Ring of Fate

Chapter 853 It’s Faster to Take It Slowly (Please give me a monthly ticket at the end of the month)

Inside a four-wheeled, four-seat carriage.

Amandine sat opposite Lumien, looking excitedly at the Intis plane trees on the roadside, the shops still brightly lit, the magnificent arcades, the gentlemen and ladies walking on turtles, and some citizens in strange costumes, praising from the bottom of her heart:

"It's Trier, it's even better than I thought."

"I hope you won't take back this comment after you've stayed here for a while." Lumian wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but there were so many things about Trier that were worth mocking that he couldn't find the most representative one at the moment, so he could only respond to Amandine in this way.

Amandine withdrew her gaze from the carriage window and said with regret:
"Unfortunately I have to return to Paros at daybreak."

She planned to apply for entrance examinations to some universities in Trier after graduating from grammar school.

Amandine glanced at the driver's seat in front of her and asked Lumian in a low voice:

"Why don't we just 'teleport' there directly?"

Lumian smiled leisurely and said:
"You are my guest, so of course I have to show you around Trier."

Amandine looked at Lumien twice:

"I feel like you're lying to me."

“Your feeling is correct.” Lumian smiled unabashedly, “Going slow will allow the Beyonder Characteristics Convergence Law to take effect.”

If he took Amandine and "teleported" to the entrance of the catacombs and rushed to the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" as quickly as possible to complete what needed to be done, then Harrison, the visitor from Easter Island, might not have reacted and been affected by the law of aggregation, and would not have decided to sneak into the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" again at night. Then everything would be over and the intended purpose would not be achieved at all.

We must allow enough time for the extraordinary characteristic aggregation law to take effect!

Maybe a little faster if you take your time.

"You, what do you want to gather?" Amandine became nervous after seeing Lumian's performance in the "Dream Festival".

"We are tracking a target." Lumian leaned back against the wall and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, your safety is absolutely guaranteed."

Hearing this, Amandine breathed a sigh of relief.

Louis Berry is a man of great credibility and he fulfilled all his promises.

What she didn't know was that if Franca or Janna were here, they would definitely ask in return, "Is it just safety guaranteed? Won't you get hurt, tortured, or suffer any mental or spiritual impacts in the process?"

Amandine glanced at the driver's seat across the compartment and whispered:

"Aren't you afraid that the driver might hear what you say?"

I didn't hold my voice down just now!

Lumian laughed and said:

"He can't hear."

Amandine was stunned for a moment, and tried to understand with her knowledge of mysticism:

"You, you quickly created the 'Spiritual Wall'?"

"You can think of it that way." Lumian was too lazy to explain to Amandine what the "Bottle of Fiction" was.

Amandine relaxed and asked with a smile:
"Those two ladies just now were your lovers?"

Lumian chuckled:
"You should ask this question in front of them?"

"That's so embarrassing, they will definitely be angry!" Amandine has a good emotional intelligence.

“Won’t I be angry?” Lumian asked with amusement.

Amandine smiled:
"You don't seem like the type to get angry about something like this."

She suddenly pointed outside the window and said:
"Is that the Higher Normal School of Trier?"

"Your technique in changing the subject is so clumsy." Lumien mocked Amandine unceremoniously.

In this way, the four-wheeled, four-seat rental carriage arrived at Purgatory Square at a normal speed.

As Lumien walked down the stairs, he took out a white candle, threw it to Amandine, and told her about the taboos in the catacombs.

Amandine listened carefully and lit one of the candles using the friction spirit method:
“I’ve seen it in some magazines, but none of them are as detailed as you described today.

"Do these taboos really have to be followed? What will happen if I don't follow them? For example, what if I don't light the candles?"

As they were talking, the two of them had arrived in front of the huge stone doorway with the warning words "Stop! The Empire of Death is ahead!" engraved on it.

The gray-haired gravekeeper behind the door, wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, glanced at Lumian and did not stop the two from entering the catacombs at night.

Lumian looked ahead, walking among the skeletons piled on the roadside, and said in a calm tone:
"Then you will disappear from this world. Your parents will forget they have such a daughter, your ex-fiancé will forget he once had such a fiancée, your friends will forget you, your servants will forget you too, and perhaps I will be the only one who still remembers you."

Although Amandine was a Sequence 7 Beyonder and had witnessed some of the tragedies that occurred during the Dream Festival, and her ex-fiancé was particularly good at summoning the undead, she still couldn’t help but feel a little nervous and scared in a dark and gloomy catacombs filled with skeletons and the aura of death.

