Chapter 118 Legend (First update, please give me a monthly ticket) The main entrance to the catacombs is in the Purgatory Square near the Intis Observatory. The building containing the entrance is supported by pillars, and at the top is a dome covered with stone reliefs, like a miniature memorial hall or the above-ground part of a huge mausoleum. When Lumian arrived, there were already twenty or thirty people gathered by the stairs leading down. They were dressed differently, but mostly formally, and there were both men and women. Standing in the front of these people was a man in his thirties wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He had slightly curly brown hair, a thick beard, slightly upturned eyes, and was holding an iron-black calcium carbide lamp that had not yet been lit in his hand. He spoke loudly to the twenty or thirty people: “I’m Kendall, one of the administrators of the catacombs, and I’m in charge of showing you around the ossuaries today. "Does everyone have a white candle ready? If not, please let me know immediately." Tourists? Lumian cast his eyes toward the stone stairs behind Kendall. It stretched down and disappeared into the thick darkness, with no end in sight. Not far from Kendall, there was an open heavy door. It was made of thick wood, half of which was painted with the holy symbol of the sun in golden paint, and the other half had a solid triangle filled with symbols of steam, levers, gears, etc.
After receiving a confirmatory answer, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around and walked underground, followed by the tourists, some of whom were holding lanterns. Lumian was four or five meters behind them, holding the calcium carbide lamp he got from Ramayé, and walking down the stone stairs at a moderate pace. With his superbly enhanced ears, it was not difficult for him to hear the introduction made by the tomb manager Kendall at the front: “After walking up the 138 steps, 26 metres below the city streets of Trier, you will see the skeletons of nearly 50 generations of Trier residents. "This is a conservative estimate. In fact, it is far more than 50 generations. The history of some ossuaries in the catacombs can even be traced back to the last century... “Forty-seven years ago, there was no land left for burying the dead in the Cemetery of the Innocents and the Cemetery of the Priests. White bones were thrown everywhere. The stench caused the surrounding residents to take to the streets to protest every day, hoping that the city hall would move the cemetery outside the city… "In the end, the city hall chose the underground one. They connected some tombs from the Fourth Period with several nearby underground quarries to form a very, very, very large tomb... What you can visit today is only a part of it..." Kendall's voice echoed in the quiet and dark staircase with no end in sight, making people feel a sense of fear about the tomb and the underground. Going down the steps one by one, Lumian finally saw a road separated by stone pillars and walls. Unlike other places in the underground world, this road had obviously been repaired and maintained on a daily basis. There were no potholes at all. It was flat and spacious, but quite eerie, with gusts of cold wind blowing from time to time. On this road, there is a gas lamp installed at regular intervals. They emit a yellowish light, making the light and darkness constantly interweave and extend into the distance. Kendall, wearing a blue vest, reminded visitors again: "You must follow me closely and cannot act alone! "There are too many areas underground that we don't know much about, and once you lose your way, it will be difficult to find you again. "You can't walk around randomly once you enter the tomb. There are some roads that lead to deeper tombs. The evil spirits of the Fourth Epoch hidden in the darkness are sleeping in places like this. Praise the sun and praise the light. Only by walking on the routes confirmed by the priests can you avoid all dangers." Some visitors opened their arms and praised the sun, while others drew triangles on their chests. After following the tomb manager Kendall and his companions for nearly two hundred meters, Lumian saw the catacombs. There stands a huge stone doorway that was naturally formed and later modified, with delicate reliefs of skulls, skeletal arms, sunflowers, steam symbols, etc. on both sides. On the top of the door lintel are two inscriptions in Intis: "stop! "Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
