Ring of Fate

Chapter 826 "Reminder"

"If that or those 'Mirror Persons' sneaked into Morola, what would they do?" Lumian pondered for a while, put the book back into the "Traveler's Bag", walked down the stairs step by step, and walked into the hall.

It was dinner time and the bar was very lively. Julie was holding a tray and moving like a butterfly between the small round tables, placing glasses of alcoholic drinks and portions of food in front of the corresponding customers.

The customers were well behaved and no one took the opportunity to slap Julie's butt or rub her chest.

It's not that they have morals or are civilized. Anyone who can enter Morola is a serious criminal with blood on his hands. The reason they became honest is that someone set a wrong example not long ago:

Julie's mood has been unstable for the past two days, and she is often in a trance. She is no longer as light-footed as usual, dodging the hands and arms that want to take advantage of her amidst laughter and joy. In the evening, someone took the opportunity to pinch her butt hard.

Julie's suppressed brutality and madness suddenly erupted.

If Lumian hadn't stopped her in time and reminded her that this wasn't a legal duel, the drunkard would have been sent to the kitchen with vital parts missing.

In the end, under the premise that the drunkard insisted on not accepting Julie's invitation to a duel, after repeated "negotiations" by everyone, he "voluntarily" chopped off his hand to express his apology. Otherwise, he might not be able to control his emotions and actively attack the bar owner who spoke harshly and was hateful, forcing the other party to defend himself.

Lumian glanced at Julie, who had no smile on her face, and walked to the kitchen, where he saw that Les's busy work had finally come to an end and he was enjoying his dinner.

He picked up a finger that had been cooked to a caramel color, put it in his mouth, and began to chew it with a crunching sound.

Lumian sighed silently and said:

"I'm going to be out for a while, please keep an eye on Julie."

"No problem." Les pointed to the mutilated palm on the plate and said, "Boss, do you want to try it? I found a new cooking method. First fry it, then add the prepared sauce and steam it for twenty minutes."

“No need.” Lumian turned around and left the Carnivore bar. In the dark without any street lights, he walked to the Church of Knowledge.

He found a corner where he could see the cemetery and the entrance to the underground mausoleum through the window, and pulled over a wooden armchair.

Patting the back of the chair, Lumian sighed and said:
"The Knowledge Church is becoming more and more considerate..."

There had never been a chair placed next to the brass bookshelf before.

"What a pity, there's no place to put my feet." Lumian sat down and cast his gaze toward the cemetery outside the stained glass. With the help of the light of the crimson moon high in the sky, he examined the situation near the entrance to the underground mausoleum.

According to the knowledge he had, Sally, who had been on duty in the underground mausoleum for two days, would return to the surface at nine o'clock tonight.

What Lumian had to do was to make others believe that he came to the Church of Knowledge to read and study, but in fact he came to observe the conditions of the underground mausoleum and the activities of the experimenters.

He has only one real purpose:
That is to use the observation of the conditions of underground mausoleums and the activities of experimenters to cover up his love for learning.

With this reason, he wouldn't have to waste time hanging around in the "Carnivore" bar, drinking and bragging, and it would allow him to finish reading the remaining books in advance.

In the dense and bright candlelight of the Church of Knowledge, Lumian read for a while and then forced himself to raise his head and observe the entrance to the underground mausoleum for two or three minutes.

After repeating this behavior several times, he suddenly thought of his sister.

At that time, Aurore always urged him to study, but every once in a while she would pull him away from the desk and force him to look at the trees outside the window and the alpine pastures not far away.

Now, he can only rely on his own consciousness.

As time passed, the church bells rang.

A team of law enforcers in black robes woodenly left the Church of Knowledge, turned into the cemetery, and arrived at the entrance of the underground mausoleum.

Not long after, the team of law enforcers walked out from the gray-white stone steps leading to the underground mausoleum, neither fast nor slow but in a very orderly manner.

With the help of the Hunter's vision and the crimson moonlight, Lumian saw that the leader was none other than Celeste, who was wearing a black robe and blindfolding her eyes.

The "witch" walked out of the entrance area slowly with a blank expression and no emotion, and took off the black cloth covering her eyes.

The team behind her was very long, and everyone was holding a lantern.

At this moment, Lumian was in a trance, as if the deep darkness at the entrance to the mausoleum had suddenly come alive.

The darkness instantly engulfed the experimenter walking at the end.

Lumian blinked and found that there was no movement in the darkness. The abnormal activation he had just seen seemed to be just an illusion.

He frowned slightly and counted the team of experimenters led by Sally Stewart again.

Soon, Lumian came to the conclusion:
"One person is missing... and one lantern is missing..."

