Ring of Fate

Chapter 807 "Ask for advice" (ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)
"He may not be called this name in Morola. I just knew him before. I met him again yesterday when I came to this bar to duel with the boss. His characteristic is that his hair is dyed red. Haha, in Morola, people with red hair, no matter what color red it is, are not easy to mess with..." Lumian described the appearance characteristics of Albus Medici in detail.

Cook Les nodded:
"I remember."

“Did you really remember it? Do you want me to draw sketches of these people for you?” Lumian asked with unusual sincerity.

He asked not only Les, but also Julie, who was walking down the stairs again, but her pace was getting slower and slower.

He wanted to find something for the "witch" to do, hoping that she would pay attention to Vanak, Albus and others as soon as possible, so that the troubles would collide with each other first to see which one was the biggest trouble.

Les shook his head slowly:

"No need. If you remember them as different ingredients, their characteristics will be very distinct."

"Different ingredients, turkey?" Lumian put the image of Albus Medici and turkey together in his mind and laughed out loud.

He then took out 200 Sassen gold and gave it to Les, which was the cost of replenishing the bar's meat ingredients and alcoholic beverages.

After turning and leaving the kitchen, Lumian "just happened" to see Julie walk up the stairs and put her feet on the ground.

This "witch" changed into a very fresh outfit that she got from somewhere, a white women's shirt and an ankle-length brown-green long skirt, which perfectly brought out her gentle and soft qualities.

Lumian suddenly thought of the voice he heard last night, which was in sharp contrast to Julie's current temperament and state.

His mouth suddenly felt dry.

Shit, this "witch" is secretly using "charm" on me! It's not that Lumian won't react, but such a big reaction is definitely a problem for the "ascetic monk".

He looked at Julie, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Remember the second rule of the bar?"

Compared to yesterday, Julie's face seemed to be glowing, and her whole body was filled with joy from the inside out.

Seeing this, Lumian couldn't help but rub his forehead:
Sister, you act so happy. Are you really not afraid of exposing the fact that Celeste came to see you last night?

Although you don't know that I watched you rush towards Celeste yesterday and suffered a great blow...

Julie pursed her lips and smiled politely:
"I can't harass you, my boss."

"You were just 'charming' me." Lumian pointed out the problem bluntly.

Julie shrank back immediately and asked fearfully:

"You, how do you want to punish me?"

She acted timid, but her eyes were full of smiles, as if she was flirting with Lumian.

Lumian sighed half sincerely and half deliberately:

“The first mistake can be forgiven.

"But don't let it happen again, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, as if to create a sense of fear that came from the unknown.

"Yes, boss!" Julie smiled.

She turned her eyes and pointed to the door:
"Boss, the bar doesn't open until noon, can I go out for a walk now?"

“Sure.” Lumian asked teasingly, “Are you planning to satisfy your collecting addiction again? Do you have the habit of exercising in the morning?”

"No." Julie shook her head slightly, "I want to know more about this city."

After watching her walk out of the bar, Lumian immediately "teleported" to the front, transformed into a shadow creature, and prepared to follow her.

But Julie disappeared.

"Invisible", then erased the traces and performed a counter-divination? Lumian left the shadows and frowned slightly.

This shows that what Julie is going to do this morning is quite important and she doesn’t want anyone to know!
Of course, this was also because she finally saw her lover and her soul was comforted. Her overall condition improved and she became professional enough. She was no longer as crazy as she was last night, and her emotions were almost out of control.

This is the normal behavior of a Sequence 5 "Witch of Pain".

Lumian was not too disappointed, at least Julie already knew about the existence of Vanak and Albus Medici.

He walked along the nearest road towards the cemetery, but when he arrived at his destination, he did not dig anyone's grave or sneak underground. Instead, he turned directly into the library-like church of knowledge.

He went out today, and following Julie was just a coincidence. His main purpose was to visit Archbishop Heraberg of Morola.

——The title of Archbishop Morola was given to Herraberg by Lumian. After all, this puppet-shaped clergyman of the Church of Knowledge claimed to be in charge of all theological affairs of Morola.

Lumian felt that since the Church of Knowledge had "escorted" him all the way to Morora and had not even confiscated the magical items, it might be more effective to directly inquire about the underground mausoleum rather than trying in a roundabout way.

This was also a test. Lumian wanted to see whether the seal information of "0-01" was given only to himself, or was "distributed" to all qualified people. Whether the Church of Knowledge only bet heavily on himself, or put its eggs in multiple baskets.

In the holy church filled with glory, Lumian found Heraberg, a man with gray hair, gentle eyes, and wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass thread, among the brass bookshelves and stained glass windows.

