Ring of Fate

Chapter 797 The Price of Irritability

Behind Lumian, the gloomy Vijaypan was still asking the clergyman of the Church of Knowledge, Heraberg:

"In a legal duel, can I do anything to the other party without being punished?"

"Yes." Heraberg confirmed Vijayan's guess.

Vijayan's eyes suddenly lit up and he felt that this was heaven.

He swallowed excitedly.

Gurgle... He heard a similar sound of swallowing saliva next to him.

He tilted his head and looked over, and found that the voice came from Julie, a woman with long brown hair.

The "collector" was equally excited, and the human meat cook Les licked his lips.

He is already hungry.

Lumian did not go to enjoy the performance of these serious criminals. He walked out of the library-like church and looked around.

The architectural style of this area is very ancient, resembling the style of the early Fifth Period, represented by columns and arches, which are heavy, thick, grand and simple.

Behind the church is a cemetery with no visible boundaries. Among the trees, there are numerous tombstones and many graves raised above the ground.

This reminded Lumian of a sentence mentioned in the "0-01" seal information:

"Put it in an underground mausoleum, place a large number of puppets, and build a cemetery above with more than a million corpses..."

The underground mausoleum that sealed "0-01" was right below here? As soon as Lumian looked away, he felt that the originally sunny sky suddenly became dark, with dark clouds in the sky and the dull roar of thunder rolling back.

"The weather changes so quickly... No wonder the data said that Morola often encounters extreme weather..." Lumian sighed as he looked into the distance, and saw the continuous mountain ranges in the dim environment like giant beasts lying on the edge, blocking anyone who wanted to sneak away.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, because the residents of Morola would never think of leaving the city at any time.

Lumian was also a little reluctant.

The ground was calling him.

"We have to find a place to settle down quickly, otherwise we will get wet in the rain." Guy's voice rang in Lumian's ears.

He also walked out of the unknown church, and as a native of Azshara, his words were quite literal.

"Yes." Lumian smiled and walked into the large square in front of the church.

As Guy followed, he looked behind him and said in surprise:
“There’s such a big cemetery here?”

"A cemetery with more than a million or even tens of millions of corpses." Lumian replied casually.

Guy nodded thoughtfully:

"It is recorded in history books that in the early Fifth Epoch, there was a large-scale tomb relocation operation in the Lunburg region to deal with the problems left over from the Pale Disaster. Were they relocated here?"

“Maybe.” As Lumian walked across the square, he quietly activated the black mark representing “aborted hand” but did not actually use it.

He was sensing the approximate locations of the other two parts of the "abscessed hand".

Lumian was startled by this sensation, because there were more than just two parts, there were subtle feedbacks in different directions of the "City of Exile".

“The two parts of the man’s body were torn apart?” Lumian muttered silently.

He chose to move in the direction with the strongest feedback.

After walking about one street, he heard the sound of metal colliding and saw two men fighting fiercely with sharp straight swords in front of many people.

Duels with casualties occur every day... Lumian reviewed the contents of the "0-01" seal data, and stopped to watch without rushing forward.

Guy did the same, as if assessing the strength level of the Morola residents.

The fight lasted for two or three minutes and ended with the man in the black thick jacket having his chest and abdomen split open by a sword. His bloody intestines spilled out and he died convulsively.

At some point, a group of people in black robes came over, both men and women, all with indifferent expressions.

They silently dragged away the stripped bodies and silently cleaned up the bloodstains on the street, like machines following a fixed procedure.

The onlookers dispersed one after another. Among them, a short man wearing a brown-green peaked cap and a kind smile walked past Lumian and Guy and looked at them for a few seconds.

"Are you new here?" the little man asked enthusiastically.

"How did you know that?" Guy asked curiously.

The little man laughed and said:

"Your temperament hasn't changed yet, and you haven't really integrated into Morola yet!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, his voice suddenly became sharp, as if his body was taken over by an unknown object.

Lumian stared at the little man silently, observing his changes in state.

The little man then waved his hand:
"Haha, my name is Worms, let's have a drink together later."

As he watched Worms walk toward another street, Guy suddenly said to Lumian:

"Didn't you notice that you were missing something?"

“I found it.” Lumian nodded nonchalantly. “His hands are very fast.”

It was the moment Worms withdrew his hand that he realized that the "traveler's bag" was about to leave his body.

This person should be an extraordinary person, a real "thief". The sudden change in his state just now was probably a performance he performed to attract attention.

