Ring of Fate

Chapter 800 Confirming the Situation (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days of May)

Looking at the dark, swollen corpse on the counter, Lumian said to himself with amusement:
"You really don't hide anything at all, worthy of being the 'City of Exile' Morola..."

Lumian made a brief inspection and confirmed that the highly decomposed corpse was the other part of the "abscessed hand". Apart from the missing left half, the corresponding head and the "abscessed hand" itself, it was relatively complete.

If it weren't for the rotten flesh near its spine that was wriggling and growing, trying to return to its original shape, Lumian would have found it hard to believe that the two "steaks" just served to him and Albus were from this corpse, not to mention that dozens or even hundreds of these "steaks" had already been sold.

This made Lumian frown slightly, and a question he had thought about before once again came to his mind:
Is it necessary to recycle the "steaks" that have been sold?

Judging from the completeness of the corpse, it seems unnecessary...

Moreover, it has been a long time since the Morola residents have eaten this kind of "steak". It is unknown whether they have truly digested the rotten meat and absorbed it...

From my perception of the subtle connection between corpses, even if it is digested, it should only change the state of existence of the rotten meat, and the essence has not changed...

While Lumian was thinking, he seized the opportunity to stuff the half of the rotten corpse into the "Traveler's Bag" and used the pile of straight swords including the "Sword of Courage" to separate it from the other half of the corpse to prevent them from gathering before finding the head and causing unnecessary changes.

"So this is what we are given to eat. It looks quite tempting." As Lumian put away the half of the corpse of the "abscessed hand", Albus' voice was heard at the kitchen door.

This former member of the "Iron Cross" from the Medici family was wearing a black jacket with dark red patterns, with one hand in his pocket, and he sighed.

He wasn't at all disgusted by the fact that he almost ate a rotten steak.

Lumian turned around and responded with a smile:
"I'm looking forward to you eating it and seeing what changes will happen."

"He gradually gains a certain degree of self-healing ability. He becomes even stronger on moonlit nights and can master some dark spells." Albus said in a tone like reading an investigation report. "But correspondingly, his self-control has significantly decreased, his IQ has shown signs of regression, and he has constant nightmares."

“You came here to investigate because you discovered something wrong with those guys?” Lumian asked with a smile.

The purpose of asking this question was not to confirm, he had already confirmed it. He was using this to show that he was also here to investigate, rather than knowing from the beginning that there was such a half corpse and coming for it.

"Hunters" must know how to conceal their true purpose to avoid being trapped by others.

The red-haired Albus smiled and said:
“They actually wanted to keep this a secret, hoping that only they and their collaborators could share the special food in this bar.”

"Who among the residents of Morola is not selfish?" Lumian asked, "How did you see that their IQ is declining?"

Albus raised his right hand, spread it out and said:
"If their IQ hadn't regressed, how could I have tricked them out of their secret so easily and led them to this bar?"

Lumian nodded slightly, looked at Albus, and said thoughtfully:

"Is that so? Then do I need to kill you to silence you and prevent this secret from being leaked?"

Albus responded to Lumien's gaze calmly, smiled and said:

"You think those idiots can keep a secret?"

After saying this, the member of the Medici family turned around and walked towards the bar hall, exposing his back to Lumian.

Lumian stood there, watching him leave, as if thinking about something.

Just now, for a moment, he really wanted to kill.

He wanted to take this opportunity to kill Albus Medici, so that he would not affect his actions to approach "0-01", or even help the "Red Angel" to leave a mark on "0-01" before him.

Lumian finally resisted the urge.

There are two reasons for this:

First, according to his current preliminary judgment, becoming an experimenter would have a very negative impact on his self-awareness. If this was not the only option left, he would not want to try it for the time being. In this case, having one more person, one more "cannon fodder" to help find a way out of the dangers is a solution.

Secondly, he did not have the confidence that he could kill Albus Medici. If the other party was still in the same state as when he was exploring the depths of the Red Swan Castle's underground palace, he felt that he could be easily dealt with. However, several months had passed, and he had become a "reaper" and digested the corresponding potion. It was impossible that the other party had not made any progress at all.

Moreover, if Albus really came to Morola on behalf of the "Red Angel" to approach "0-01", the Angel King would definitely find a way to enhance the strength of this descendant, give him powerful items, and ensure that his agent is the top one below the demigod and can deal with various dangers in Morola.

Lumian didn't leave the kitchen immediately, but checked around again.

