Ring of Fate

Chapter 852 "Intercontinental Travel" (asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Ludwig had finished the red fish hot beef pie in his hand, squatted in front of a sidewalk bench, took out a pen and a notebook from his red hard bag, and began to write his thoughts on the meal with concentration and seriousness.

Lumian in the dark curled his lips:
"I said I was afraid, but my body still instinctively repeated the habits I had developed in the Knowledge Church...

"If there weren't so many exams and studies, you might have become a qualified believer of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'..."

Lumian laughed at Ludwig while looking at the citizens around him.

His gaze passed over the young man who was quietly reading a book in the cafe across the street, passed over the middle-aged or elderly scholar who was standing at the intersection but never went over and just observed the passers-by and carriages, and fell on the painter who propped up his drawing board under the Intis sycamore tree and painted the street scene with a blank expression.

Lumian left the shadows, took a few steps, and came behind the painter, looking at his paintings like the other passers-by before him.

The painting was ordinary and he did not sense the existence of any extraordinary power.

Lumian continued walking forward, secretly sighing:
"At present, he seems to be a normal painter, but his mental state is a little bit off...

"Is this the painter from Trier? Sometimes he is even more like a follower of evil gods than a follower of evil gods...

"Well, in Trier, it's too difficult to identify the followers of the evil god based on their abnormal behavior. In Franka's words, many citizens have a very beautiful mental state... In this matter, Trier of the Fourth Epoch and the existence of the overall seal bear half of the responsibility, and they themselves bear the other half..."

As Lumian was thinking, he saw a naked man walking towards him. The only cloth item on his body was a black top hat, which was placed in front of his lower abdomen.

The man walked with his head held high and looked around with pride. He was not at all embarrassed about his current appearance, as if he had done something to be very proud of.

After passing Lumian by seven or eight meters, his palm suddenly felt burned.

He instinctively retracted his hand and saw his black hat burning with red flames and slowly falling to the ground.

He lost his last cover.

Lumian turned his back to him and continued walking forward, moving his mouth silently:

“You’re welcome, let me show you off more thoroughly.

"You dare to run naked at this young age? Next time I'll let you visit the New Silver City for free."

Lumian put his hands in his pockets and stepped into the shadows, turning his attention back to Ludwig.

He had been following for a long time, but still hadn't found anyone suspected to be a follower of the "Devouring Vortex".

However, thinking about the fact that since he met Ludwig, the little boy has never gathered the same evil god believers, Lumian suspected that the seal on him should have some restrictions on this. Otherwise, if such an evil god angel ran around everywhere, he would have caused countless occult disasters.

"There may be another reason. Even if many of the Heretic God's Gifters have gained divinity, as long as they are not out of control or half-crazy, they can usually disguise themselves as normal humans. But the Devouring Vortex may not be able to do that. Ludwig has not yet recovered to the level of a Depriver, but he can eat so much in one meal. Even if the corresponding Sequence 4 Demigod does not let go of his appetite, his appetite will definitely alarm the members of the Purifier and the Mechanical Heart...

“Forget it. Anyway, ‘taming’ Ludwig is the main goal. Fishing out other believers of the ‘Devouring Vortex’ is just a secondary idea. It doesn’t matter if there are none…” Lumian watched for so long along the way, but didn’t find any citizen with problems eating.

…………

After receiving Franca's second letter, Lumian came to Apartment 9, No. 702 Orosei Street after dinner.

Janna arrived two or three minutes earlier than him, still wearing vampire makeup and a conservative black dress.

Lumian glanced at Janna, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

Seeing this, Janna immediately raised her chin and said:
"Do you want to laugh at my current appearance?"

Lumian laughed:
"I just remembered a joke. There was a duke who listened to the advice of a quack doctor and took pills containing arsenic for a long time in order to whiten his skin. He did succeed in improving his skin color, but he also suffered a side effect. He died."

"Where did you see this joke?" Janna asked curiously.

"Grimace magazine. Not long before I saw that joke, a guest at the Golden Rooster Hotel told me that you can slap your face to make it look rosy and healthy, so that it will be easier to find a job." Lumian laughed. "You people with thick hair should also read more books and magazines. Don't be illiterate, otherwise you will be despised by the clergy of the Church of Knowledge."

I just asked you to behave normally and wait for the opportunity to speak. I didn't ask you to keep mocking me...Janna suddenly felt a little itchy:

"Do you think I am you? I haven't even completed compulsory education..."

At this point, Janna paused.

