Ring of Fate

Chapter 910 Corpse (asking for monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)

Lumian looked into the deep blue eyes of the divine messenger Danitz for a few seconds and winked at Jenna.

Now, Franka no longer needs to digest the "pain" potion.

Jenna instantly understood what Lumian meant, and asked the envoy Danitz with a smile:

“Are there any classes for kids?”

She pointed at Ludwig, causing him to tremble and turn pale.

This made Jenna feel the obvious digestion of the "pain" potion.

Danitz's eyes lit up, and he smiled and said:
"Of course, we have everything from foreign language education and logic courses for three-year-olds to vocational training for adults!"

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but move back and forth between Janna and Franca's faces several times, as if they were amazed.

Many celebrities may not look this beautiful even with makeup and photo editing!

Jana took the flyer, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile:

"When I have time, I'll take my kids to see it."

She kept in mind the plan made by Lumian and focused on observation at the moment, not rushing to make contact.

Hearing Janna's words, Ludwig's face showed obvious bitterness. He could only grab a handful of grilled beef skewers and tear off a dozen pieces of meat sprinkled with chili powder and cumin powder to heal his inner trauma.

“Okay, remember to tell me my name, you’ll get a discount!” Danitz lamented that the beautiful woman in front of him had such a big child at such a young age. She must have not studied hard in high school, and was kidnapped by some gangster to give birth to a child before she finished her studies. At the same time, he told his own name, “My last name is Da, and my name is Ni Zi.”

After saying this, his eyes lingered over the faces of Janna and Franca, then he turned around without hesitation and continued looking for targets to distribute flyers.

“It should be a dream dummy woven by Mr. Fool’s subconscious mind.” Anthony made a judgment after observing silently for a while.

Lumian nodded slightly and said:

"He certainly didn't show the special qualities that a divine messenger should have, and he obviously didn't recognize me."

At this point, Lumian smiled:
“Since it was woven by Mr. Fool’s subconscious, it means that in Mr. Fool’s cognition, the Envoy of God is a person who likes women but will not be deceived by them. In this regard, his willpower is relatively strong.”

This was the conclusion he drew from the fact that Danitz was clearly attracted by the beauty of the two “witches” but did not strike up a conversation with them, did not talk too much, and did not linger for too long.

"Maybe it's not that he has a strong will, but that he has a strong professional ethics and won't chat up women at work. Or maybe he has someone he likes and is willing to restrain himself for that." Franka smiled ambiguously as she spoke. "So, what's written in the Great Adventurer series is true?"

"That's also the rumor at sea." Lumian confirmed Franca's guess.

In the following time, the four of them mainly observed and did not eat much, but Ludwig turned his grief and anger into appetite, which made them spend four hundred yuan in the end.

Franka stuffed the last bite of roasted eggplant into her mouth, chewed it for a few times, and stood up reluctantly and said:
"It's time to go back."

This is such a nostalgic taste.

As she walked back toward her neighborhood, Janna glanced at the bright street lights on both sides, then looked at the pedestrians walking in the summer night breeze in the dark night. She had the illusion that it was not nearly dawn, but just getting dark.

In Trier, before she became a Beyonder, she only dared to walk on the street in the middle of the night because of her reputation as the mistress of "Red Boots" and the revolver hidden on her body. But even so, she did not dare to walk too far to go home, and usually could only stay at Franca's house. In this metropolis in Mr. Fool's dream, people seemed accustomed to enjoying the night on the street.

Franka has integrated into this environment, as if she has returned to her past life.

She looked around quite comfortably, and suddenly she noticed a figure hanging on the outer wall of a building, swaying gently, at the edge of an alley leading to an old residential area, where the street lights did not illuminate.

Relying on the "witch's" super eyesight and "dark vision", Franka instantly saw the figure clearly:
His eyebrows were burnt yellow and his hair was the same color. He had a red headband wrapped around his forehead. His deep blue eyes were bulging, filled with pain and despair. His not-so-deep facial features were distorted, his mouth was half open, and his tongue was sticking out.

Danitz!
The Divine Envoy Danitz!
He was hung on the outer wall of the building with a brown hemp rope around his neck!
He was hanged.

He was hanged to death while distributing tuition class flyers to Lumian and others more than an hour ago!

As Franka's pupils suddenly dilated, Lumian and Janna also noticed the body hanging in the air and swaying gently.

"The messenger of God is dead? Killed?" Janna asked in confusion.

Who did this?
Was it a natural development of the dream, or was it done by the subordinates sent by that Heavenly Master?

After Franka confirmed that the corpse was the divine messenger Danitz, she exhaled and said:

"Fortunately, it's just a dummy in the dream, so the real God's messenger won't die with him."