"Why didn't you expose him after you found out? Are you afraid of retaliation?" Guy didn't quite understand Lumian's reaction.

"I want to see what he can do." Lumian kept smiling, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly followed the thief along the route Worms left.

Guy looked at his back, thought for more than ten seconds, and decided to find a place to stay first.

…………

As soon as he was out of Lumian and Guy's sight, Worms suddenly quickened his pace, passing through several alleys in succession and circling around.

After making sure he had gotten rid of any possible pursuers, he stopped at the end of an empty alley and pulled out a dark black coin bag from inside his clothes.

That was Lumian's "traveler's bag".

"Haha, these new idiots are really not vigilant enough. Let me see what's in here..." Worms, wearing a baseball cap, reached his hand into the "traveler's bag".

His expression changed slightly, and he showed a strong sense of surprise.

He could "see" the preciousness of this coin bag and felt that it contained many spiritual things, but he did not expect that it was actually a very rare space-type item, and it seemed to contain a large room inside.

"This is such a pleasant surprise..." Worms grabbed one of the items in the "Traveler's Bag" and pulled it out.

What came into his eyes was a mutilated, dark-brown, swollen corpse with only half of its body left, which had already decayed to the point of oozing yellowish-red pus.

Snapped!
Worms pulled his hand back abruptly, letting the half body fall to the ground.

"This..." His expression became extremely horrified.

How could someone carry around half a dead body?
It was a highly decomposed corpse!
Even in Morola, where there are too many murderers to count, this is the most perverted one!

No wonder he was exiled here!

Worms calmed himself, reached into the "traveler's bag" again, and took out a piece of white and delicate leather.

When he saw the leather, he couldn't take his eyes off it, as if he was looking at the skin of his dream lover.

He immediately noticed some black words on the leather that he didn't recognize.

"It seems like a language that can leverage supernatural powers. This piece of leather must be very precious. I have to copy it down and find someone to decipher it, but I can't let anyone suspect me." Worms stroked the white and delicate leather with great joy and was completely reluctant to let go.

Suddenly, he felt an itchy throat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He started coughing, and the coughing became more and more violent.

In just ten or twenty seconds, he coughed so hard that his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

puff!
Worms coughed up a pool of blood.

"This is not right! How could I suddenly become so sick?" Worms vaguely understood something and suddenly threw the white and delicate leather to the ground.

But his coughing continued, still violently.

While coughing, he thought about ways to save himself:
That person who put such dangerous leather in his pocket must have prepared medicine that can cure the corresponding disease...

Yes, definitely!
Worms reached into the "traveler's bag" once again.

The first thing he pulled out was a grayish-white lightning-shaped brooch.

A thick silver-white lightning suddenly fell from the dark clouds in the sky and struck him.

boom!
Amid the thunder that echoed in the air, Worms fell down with his body charred and twitching.

He was already seriously ill and was struck by lightning, leaving him on the verge of death.

"How, how could I be struck by lightning suddenly... I, I..." Worms' eyes went dark and he closed his eyes in a state of confusion, fear and regret.

He soon stopped breathing.

After about ten seconds, Lumian turned into the alley, walked in front of him, looked down at his body, shook his head and smiled:
"It is very dangerous to rummage through other people's things."

After a pause, Lumian sighed with regret:
"I wanted to follow you and get in touch with the Beyonders in Morola, but you are too disappointing, aren't you?
"And that's before we even get to the more dangerous ones."

As he spoke, Lumian picked up the "Traveler's Bag" and put the "Wrath of the Sea" brooch, the "Desperate Witch" human skin and half of the "Abnormal Hand" corpse back into the bag by directly touching the bag's opening and pushing them inwards.

"I'll have to let you be kind for once." Lumian muttered as he took out 537 Sassen gold from Worms's body.

This is equivalent to about 2863 Filkins.

After accepting the gift from the kind-hearted person, Lumian waited for Worms' extraordinary characteristics to emerge.

About two minutes later, a team of black-robed law enforcers with indifferent expressions entered the alley. The leader looked at Lumian expressionlessly and said:

"Did you kill this?"

"No, he was struck by lightning. Maybe he did too many bad things." Lumian laughed and explained seriously, "He was a thief who stole my things, so I chased him here."

The law enforcers stared at Lumian, as if to confirm whether he was lying.

After a moment, the leader nodded and said:

"you can go now."

Lumian didn't move a step, but laughed and said:

"Shouldn't the things on him belong to me?"

(End of this chapter)