Ring of Fate

Chapter 815 Strange Test Paper
Hearing Vanak's question, Lumian, who was a little annoyed by the interruption of his studies, laughed out loud:

"Can you find them?"

"I can't find it." Vanak admitted frankly.

Compared to him and Lumian who have a fixed residence, Gusin and Medici's whereabouts are secretive and it is difficult to pinpoint their specific locations.

Vanak continued:
"But I can fish them out using myself as bait."

Fish it out? Why call it the "Hunter" path? Just call it the Fishing Master Path... Lumian mocked Vanak and himself in his heart, and finally calmed down.

He looked at the man in the mirror who wanted to kill him the first time they met and who had black eyes and was suspected of being contaminated by "0-01", and sneered:

"Bait? If you dare to wander the streets of Morola now, Albus and Gusin will probably not dare to do anything, thinking it's a trap.

“Of course, they will definitely send someone to test you to see if you are bluffing, but they won’t be able to ambush you that way.”

Vanak's eyes were still sharp, and he said in a metallic voice:

"I won't treat them as fools. I will leave some traces and clues so that they can find my hiding place by themselves.

"They must seize these few days and cannot wait for me to recover, otherwise they will be the ones who suffer."

Lumian smiled in the tone of a "hunter":

"You are very confident. Why don't you wait until your injuries are healed and then take revenge on them one by one? Why do you have to take the risk of setting a trap now and even choose to cooperate with me?"

"If they don't find me within five days, the two rats will retreat into the sewer and hide. I can kill any one of them, but it won't be easy to find them." Vanak's tone was full of murderous intent.

Lumian did not ask any more questions, but thought about something:
This most dangerous person in Morola is suspected to have surrendered to "0-01". While being polluted, he was also blessed and had the strength of a pseudo-demigod.

Does his current attitude mean that "0-01" does not like the "Red Angel" Medici and the "Iron Cross"?
Or, "0-01" resists all those who try to control it, and Vanak's attitude when he first met me is proof of this. But in the current situation, he wants to target Albus and Guxin first, and is willing to reach a temporary cooperation agreement with the weaker party?

Vanak had the strength of a pseudo-demigod, and was severely injured by Albus, Gusin and several members of the "Iron Cross" in Morola, and fled the base in a panic...

Albus is indeed not a simple person, and Gu Xin should be the same. I didn't choose to attack with all my strength before, so it was right to attack suddenly...

"0-01" is also related to that special mirror world. Vanak can travel through the mirror...

Lumian looked at Vanak who was patiently waiting for his answer and asked with a smile:

"why me?"

After entering Morola, he has not used his full strength, nor has he used any powerful items on him.

"We are the same people." Vanak's iron-black eyes were cold, "and I can clearly feel that you are not simple."

Of course it's not simple. With so much pollution and so many things mixed together, it would be strange if it could be simple... Lumian raised his right hand, stroking his chin and said:
"Aren't you worried that I will take this opportunity to kill you, Albus, and Guxin while you are still seriously injured?

"You must be on guard against others."

"You don't have the ability." Vanak said quite directly, "Besides, it's not that easy to really kill me in Morola."

Lumian leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and said after a few seconds:

"time and location."

"The time cannot be determined. It depends on the progress of Albus and Gu Xin's investigation. I will tell you the approximate time and the scheduled location in advance." Vanak, who has a sharp and tough temperament and an angular face, rarely smiled.

Lumian opened his eyes and sat up again:
"With your strength, you were actually seriously injured by them. What special things did they show in the battle?"

"He's not seriously injured, but almost seriously injured." Vanak emphasized, "The man named Albus has special powers or items that can create the fog of war that only high-level 'Hunters' can possess... Guxin is not only a powerful 'Hunter', but also has some abilities of the 'Witch' path. He can also use the mirror world to a certain extent..."

Lumian listened attentively, and a smile gradually spread:

"Pleasant to work with."

Vanak nodded slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared in the swaying mirror-like water light.

Lumian sat quietly in the armchair and muttered to himself:
“Could it be a trap?

"Vanak, Albus, and Gusin used human lives as props to perform a drama in order to ambush me?

“Or, does Vanak want to take this opportunity to kill Albus, Gusin and me together?
"..."

Lumian thought about a lot of things, and his head started to hurt.

“Forget it, I’ll think about these conspiracies in a few days. It’s really troublesome to fight against the ‘Hunter’. I’ll read the book first, read the book first…” Lumian turned his attention back to the book “Examples of the Construction of Underground Tombs”.