Hearing this, Lumian's heart moved, and he walked into the alley and came to the hanging body of Danitz.

During the process, he kept observing his surroundings, took out a mirror, and did a quick and simple divination to confirm whether the murderer had left and no one was paying attention to this place.

Before he even got close enough, he could smell the stench of incontinence.

Combined with other details, he concluded that the messenger of God had indeed been hanged.

Lumian condensed ice on the wall to create a bulge, then nimbly climbed up to the same height as Danitz's body, and put the envoy of God and the hemp rope into the mirror that he had used for divination.

"Do you want to bury the messenger of God?" Franca asked doubtfully after Lumian jumped off the wall, melted all the ice, and dried the wet marks with red flames.

Lumian looked around and said in a low voice:
"Do an experiment."

"What experiment?" Janna asked curiously, holding the depressed Ludwig's hand.

Lumian laughed.
“Based on the data and the details we have observed so far, we all know that this dream was created by Mr. Fool’s subconscious mind. If we hide the body of the Messenger of God and prevent Mr. Fool from discovering and hearing about this incident, does that mean that the Messenger of God’s death did not exist? Tomorrow night, the Messenger of God will still be handing out flyers in the area with many night snack stalls just now?”

"Don't mention it, it's really possible!" Franka quickly recalled the dream-themed movies and novels she had watched before traveling through time.

“If that’s the case, we can find a way to take advantage of this: any major event that Mr. Fool’s dream identity doesn’t know about or hasn’t heard of is equivalent to not existing and has never happened!” Lumian said with a smile.

"But what if the messenger doesn't show up tomorrow night, or if the police get wind of his disappearance, what does that mean?" Janna knew that Lumian would consider this question. After all, there are only two possible outcomes of the experiment.

Lumian said with a smile on his face:

“There could be two reasons:
“First, each dummy in the dream not only comes from Mr. Fool’s memory and cognition, but also has his subconscious integrated into it. Therefore, anything that happens in the dream will be known and recorded by Mr. Fool’s subconscious.”

Seeing that Franka and the others didn't seem to grasp the point he wanted to make, Lumian gave an example:

“That document mentioned that Mr. Fool is an ancient being who has awakened from a deep sleep. He has been reviving little by little by gathering strength and secrets through his avatars walking on the ground. His avatars have experienced the promotion from Sequence 2 Miracle Master to Sequence 1 Mysterious Servant. In preparation for the ceremony, he built a town called Utopia. Every resident in that town is Mr. Fool’s puppet. Each puppet has its own destiny, all played by Mr. Fool. They interact with each other and interpret the reality.

"Isn't this very similar to the current real dream? Apart from the consciousness projection from the outside world, the rest of the dream dummies are probably derived from Mr. Fool's subconscious mind and combined with the images in his memory.

“In other words, apart from us, every person and every animal in the dream may be Mr. Fool. If we really want to contact Mr. Fool, we may not need to find his dream identity. This may be one of our ideas for bypassing Tianzun’s surveillance and contacting Mr. Fool in the future.”

"Is there a utopia in that document?" Franca was stunned.

Is this the term Mr. Fool used?

She raised her hand and rubbed her head with a hint of pain and confusion:

"Maybe it's true, but I saw later that he was completely dumbfounded. He seemed to be communicating with you, but he actually didn't know what he was saying..."

"Indeed, there is. Moreover, the idea I just mentioned was not my own. It was proposed by the Major Arcana cards, but they no longer have the opportunity to verify it." Lumian nodded.

"Every one of them is Mr. Fool..." Janna recalled the huge crowds of people she encountered after stepping out of the carriage and the lively scenes she saw before, and was a little bit unbelievable for a moment.

Lumian continued:
"As for the second reason, the death of the divine messenger was caused by the subordinates of the Celestial Lord. That Celestial Lord can also control and influence dreams, so he will definitely let Mr. Fool's subconscious know about this. But the problem is, what's the point of dealing with such a fake person?
“Even if you want to shake Mr. Fool’s will and target his emotional weaknesses, you shouldn’t choose the God’s Envoy. From the data, the God’s Envoy and Mr. Fool haven’t established a close relationship in the dream, and can’t even be called friends.”

"Strange." Franca said "hmm".

They used the "witch's" black flame to quickly deal with the scene, left the alley, and walked towards the old residential area where they rented.

When they were almost at the gate, they suddenly heard someone shouting in panic beside the green trees:

"Let me go, let me go...

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

Lumian looked over and found that it was a local man, not someone with the features of the Northern Continent like the envoy Danitz.

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