At this time, Franka, who had been writing something on the coffee table, stood up and said:

"You two, don't delay the important matter."

Lumian, who had learned from the second letter that the visitor Harrison from Easter Island had reappeared and that Franca wanted to take Amandine to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" as soon as possible, nodded gently and said:
"I'm basically back to normal."

"So fast..." Franka was a little surprised.

Jenna's eyes briefly shifted away, then returned to Lumian and nodded slightly.
"Yeah, faster than I expected."

Lumian made a “tsk” sound:
“Isn’t this a good thing?

"We can ask Amandine what she thinks now."

"Yeah." Franka excitedly took out the "Ice Amulet".

Lumian had burned the independent space where the "Black Tear" was located for more than half an hour before he came over. He took out this "1" level seal:
"Use this. It won't consume any time."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the full-length mirror in the living room, the glass windows that let in the night sky, and the decorations with metal surfaces.

With the help of the mirror magic of "Black Tears", he did not find anything abnormal with these mirrored objects, nor did he feel any gaze being cast at him and others from inside.

He then threw the "Black Tear" to Franka and nodded slightly, meaning that the "Black Witch" should not be looking here now.

"I've written down everything I want to say to Amandine to avoid being overheard..." Franca put on the "Black Tear", held the letter in her hand, covered it with black flames, and pressed it into the glass surface of the full-length mirror in the living room.

She had to act quickly and end this matter before the negative effects of "Black Tears" took effect!
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Southern Continent, Matanibon, Paros Port.

Amandine lit the gas wall lamp, sat at the desk, and once again looked at the occult materials provided by Ms. Franca.

Every time she read this knowledge, she was filled with surprise, respect, yearning and fear.

In the past two or three weeks, she met with several acquaintances from the patrol team many times and also attended two occult gatherings. She discovered that the occult knowledge recorded in this data was actually unknown to the vast majority of extraordinary people, regardless of whether it was official or not.

"This is really a gift..." Just as Amandine was expressing this feeling, she saw that the dressing mirror given by Ms. Franca, which was specially placed next to her, became dim and began to reflect water.

In the water light, Intis characters were outlined one by one:
“I’m Franka, Lumian has returned.

"He asked me to ask you when you plan to arrive in Trier. He will take you to the area where the figure may appear..."

Louis Berry has returned to Trier... Amandine thought for a few seconds and said to the mirror:

"Just tonight."

She had originally planned not to meet anyone tonight and to study the remaining occult knowledge.

——She had already instructed her maid in advance to lock the bedroom door.

Just as Amandine answered, Franca's slightly hurried voice came from the mirror:
"Put your hand on the mirror."

Amandine stretched out her hand towards the surface of the dressing mirror with a little trepidation, but also with great anticipation and curiosity.

She felt that the hard, cold glass seemed to have lost its substance, like a layer of temperatureless water.

Amandine's right palm completely passed through the glass mirror, and suddenly a terrifying suction force exploded inside.

She was pulled in all at once, falling into the dark and empty tunnel, falling towards the end of the whirlpool.

Before Amandine could react, she felt dizzy.

When she regained her senses, she found herself standing in a small living room, opposite Ms. Franca whom she had met before.

The lady was as beautiful as last time, and because the distance was closer and there was no mirror blocking the view, her charm was obviously stronger, making Amandine, a woman, feel a little embarrassed to look at her for too long, but she couldn't help but look at her more.

As Amandine's eyes moved, she saw a beautiful woman with a pale face and bright red lips, who looked even more like a girl. She saw Lumian Lee sitting on a single sofa, wearing a shirt and a jacket, with his right foot raised above his left leg.

Are all the women around this guy so beautiful? He seems to be a little more handsome...Amandine suddenly felt a little inferior about her appearance.

She immediately looked around, examining this strange place.

Franka quickly took off the "Black Tear" and threw it back to Lumian.

"How amazing..." Amandine finally came to her senses and asked with bright eyes, "Did I come here through the mirror? Is this Trier?"

Lumian stuffed the Black Tear back into the independent space in the Traveler’s Bag and corrected him with a smile:
“Through the looking glass.”

"Mirror world..." Amandine chewed on the term, "Then, then is there a way for me to go to different places through the mirror world like you do?"

Lumian sneered:

"Don't you know that non-adjacent pathways cannot be interchanged? Don't you know that magical items exist?"

As he spoke, Lumian stood up and walked towards the door:

"Let's go now."

"She, aren't they going?" Amandine pointed at Franca and Janna.

She didn't even have time to say hello!

“No need.” Lumian opened the door.

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