Ring of Fate

Chapter 812 "Additives"

In the thick fog, Lumian stared at the oil lamp, eager to light it and see what would happen.

In the end, he controlled himself and did not take the risk.

Before the critical moment comes and all situations are still in a chaotic state and not clear enough, Lumian believes that any high-risk decision is not wise.

At the same time, he had no intention of taking the oil lamp away to exchange it with Albus Medici for the head of "Abscessed Hand". Since the "Iron Cross" placed the oil lamp here and did not send anyone to guard it, it meant that they were not worried about the loss of the oil lamp, or they had many similar oil lamps and could just as well lose it if it was lost.

——According to Lumian’s observation, the light yellow oil in the oil lamp is most likely not from the “Iron-Blooded Knight” and the “Desperate Witch”. It is somewhat different from the corpse oil candle and should be just a mixture of the mid-sequence “Hunter” and “Witch”.

“Although it’s much less effective than the corpse oil candle, it should be able to play a certain role in the underground of Morola, which is similar to Trier in the Fourth Epoch…” Lumian reached into the “traveler’s bag”.

Just because it can’t be ignited and is useless to take away doesn’t mean there’s nothing he can do.

He planned to add something extra to the oil lamp so that the people from the "Iron Cross" would encounter unforeseen accidents during the ceremony!

Lumian took out the old blood powder of the "Devil Wizard", ice lemon fish fillets, the rage potion from the "Night Tour Party", and the bark potion from the same source.

He placed them on a half-high stone platform, took a little of each, mixed them together, and kneaded them into a brown "mud ball" the size of a normal human knuckle.

"What is this called? It's called a cocktail!" Lumian chuckled and put all the ingredients back into the "traveler's bag". He then took out Mr. K's finger, cut off a little flesh from it, and wrapped it in the surface of the brown "mud ball".

This was a preparation for the inspection by the Iron Cross - the Iron Cross, which used "Hunters" as its main channel, could not help but do some inspections before using the oil lamps to confirm whether there were any problems. After all, the oil lamps were not under their close supervision for a long time.

Being in Morola, Lumian didn't need to worry about the other party being able to sense it by using Mr. K's fingers in this way.

Looking at the small "mud ball" stained with blood, Lumian dug out a little semi-solid and semi-liquid yellowish-red substance from his corpse oil candle with great distress and smeared it on the "mud ball".

Only double camouflage plus similar but higher-level and divine items can deceive the noses and eyes of those "hunters"!
When the "mud ball" was stained with a light yellow and red color, Lumian looked at the corpse oil candle carefully and comforted himself:

"It's just a little less, it shouldn't affect the number of times it can be used..."

After putting away the corpse oil candles, Lumian picked up the oil lamp on the half-high stone platform, pulled out the wick that looked like strands of black hair, and sank the yellowish and reddish "mud balls" little by little into the semi-solidified oil, allowing them to stay in the predetermined position.

Seeing that the pale yellowish red color on the surface of the "mud ball" interacted and merged with the surrounding pale yellow oil as expected, so that the blood color became lighter and lighter, leaving only a little bit, but this was deeply hidden in the oil. From the outside, there was no trace. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wick, and slowly inserted it into the semi-solidified and semi-liquid pale yellow oil.

After repeated adjustments, the position and state of the wick finally met Lumian's requirements.

He could already imagine the situation at that time:

The oil lamp initially burned in the normal part, mixed with at most a little bit of divine corpse oil, which would only make the ritual more effective and allow the members of the "Iron Cross" to be more immersed in the corresponding senses.

This can last for twenty to thirty seconds, after which the corpse oil candle part will burn.

It will bring a mystical experience that is dozens of times stronger than the original oil lamp, and will be lethal to some members of the "Iron Cross" who are not mentally strong enough.

Of course, this may bring good changes to the remaining members of the "Iron Cross", but the corpse oil candle part is very small, and it will quickly burn into the pile of messy materials wrapped in Mr. K's flesh and blood.

Lumian himself didn't know what kind of impact this would bring, but he was sure that the situation would deteriorate.

“Just smoke this, it’s strong.” Lumian recalled the comments of the people of the Southern Continent on East Balam cigarettes, and said to the imaginary members of the “Iron Cross” with a smile.

Next, he dealt with the various marks left on the oil lamp and cleaned up the rubble at the scene.

Following the gradually fading scents of different perfumes, Lumian found the correct path back to the basement crack in the thick fog and slowly left the area.

He then transformed into a shadow creature and quietly returned to the "Carnivore" bar, where he pretended to take a nap to prevent a surprise attack from Albus Medici, Gu Xin and others.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian became energetic again.