Lumian kept watching Celeste and the others until they returned to the Church of Knowledge.

When they were almost at the stairs, Celeste turned her head naturally and glanced in Lumian's direction.

Lumian placed his right leg on his left knee, leaned back in his chair, and accepted the other person's scrutiny.

He felt that Celeste must have noticed his gaze.

This shows that she probably still maintains a certain level of self-esteem.

"Huh, no need to worry about Julie self-destructing for now..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and watched Sally and the team of law enforcers disappear at the stairs.

He had been worried these past two days that something might happen to Celeste, which would cause Julie to lose control of her emotions, so she took action without being fully prepared.

That will affect his reading and studying!
After looking for a while, Lumian found that Archbishop Heraberg of Morola was passing by the brass bookshelves in an inspection manner.

He pondered for several seconds, and when the other party came nearby, he suddenly spoke:
"Your Excellency, I have a question for you."

Heraberg, wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, smiled kindly and approvingly:

"go ahead."

Lumian held the book in his hand and asked sincerely:

"It seems that the taboos in the underground mausoleum are all for the living. What if the person who goes in is a dead person or an undead creature?"

Heraberg looked at Lumian deeply and replied with a smile:
"The dead should sleep forever, what do you think?"

Does that mean that once an undead creature enters the underground mausoleum, it will fall into eternal slumber? As expected, "0-01" has characteristics related to death and darkness... Then I can't use the golden mask of the Eggers family to find loopholes... Lumian sighed regretfully and said:

"I think so."

The gray-haired Herraberg said in a teacher-like tone:

"While studying, you also need to pay attention to your physical health and mental energy. You can't stay up late to read. Just keep up with your previous progress."

This... is this because they are afraid that my condition will deteriorate and I will be overwhelmed by the pollution that comes with the knowledge in the books? I have to control the speed of being polluted? Lumian stood up thoughtfully and responded:
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

He immediately stuffed the book in his hand back into the "traveler's bag" and walked out of the Church of Knowledge under the satisfied gaze of Heraberg.

As they crossed the large square outside, Lumian saw from the corner of his eye that Julie was walking lightly out of the side door of the church, her whole body exuding a relaxed mood.

I came to check the situation as soon as possible... Lumian watched Julie turn into another alley and return to the "Carnivore" bar on her own.

When he was about to reach his destination, he heard a sudden shrill and painful scream not too far away.

"Julie made this?" Lumian muttered to himself with amusement. "When I'm in a bad mood, I have to cut one. When I'm in a good mood, I have to cut one too. Can't I take a break and find something else to entertain myself?"

Fortunately, Morola has enough exiles.

However, Lumian was also certain that after he and others came in, the daily death toll was several times higher than before.

In other words, they cannot stay too long, otherwise the replenishment of exiles will definitely not keep up with the consumption, and Morola will sooner or later face the crisis of insufficient number of seals.

At this time, the bar was closed. Lumian walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of Lilanzi. He sipped it gently while seeming to be waiting for something.

After an unknown amount of time, Julie appeared at the door wearing a shirt and a long skirt.

With a blush still on her cheeks, she glanced at Lumian and asked with a smile:
"Boss, are you waiting for me?"

In her hands she was playing with a bloody object frozen in ice.

Lumian took a sip of Relanci and asked instead of answering:

"Do you know my name?"

Julie walked to the bar, shook her head, and said with a smile:

"All I know is that you're my boss."

"But as a member of the law enforcement team, Sally should know the name of every resident of Morola." Lumian directly pointed out Sally's existence.

Julie's expression changed slightly, and then she smiled and sighed:
"But she said the name Louis must be fake."

"I don't believe that you haven't communicated with the outside world and asked them to help investigate my true identity." Lumian pressed the bar table with one hand and took a sip of liquor leisurely.

Julie pouted and did not directly respond to whether she had investigated Lumian's true identity. She just said:

"It doesn't matter."

"That's right." Lumian nodded with a smile. "I have previously captured a 'Mirror Man' from underground Trier. He told me that some of his companions have gone to Lenburg to find Morola. Now, according to new intelligence, that 'Mirror Man' or those 'Mirror Man' may have come in."

The smile on Julie's face gradually disappeared, and her expression became solemn.

Lumian drank the rest of the Lelanzi in one gulp, put the glass away, left the bar, and walked to the second floor.

Julie sat on the bar stool in silence for a while, then left the Carnivore Bar.

Morola, in a vacant house.

The "witch" put on a gold ring inlaid with a blue gem and sat in front of a half-length mirror.

She in the mirror suddenly shook slightly and changed.

(End of this chapter)