to sit here and quietly observe every person and body that comes and goes to see which ones never leave."

"It sounds interesting." The college students held white candles and discussed for a while. They decided to sit here and see if those who returned from the depths of the tomb would show fear on their faces.

The tall and thin man with glasses chose to sit on the other side of Lumian. He chatted in a familiar manner:
"Do you think there will really be an accident if we don't light white candles here?"

Lumian glanced at him and laughed:

"You can give it a try so we can know the result."

Without waiting for the college students to respond, Lumian said in a leisurely tone:
"I didn't believe these things before, but then..."

Having said this, he suddenly lowered his voice.

The two female students in the group blurted out:
"What happened next?"

"Later..." Lumian showed a reminiscent expression, "I met a person who met the ghost of Montsouris. You know the legend of the ghost of Montsouris, right?"

The college students nodded at the same time.

You guys are really familiar with all the horror stories in Trier... As expected, you are common creatures in underground Trier - college students... Lumian sighed:
“His immediate family had all died and he thought he’d gotten away with it, but then one day I went to look for him and found him hanging from a window frame.

"From then on, I strictly followed every rule of the Trier Underground."

The college students looked at each other, a little scared by the story told by Lumian, a peer.

"It seems that we really can't extinguish this candle." The tall and thin college student with glasses said with regret.

Lumian lowered his voice again:

“Have you ever encountered something like that?
"There are obviously extra books, blankets, and clothes in the dormitory that do not belong to you, but the administrator told you that no one else lives here."

The faces of two college students changed as if they had heard the most terrifying ghost story.

They asked as if they were drowning:
"Yes, there is such a thing. Do you know why?"

Lumian shook his head and sighed:

"I heard that those were the people who extinguished their candles here. They disappeared completely and no one remembers them."

Hearing this, the tall and thin college student with glasses shuddered instinctively.

He suddenly felt something tapping his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw a white skeletal hand.

"Ah!" He screamed and jumped up suddenly.

Lumian took back the bony hand he had picked up from somewhere, and taunted with a bright smile:
“You are such a coward!
"Are you scared now?"

Several college students were stunned. After a while, they managed to speak:

"No!
"That was just a stress reaction!"

Just as they were seriously considering whether or not to gang up on that scary bastard, a man walked up the stone stairs leading to the second floor.

The man was wearing a blue top and yellow trousers, his face was deeply wrinkled, his white hair was sparse and dry, and he was holding a short burning white candle in his hand.

This is an old tomb keeper.

Lumian frowned slightly.

He had seen the tomb keeper in the huge tomb where the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" was located, and the tomb keeper did not use white candles at that time.

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(End of this chapter)