He turned over and left the bed, stretched his neck, and laughed in a low voice:

“Didn’t come?
"Albus and the others didn't come, and neither did Vanak. Do they think that I have the ability to 'teleport' and am not in a special battlefield, or that I don't have any special items, so even if the raid is successful, they won't be able to kill me?
"Haha, you are too hesitant and too cautious. Now I have a shadow again, I am not afraid of the sun anymore, and I can block another fatal attack..."

Lumian opened the curtains, looked at the increasingly bright morning light, and cast his gaze on the books from the Church of Knowledge placed in the corner of the desk.

He instinctively felt a headache and frowned.

He resisted reading and learning, and fell into an unspeakable struggle.

If there were only a few books like these, Lumian would be very motivated and read very seriously and attentively, eliminating all distractions. But when he thought about the three bookshelves and thousands of papers he would have to fill after finishing these few books, he became depressed and didn't want to start.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighed, and said silently to himself:
"Forget it, since '0-01' was sealed by the Church of Knowledge, let's just respect knowledge.

"Anyway, there's nothing else to do for now. We need to wait for Albus and Julie to take further actions so that we can find opportunities and directions..."

Lumian sat down, leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the edge of the desk, and read the books that Heraberg had specified in a very comfortable but potentially overturned position.

He had read the first two or three chapters before and did not find anything worthy of attention or reflection, so this time he planned to study it in depth.

As he watched, Lumian's expression gradually changed.

He was so absorbed in reading that he almost forgot the time until Les knocked on the door and told him that it was time for breakfast.

“Okay.” Lumian nodded, put down the book he was reading without showing any signs of abnormality, and stood up and walked out of the room.

When he was almost at the door, he saw Leeds had turned into the stairs. He half turned sideways, looked back at the books on the table, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his face.

These books really contain very important knowledge!

He is currently studying one book carefully and skimming through a few others, but he has already discovered a lot of content that is similar to the details in the "0-01" seal material, and comes with more detailed explanations!

"If I really finish reading the books on those three bookshelves and pass the exam, I might actually be able to find an opportunity to get close to '0-01' through the operation of the overall seal, and use the principle of the seal to protect myself when touching that artifact...

"Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth, knowledge contains all the answers..." Lumian retracted his gaze, walked into the corridor with flashing eyes and thoughts, and turned to the stairs.

The problem now is that this kind of knowledge will obviously bring pollution, just like the seal data of "0-01". Lumian is worried that the more he masters, the closer he will be to "0-01" and eventually become its puppet.

"Also, if I keep reading these books very attentively, Albus, Julie, Gusin, Vanak and the others might get suspicious and go to the Church of Knowledge to borrow a few books. Then I'll lose my first-mover advantage... I'll have to wander around aimlessly for a while every day, go against them, set traps for them, compete with them in wits and courage, and pretend that I'm just reading for a while because I'm too bored..." A smile gradually appeared on Lumian's face.

He finished walking up the stairs and set his sights on Julie, who was sitting on a high stool in front of the bar.

This "witch" wore a white shirt and a black long skirt, and looked quite well-behaved, but while she was eating the ham and tomato sandwich made by Les, she gently shook her waist and made the high stool turn around.

She looked back at Lumian and continued to speak to Les:

"I only think about finding what I lost in other men when I'm in a particularly bad mood. Under normal circumstances, I'm just jealous and hateful. Why do they have what I don't have?

"And you, your cooking skills have conquered me. I recognize your right to continue to own that thing. As long as you don't come close to me when I explode, I won't do anything to you."

Is this one of the reasons why you “witches” like to turn your lovers into “witches”? Lumian sat next to Julie and said to Les with a smile:

"What are you talking about?"

Les licked his lips and said:

"She asked me if I was curious about what the meat of a witch tasted like, and she cut a small piece for me. It was really delicious when roasted, with rich fat and chewy texture. Then, we talked about the topic just now."

Lumian glanced at Julie and saw a bandage mark on her left shoulder and some blood on her shirt.

You really did cut it... One dared to cut it, and the other dared to do it. I am ashamed of your mental state and inner world... Lumian snorted and asked Julie directly:

"What do you want to do?"

Julie has two shallow dimples on her face:

"I want to learn cooking from Les."

Her face was full of longing and anticipation.

Cooking for Celeste? You "witches"... Lumian shook his head and focused on his breakfast.

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Trier, Monumental quarter, Orosei Street 9, apartment 702.

Franka received a reply from Ms. Judgment, which began with:
"Mr. 'Star' agrees to provide support for potion formulas and extraordinary materials in stages for Amandine's matter, but he does not need money or resources. He just hopes that you can help with some things."

"Me? How can I help Mr. Xingxing?" Franka fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)