He was looking for other special ingredients - the slightly dull and abnormal behavior of the "Depriver" just now made him suspect that it was caused by the random food he ate in Morola, which is one of the main causes of death of extraordinary people of the "Gourmet" path.

Unfortunately, Lumian only found common ingredients such as flour, butter, and milk.

He then went up to the second floor of the Carnivore bar and entered the bedroom of the Depriver.

He planned to live here for some time as the winner of the duel.

The bedroom was cleaner than Lumian had imagined. There were no oil stains, cockroaches, mice, or any other bugs. Apart from being a little messy, there were no other problems.

Lumian walked around the bedroom and tried to activate the black mark on his right shoulder to see if he could "teleport" Morola out.

He could no longer sense the places he had been to.

"Just as expected, we can't leave. We can only 'teleport' within this area surrounded by mountains... However, normally no Morola resident would want to leave here... I wonder if Albus would have such an idea..." Lumian muttered silently while taking out the ritual materials from the "Traveler's Bag".

He conducted a second experiment:

Summon the Messenger!

But Lumian was unable to summon either the "doll" messenger or his own messenger.

“It’s cut off from the spirit world? At least it’s cut off to a certain extent… It’s indeed the place where ‘0-01’ is sealed…” Lumian stood in front of the table by the window, looking at the dim environment outside and the slightly lighter rainstorm, feeling the cold air filled with water vapor encroaching inside.

He carried out the third experiment according to the predetermined plan.

He walked to the full-length mirror in the room, pressed his right hand on the surface, and activated a black mark on his body.

He is using the contract power from "Bloody Jack" to sense the mirror image marks he left in other places!

In just a blink of an eye, Lumian saw three rather blurry marks through the mirror in front of him.

They came from Moran Avini's study, the treasure house of the Blue Avenger and the apartment rented by Franca Jenna.

This means that if Lumian can walk into the mirror, he may be able to use the "teleportation" ability to go to the mirrors corresponding to the three marks. Even if it doesn't work, he should be able to use it to exchange information with the outside world!

Lumian was both surprised and satisfied that his speculation had been confirmed:

Having read the "0-01" information, he roughly knew the origin of this seal and its relationship with Trier in the Quaternary Period. He felt that since the sealing methods were so similar, many details should be consistent as well - if there is a special mirror world in Trier, there will probably be one here as well; if there is a "man in the mirror" in Trier, there should be one here as well!

According to the data, "if the experimenter had not been blindfolded, the person leaving the mausoleum would be a monster just like himself." This is evidence of the existence of the "man in the mirror" and the special mirror world.

Based on these prerequisites, Lumian felt that by using the abilities related to the mirror world, he might be able to establish a certain connection with the outside world.

It was with this speculation that he borrowed the extraordinary item "Mirror Buckle" from Franka. Franka has become the "Witch of Pain". In a few days, she will use the excuse of tracking down the "Man in the Mirror" to try to ask the Witch Sect for a talisman-like item that can allow her to move to another location with the help of the mirror world.

Lumian reached into the Traveler's Bag and pulled out the glass-like cufflink.

He was not in a hurry to conduct experiments to confirm whether he could leave directly or only transmit information, because the "mirror button" could only be used four times. He had to wait until there was important information or urgent matters that needed to be communicated before trying again.

Gurgle, gurgle... At this moment, Lumian heard his stomach making hungry sounds.

He couldn't help but complain inwardly:

"Really? The Church of Knowledge is too stingy. They sent me to Morola without even giving me a meal or a drop of water. I'm not Ludwig, who can finish all the meals in prison..."

Muttering, Lumian went downstairs and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something to eat. He would then go out to look for the head of the "abscessed hand" after the rain stopped.

At this time, the bar owner's body had been dragged away by law enforcement officers and the blood on the ground had been wiped clean by them, but the bombed bar area and the burnt-like scene in the entire hall had not been dealt with. Glass shards and wood fragments were mixed, and the aroma of wine and burnt smell danced together.

Lumian had just picked up the bar owner's legacy left by the law enforcers - 420 Sasen gold, when he saw a man walking in at the door.

The man was none other than the honest-looking human meat cook Les.

Les was soaking wet. He looked around and asked Lumian:

“Are you hiring a chef here?”

Beyonder characteristic aggregation law? Lumian suddenly laughed:
"Mo, go to the kitchen and make something to eat. I'll try the food and see how it tastes."

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(End of this chapter)