This, combined with Lumian's explanation, made the hairs on her back stand up, and she gripped the white candle even tighter.

"When I first entered the catacombs, I thought this was a perfect place to tell horror stories. Unfortunately, there haven't been many opportunities like this until now." A smile appeared on Lumian's face.

Amandine was startled:
"Were you just telling a horror story?"

“Yes, the scariest thing about this horror story is that every word in it is true.” Lumian responded with a smile.

"..." Amandine was frightened again.

She quickened her pace, afraid of being left behind by Lumian.

The two of them went all the way to the fourth level of the catacombs. Along the way, some skeletons suddenly moved and tried to trip Amandine, causing the girl to almost scream.

Finally, Lumian and Amandine arrived at the huge, decayed and mottled tomb where the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" was hidden.

He glanced around and said silently to himself:
“I didn’t encounter the shadow that looked like Christmenna this time…

"He was wandering around the fourth-level tomb in search of a female 'witch'. Did he no longer have this obsession after achieving his goal?"

Lumien retracted his gaze and threw a mirror to Amandine:

"Here, wait for me."

"Wait here?" Amandine looked around in a panic.

The surroundings were dark and deep, with numerous tombs, decayed and dilapidated, and no one knew what was hidden in the shadows.

"Very soon." Lumian did not comfort her, but walked straight through the half-open stone door and entered the tomb.

After walking a few steps, he met the grave keeper whose wrinkles were so deep that he looked more like a corpse than a living person.

The old administrator, who was also wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, did not stop Lumian. He stood quietly and let him pass.

After reaching the gentle downward slope, Lumian took out a mirror and the "Black Tear" forehead ornament that had been burning for more than half an hour from the "Traveler's Bag".

Outside the huge tomb, Amandine saw Lumien's face emerging on the mirror surface in the yellowish light of the white candle, and heard his voice in her ears:
"Put your hand on the mirror."

Amandine, who already had experience, quickly pressed her hand holding the white candle towards the mirror.

After walking through the familiar cold water, and experiencing the familiar terrifying suction and weightless fall, Amandine soon found herself next to Lumian.

Lumian put away the Black Tear and the mirror, pointed to the depths of the slope and said:
"It's down there."

…………

Next to the huge tomb where the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" is hidden, there is a gap between two ancient tombs about 20 to 30 meters away from it.

Franka, holding a white candle, carefully leaned out and glanced at the target location.

She immediately retracted her body and muttered to Jenna:
“This candle is really annoying, we can’t hide it well.

"How can we ambush Harrison?"

The dim light of the white candles stood out in the deep, pure darkness.

Janna looked at Franca and smiled.

"The same is true in reverse, Harrison can't get close without being noticed.

"Also, hiding in this corner can effectively reduce the impact of the candlelight, which cannot be transmitted that far."

Franka knew all this and was just complaining casually just now.

She suddenly remembered something and asked with a twitch of her lips:
"Have you seen Anthony?"

"Uh..." Janna was also stunned.

At this time, Anthony's voice came from outside the gap:

“I’ve always been here.”

Following his voice, Franka and Janna finally saw their companion.

He was standing openly on the road outside, holding a lighted white candle, and the two "witches" had not noticed him before.

"'Psychological Invisibility' is awesome..." Franka praised enviously.

The principle of "psychological invisibility" is completely different from other "invisibility" abilities. It mainly places oneself in the psychological blind spot and blind corner of consciousness of the people around, so that they ignore the situation here. Therefore, whether or not there is a lit candle will not prevent Anthony from completing invisibility.

Anthony simply replied:
"Candlelight is a powerful thing here that attracts attention. It also reduces the effect of my 'psychological invisibility'. I have to concentrate very hard to maintain it."

Franca and Janna stopped talking. They hid in the gap between the tombs and listened to the sounds around them.

…………

In front of the thin gray mist that was gently shrinking and expanding.

Lumian once again reviewed his own condition:
The coldness that burst out from within took over his body, causing most of his emotions and desires to wither away. However, the malice and irritability that stemmed from the negative effects of the contract still existed and became increasingly stronger.

He was in pretty good shape now, and he was able to endure without relying much on his "ascetic" abilities.

Amandine had a similar reaction. Her face turned pale from being "frozen" and she clenched her teeth to prevent the stranger herself from coming out.

Lumian grabbed her arm and extended his left palm, which held a white candle, toward the gray mist.

As his chest felt warm, the two of them walked smoothly into the fog.

Everything became even quieter.

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(End of this chapter)