Chapter 106 The Priest's Plan The thick white fog in the sky blocked most of the light, making the entire dream ruins always in the dimness of dusk. Lumian stood up, looking towards the bloody "mountain" while moving his hands and feet and examining his own condition. Compared to the Hunter, the Provocateur has slight improvements in strength, reaction, speed, and agility, but not much. Lumian thinks there are three main changes: First, he was stronger and his recovery ability seemed to be much stronger; Second, his spirituality has grown to a certain extent. For example, he could only maintain the possession state for three minutes before, but now he can increase it to four minutes. The third is to gain an extraordinary ability called "Provocation". It can bring about a permanent change in state, but it must be actively stimulated to produce the desired effect. The former refers to the fact that Lumian's insight has undergone a qualitative change, far surpassing that of ordinary people. He can effectively detect which languages, behaviors, and things the target is more sensitive to, and in which aspects he is more easily angered. Once "provocation" is used actively, it will be combined with abusive language and humiliating behavior, causing the target of communication to lose reason. The more targeted the abusive language and humiliating behavior are, the greater the "provocation" effect, but even just a single word like "shit" can make people angry to a certain extent.
For those who cannot communicate, "Provocation" will make Lumian exude a feeling that makes them hate him. This ability fits in well with the traps and ambushes that the Hunter is good at, but for Lumian right now, the practical significance is not as great as he expected. He didn't have time to do more hunting, he just wanted to further explore the "wall" area around the bloody "mountain" and unravel the secrets of the dream ruins. In comparison, he was more delighted by his spiritual improvement and physical strength. At least he could go deeper into that dark area that would make people fall asleep. Taking advantage of the boost brought by the "potion", Lumian raised his hands and pinched his temples. This time, he activated his "clairvoyance" very smoothly. He finally had the easy action to turn his "clairvoyance" on and off. Without any delay, after calming down, Lumian changed his clothes, took the "Corrupted Mercury", the iron-black axe, and the cloth bag of cheese biscuits, put on his hunting rifle, and walked out of the semi-underground two-story building. In the light gray fog that permeated the area, he crossed the wilderness and entered the ruins. He moved forward step by step along the familiar route, bypassing areas where monsters might exist. After going deeper into the place where he encountered the three-faced monster before, Lumian began to dance, half-activating the black thorn symbol. With the help of this "amulet", he crossed increasingly dangerous environments and scared away several terrifying monsters. Finally, he came to the thorny "wall" made up of various houses. After thinking for a few seconds, Lumian chose a direction. He was going to go to the area that seemed to be shrouded in darkness, making him want to sleep as soon as he entered. His intuition told him that there was most likely something very important behind the high wall of twisted trees, but the place that seemed to be at night was more likely to hide the secret of the dream ruins. After all, "night," "sleep," and "dream" are words that are often linked together. After a while, Lumian, who had performed another sacrificial dance, arrived at a place that was obviously much darker than the surrounding area. He exhaled slowly and stepped in firmly. Almost instantly, Lumian seemed to have walked from a foggy day into a cloudy evening, with only outlines of many things around him.