The clergyman of the Church of Knowledge was standing in front of a brass bookshelf, holding a thick book in his hand and flipping through it quietly.

"Archbishop." Lumian called out tentatively.

Heraberg raised his head and asked in a friendly manner:
"What doubts do you have?"

Lumian chose his words carefully and said:
"If I want to go into the underground part of the cemetery and find something, what do I need to do to avoid danger?"

Heraberg smiled.

He pointed to the brass bookshelf next to him:

"This one, this one, this one... Take these books back and read them first, and master them."

Lumian followed the clergyman's finger, looked over, and read the name of the corresponding book in his mind:

Morola Residents' Code

Making and maintaining puppets

"Examples of the Construction of Underground Mausoleums"

The Sealing Principle...

This... what is the point of a "hunter" like me reading these books? I am not a "reader". It can be intuitively demonstrated that knowledge is power... It means that by absorbing the knowledge in these books, I can roughly figure out the layout of the underground mausoleum, master the rules of the seal operation, and how to leave a mark on "0-01"? Lumian withdrew his gaze thoughtfully.

Heraberg continued:

"Once you have finished reading these books, take these papers and get full marks on each one."

Lumian looked at the papers that filled up an entire grid, and his forehead jumped instinctively, awakening some unpleasant memories.

He kept his expression unchanged and asked as if to confirm:
"After reading the book and completing these papers, and passing them, can we avoid the various dangers in the underground part of the cemetery?"

Heraberg raised his right hand again and pointed to another brass bookshelf.

"This, this, and this. Once you have mastered all the knowledge on these three bookshelves, you'll be almost there."

Three bookshelves? Lumian's mouth twitched slightly.

There must be two or three hundred books and thousands of papers, right?

Heraberg smiled and sighed:

“Remember, knowledge equals power, knowledge equals wealth, and the answers to all the questions you want to know are in knowledge.”

Lumian's expression changed several times, and he gritted his teeth and said:

“Let me read these first.”

He pulled out the first few books that Herraberg had pointed out from the brass bookshelf.

Heraberg nodded with satisfaction:

"A hunter who knows how to learn and pursue knowledge is the most powerful hunter.

"I don't know how many years it has been, but finally a 'hunter' comes to me for advice, willing to patiently read the designated books. Other red-haired and thick-haired people are unwilling to even step into the door of the Temple of Knowledge, let alone approach these bookshelves."

This is because Aurore laid a good foundation for me, which allowed me to develop a habit of reading since I was young... Lumian boasted in his heart, and suddenly felt a little sad.

He stuffed the few books in his hands into the "traveler's bag", said goodbye to Herraberg, and walked towards the door of the Church of Knowledge.

On the way, he saw a familiar figure.

That was Guy, who was exiled to Morola with him.

Guy, who looks gentle, changed into thick cotton clothes and stood in front of a brass bookshelf, looking at the book in his hand attentively in the sunlight shining in through the stained glass next to him.

Lumian pondered for a few seconds, walked over, and said with a smile:

"What a coincidence! Why are you here in the church to read?"

Guy smiled slightly:
"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I regretted not having enough knowledge? Now, with such a huge library, how could I give up the opportunity to learn?

"What are you doing in church?"

"Ask if it's too late to convert to the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' now." Lumian answered Guy's question with a joke, and then changed the subject, "Have you found a job?"

"Not yet." Guy shook his head. "I don't want to be a slave to some exiles in a farm or factory. I plan to study for a while first. I was lucky yesterday and made some money. I don't have to worry about going hungry."

Lumian chatted with Guy for a few words, waved goodbye to the serial killer who had a little secret, and returned to the "Carnivore" bar. He found a seat by the window, took out a few borrowed books, and began to read in the most comfortable posture.

The sunshine in Morola is sometimes bright and sometimes obscured by violent storms, but this does not affect Lumian's reading because he has his own blazing fireball desk lamp.

It was almost noon when Julie came back from outside with light steps and a smile on her face. She exuded a strong charm, which made the human meat cook Les couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.

Julie glanced at Lumian and asked curiously:

"Are you reading?"

"Nothing much anyway," Lumian replied casually.

Julie was not interested in the books, so she withdrew her gaze and walked upstairs to look for the waitress's clothes in the room.

Lumian said silently:
Really, knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth, and you are not even curious about what book I am reading...

At this time, Les walked up to him and said:
"Boss, it's time for lunch."

Lumian nodded, put away the book, and stood up.

He thought for a moment, then said to Les thoughtfully:

"Find a piece of red cloth and hang it on the door."

PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)