Kendall, the tomb manager, turned around again and said to the visitors: "You can put out the lanterns and light the white candles, everyone must do this! “If you don’t want to go into the tomb, you can walk around here, but don’t go too far away, otherwise it’s easy to get lost, and then it will be troublesome. "After entering the tomb, if you accidentally get separated from the group, don't panic, look for the signpost. If there is no signpost, look up and follow the black line drawn on the top of the tomb. It will continue to the main entrance..." Soon, the light of the lantern went out, and orange candle flames jumped out in the darkness. The visitors simultaneously held up white candles and followed Kendall into the catacombs. Lumian watched from afar, as if seeing a little bit of yellowish firelight merge into a stream, slowly swimming into the depths of the darkness. He did not go in, but holding a calcium carbide lamp, he walked around the tomb gate to look for the fake wizard Osta Trull. A few minutes later, Lumian saw a bonfire. It was located next to a pillar, and there was a lot of wet moss growing on the stone wall above it. Sitting on a stone behind the campfire was a man. He was wearing a black robe with a hood, had a high nose bridge, dark brown eyes, and a flaxen beard covering his chin. He was staring at the dancing flames. Lumian walked over and asked directly: "Are you Osta Trull?" The hooded man raised his head and looked at Lumian, and said in a deliberately suppressed, magnetic and deep voice: "Lost soul, why do you come to me?" The light of fire and darkness danced alternately on Osta Trull's face, making it impossible to determine his exact age. One could only guess that he was probably less than thirty years old, or closer to forty. Lumian said sincerely: "I've heard people mention you. They say you're a magical wizard who can help me solve my problems." Osta Trull said in a low, hoarse, yet somewhat magnetic voice: "Witchcraft is taboo, witchcraft is a curse, I will not provide help casually." "What do you need me to do?" Lumian asked urgently. Aosta spoke in a low voice: "The principle of witchcraft is equal exchange. Tell me what kind of help you want first." Equivalent exchange, have you read too many novels? Lumian resisted the urge to mock and provoke, and his expression suddenly became painful: "I lost all my loved ones. I feel abandoned by this world. I can't sleep every night. I want to forget all these things and start my life again." Osta Trull observed Lumian's expression and did not find any falsehood. He nodded slightly: "I have lost a lot too. That was the curse brought by witchcraft. I can understand your feelings and thoughts. “But forgetting the pain is hard.” "Okay..." Lumian sighed deeply, turned around and prepared to leave. Aosta quickly called him: "Wait a minute, just because it's difficult doesn't mean there's no way." "Really?" Lumian turned around suddenly, his face full of excitement. Osta nodded slightly and said:
“Have you ever heard of the Samaritan Woman’s Fountain?” "No." Lumian shook his head. Osta glanced at the burning bonfire and explained briefly: “In a certain ossuary in the catacombs there is a turbid spring of water, it is called the Samaritan Woman’s Spring, also known as the Fountain of Forgetfulness, the Fountain of Oblivion. If you drink from it, you will completely forget all your pain. "Of course, that's fake. It was a puddle left behind due to a construction error during the construction of the catacombs. The administrators packaged it into a legend." Seeing Lumian's eyes turn from bright to dark, Osta Trull said further: “But as a wizard, I can tell you that deep in this underground world, in a tomb that is suspected to be a relic of the Fourth Epoch, there is a real Samaritan Woman’s Spring. "There are many corpses singing, singing 'Drink the water of happy oblivion and forget the original pain'." "I can help you get it, but the principle of equal exchange cannot be violated. You need to give me 100 Felkins." 100 Felkin? Your appetite is too small, isn't it? Looking for legendary things is so dangerous, how can people believe it if you don't charge a few thousand Felkin? Lumian listened very seriously, but the price difference made him feel funny. Such precious spring water is not as much as the two-month salary of an apprentice waiter? He had read the legend of the Samaritan Woman's Spring in the "Psychic" magazine. Aurore muttered a word he couldn't understand at the time, which was probably pronounced "Meng Po". "Psychic" magazine also believes that the Samaritan Woman's Spring is a legend created by the tomb managers, but they believe that this legend is not without source, and the "Forgotten Spring" may really exist somewhere in the northern continent. Lumian's eyes widened, and he rushed to Osta, holding his shoulders and said: "Really?" Osta pushed his hand away and nodded calmly: "This is a wizard's promise." "Okay, okay!" Lumian replied excitedly, "But I don't have that much money. I'll go back now and come find you here tomorrow?" Aosta nodded with satisfaction: "no problem." Lumian thanked him repeatedly, picked up the calcium carbide lamp, and left the area excitedly. When he was out of Osta's sight, he restrained his smile, raised his right palm, and lightly sniffed the not-so-obvious scent of perfume. Before going to the observatory area, he sprayed some cheap perfume on his right hand, deliberately touching Osta's body. After returning to the ground, Lumian sat behind a pillar, hid his body, and waited patiently. As the sky gradually darkened and dusk was approaching, he smelled a very faint but familiar scent of perfume. Lumian was in no hurry to follow, and after a while he came out of his hiding place, following the slight scent left by Osta, and followed behind him from so far away that he could hardly see his figure. Carriages passed by him, and sometimes exaggerated mechanical creations appeared. PS: First update, please give me a monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)