He was holding the "Fallen Mercury" and yawning as he walked. “I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep!” Lumian forced himself to move forward. On the way, he did not forget to observe the messy rooms on the "city wall", but failed to find anything that hid the secrets of the dream ruins. As for gold coins and other things, he could no longer take care of them. After walking several dozen meters deeper into the place, Lumian had to rely on his willpower to keep his eyes open, as a strong sense of sleepiness filled his mind. He thought about it and decided to retreat, first explore behind the wooden wall, and then enter this sleepy area from another direction. That would likely help him explore places that are currently out of reach. Lumian turned around and took a few steps back, but the sleepiness did not subside. Instead, it became more severe as time went by. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, closed his eyes, and slowly fell down. His vision was dark again. ………… Lumian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, forcing him to curl up and open his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the magnificent murals and the arc-shaped vaulted ceiling, followed by the seemingly serious face of the parish priest with a slightly hooked nose, and Pons Bene's right fist that was retracted with a ferocious smile. I was brought to the church? Lumian was familiar with the scene above and instinctively observed his surroundings. He saw Raymond's father, Pierre Clergue, Ava's father, Guillaume Lizier, his neighbor Louis Baedeker, and almost all the villagers. He also saw that the altar had changed beyond all recognition. What was placed there were no longer various sunflowers, but lilacs, tulips and other things that symbolized the hidden existence. The holy symbol of the sun behind the altar had disappeared, replaced by an abnormally twisted ring of thorns that seemed to have black liquid flowing through it. Upon seeing the familiar symbol, Lumian felt a little dizzy and his chest felt slightly warm. He knew very well that this was a manifestation of the pollution in the body being slightly irritated but failing to seep out the blue-black symbols. Did the parish priest turn the church into an altar for the secret existence? Saint Sith was really wronged... Lumian suspected that Valentine would go berserk if he saw this scene. Tied tightly, he tried to look around and found that the stained glass windows and murals depicting the greatness of the "Eternal Sun" and the preaching of Saint Sith were still intact and still existed. It seems that the renovation was done in a hurry... Lumian roughly figured out the situation of the church. At this time, the villagers were very quiet, as quiet as wax figures. The parish priest observed Lumian's behavior for a while, then turned his head to Pons Bene and said: “How could you let him sleep? "As soon as you get him back to the church, you should wake him up, no matter what!" "I understand." Pons Bene looked at the parish priest with extremely humble eyes, as if this was his master and the god he believed in. Lumian leaned against a pillar, looked up at Guillaume Bene, and asked: "Where's Aurore?" The parish priest smiled and said:
"You'll find out later." "Where are the three strangers?" Lumian's mind raced as he thought about how to escape from this predicament while trying to find a topic to talk about. Guillaume Bene glanced outside the stained glass and said with a relaxed expression: “They escaped and should have reached the nearest alpine pastures. "But don't expect them to come and rescue you and Aurora tonight. From what I know about the officials, they will choose to delay and wait until they are sure of the situation before taking action. Sometimes, they would rather not do anything than make a mistake. That's how they delayed my life for more than ten years." Lumian had to admit that what the parish priest said made sense, but this was definitely not the reason why Ryan and the others were waiting and watching. He knew that, without being sure what the evil god's followers wanted to do by abducting him and Auror, Ryan and the others would not take drastic actions for the time being, such as triggering the cycle by leaving Cordu Village. They also wanted to wait for the arrival of Twelfth Night to see what exactly caused the problems here, so as to lay a solid foundation for getting out of the predicament later. Seeing Lumian's silence, the parish priest smiled more clearly. He said in a notification tone: "I intend to complete the ritual tonight." Huh? Lumian was a little confused. Guillaume Bene was in a good mood and explained patiently: "I plan to move the ceremony on April 4 forward to tonight, so those three outsiders won't have a chance to cause trouble." What? The Twelfth Night can be brought forward? Lumien was so surprised, stunned, and inexplicably frightened that he couldn't speak. At this time, the parish priest, Guillaume Bennet, turned his head to Ponce Bennet and said: "Before you send him to the altar, you must keep an eye on him and don't let him sleep. I allow you to use any method as long as you don't kill him." Pons Bene asked expectantly: "What will happen if I kill you?" "We will die together!" The parish priest glared at his brainless brother. Send me to the altar and start the ritual again? The blue-black symbol on my body can work again? Lumian listened to the conversation between the Bene brothers and calmed down a little. The parish priest turned his gaze back to Lumian's face, leaned down and said: "Don't worry, you are not a container. We have better options." A better choice? Lumian was startled and followed the priest's moving gaze towards the original altar. Aurora appeared there at some point. She had changed into a simple white robe, with her golden hair draped over her head without any decoration, and her light blue eyes were empty and lifeless. "Aurore!" Lumian called out. Aurore remained like a statue, not responding. The parish priest smiled and nodded: "Yes, your sister is a better vessel. "Your role in the ritual is to help us move the date forward so that we don't have to wait for that specific moment or for the changes in the constellations." Lumian was terrified and confused when he heard this: Why can I help you bring forward the Twelfth Night ceremony? The curé leaned forward again, looked him in the eyes, and said with an expectant smile: "Because the gifts we pray for are mostly within you." What? How did he know? Lumian's pupils dilated instantly, wanting to take a closer look at Guillaume Bene's face. The parish priest, Guillaume Bene, moved his head forward, leaned close to Lumien's ear, and laughed softly: "You don't think that you and Puaris are the only ones who can retain their memories in the loop?"
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