After another hour, he closed the book with satisfaction.

After spending nearly a week, he finally finished studying the first batch of books assigned by Herraberg and can go to the Church of Knowledge for the exam tomorrow!
Lumian lay back on the bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, he saw an army.

The members of the army were all wearing iron-black armor and marching in a mighty procession on a red plain. In the distance, there seemed to be something floating.

As if they had sensed Lumian's gaze, they turned their heads and looked over, their eyes seeming to be real.

Lumian saw the faces of these soldiers:

Under the iron-black helmet, the skin was pale and shriveled, as if it had lost all moisture and flesh, and was tightly attached to the skull. A ball of dark red flame was burning in each of the two eye sockets.

Mummy...

Is this an army of undead creatures?
As soon as these thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, he felt a huge fear rising from the bottom of his heart, as if urging him to submit to something unknown.

He fought the feeling with all his might and finally came to his senses.

He opened his eyes and found that it was just a dream. At this moment, the sky outside the window was hazy and the dawn had not yet appeared.

Reading too much about "0-01" has aggravated the pollution? Lumian thought for a few seconds and forced himself to sleep for a while until six in the morning.

Julie did not return home all night, so after having breakfast, Lumian stuffed the books into his "traveler's bag" and headed straight for the Church of Knowledge.

Heraberg, wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, was explaining the situation to a group of exiles who had just arrived here. Lumian waited for a while until the new exiles walked out of the church, then he smiled and took out a book and said to Heraberg:
"Your Excellency, I have finished reading these books."

"You are now honored as Your Excellency?" Heraberg said with a smile, took the book, pointed to the corresponding brass bookshelf and said, "Go over there and take a paper to do."

Lumian was mentally prepared. He walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a test paper at random.

While searching for tables and chairs out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the contents of the test paper.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

The first question on the test paper is:
"Have you had any nightmares recently?"

The second question is:
"Please describe your nightmare in detail."

“Is this a test of your knowledge? It doesn’t look like it… It’s more like the psychological tests Anthony brought back from the Psychologists’ Guild…” Lumian thoughtfully wrote down the answers on the raised part of the brass bookshelf.

He answered the entire test paper truthfully.

“Done.” Lumian felt as if he was back in Cordu Village, reporting to his sister that he had completed the class test.

"Let me see." Heraberg stretched out his right hand.

After taking Lumian's test paper, he checked it from beginning to end and nodded slightly.
"You don't need to read all the books on these three bookshelves. This one, this one, and this one..."

Heraberg pointed out seven or eight books in a row and said with a smile:

"It's enough to finish reading them."

Huh? No need to read all three bookshelves? Just these seven or eight books? Lumian was confused for a moment, not understanding what Archbishop Morola's judgment was based on.

The remaining books on those three shelves suddenly weren't important?

Thinking of the content of the test paper just now, Lumian suddenly had some guesses.

He said to Herrberg thoughtfully:

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

While putting the corresponding books into the "Traveler's Bag", Lumian roughly estimated the time it would take.

If he concentrates on his work without any distractions, he can basically finish one book a day, but he can't do that because he will be suspected.

"It will take two weeks, or even more than two weeks... But according to Archbishop Heraberg, it will be enough to finish reading these. It is much better than my estimate of half a year to finish reading three bookshelves..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood improved a lot.

He imitated the crazy talk of his sisters Aurora and Franca, and laughed in his heart:

“Albus, Julie, Gusin, and Vanak, wait another two weeks, and when I finish my studies, I will kill you all!
"Well, now I have to rely on Vanak's 'invitation' to find clues from Albus about where the head of the man with the broken hand is hidden...

"Also, we need to gather information about the 'witch'..."

…………

Saturday evening, Memorial Parish, Trier.

Franka looked at Janna, who had naturally moved into the guest room after returning from Russell Harbor. She didn't ask why, but said in her heart:
"You don't seem very happy. Julian insists on going back to Trier?"

"Yeah, he's such a stubborn person." Janna let out a long sigh.

In fact, you too, and your mother too... Franca muttered in her heart:

"Don't worry, there's still about a month to figure it out."

"Yeah." Janna glanced at Franca who was wearing a wizard's robe, "Are you going to attend the occult gathering in Lumian's place?"

"Yes." Franka threw up the silver-white "Lie" ear clip and caught it again.

Compared to the embarrassment and anxiety at the beginning, she is now more looking forward to it.

It's fun, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)