Chapter 318 Anxious Thermopylae What a coincidence? Lumian didn't think it was a coincidence at all. In the vast and layered underground Trier, it is not unusual to meet someone by chance. Such things do not happen often, but they are by no means rare. After all, there are quarry police, smugglers, cave adventurers, mineral researchers, wandering college students, members of secret organizations, wanted criminals, gang thugs, believers of evil gods and anti-government armed forces active here. But in such a big dark world, the probability of meeting someone you know is almost zero. This is not like the time when he rescued Janna, where Lumian followed the scent all the way. Lumian's spirit tensed up instantly. He looked at Monette wearing a monocle and forced a smile. "Yeah, what a coincidence." With one hand in his pocket, he agreed and pretended to put away the candles and materials on the stone. He wanted to make the other party believe that he had completed the ceremony and could leave at any time, and that there was nothing worth destroying or coveting. Monette pinched the monocle in his right eye socket, smiled and waved his hand: "See you on the ground." After saying that, he turned around and left the mine entrance, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away. This made Lumian a little stunned.
Leaving now? Was it really a chance encounter? Judging from his appearance, he is very familiar with underground Trier and must have been there many times. He should be very clear that in such a dark and silent place, if you rashly barge in where there are people and light, it is easy to irritate the other party and cause unnecessary conflict... Even if he was suspicious of the strangers appearing in the quarry cave along his route, he should have chosen to lurk closer and observe secretly, instead of just "showing up" so nonchalantly... Does he have enough confidence in his own abilities? It can't be just to scare me! Lumian's thoughts raced as he turned his gaze from the hollow entrance of the quarry to the candles and materials placed on the stones. He hesitated whether to continue the ritual of asking for the boon. At this moment, he heard Thermopylae's voice: "You'd better find another place." Uh... Lumian was shocked, and inexplicably felt that there was a hint of anxiety and worry in Thermipolos' tone. It was not very obvious, almost imperceptible, which made Lumian wonder if he had made a misjudgment. This was the first time he noticed that this fateful angel had any emotional fluctuations. Before, no matter how he mocked and provoked, Thermipolus would at most remain silent and not respond. And something that can make an angel anxious and worried must be not simple! As his heart beat faster, Lumian blurted out: "Is that person dangerous?" "He himself is not dangerous, but he gives me a sense of danger." Thermipoulos actually answered. This further confirmed Lumian's guess: This angel sensed certain problems in his destiny, problems that could threaten Him! "Why do you feel in danger even though he's not strong enough? What does that person want to do?" Lumian asked further. Thermipoulos' tone returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice: "I am sealed and can only sense the outside world through you, so I can't get enough information. "If you want to know the answers to these two questions, you must first find a way to weaken the seal."
Do you think I'm a fool? I'm wondering if your anxiety and worry just now were fake, in order to create pressure and intimidate me... However, based on Thermipolos's previous performance, even if there is no improvement, he shouldn't have revealed his true purpose so quickly...Monite's appearance is indeed too coincidental, and his behavior is also indescribably weird. I have to avoid him. I would rather believe that he is very dangerous, but I can't underestimate him...Lumian quickly packed up the items on the stone, picked up the calcium carbide lamp, and left the quarry. Relying on the partial map of underground Trier that he had memorized from Gardner Martin, he circled closer to the memorial area and went a few meters underground to find another silent and dark quarry cave, performing at least three counter-tracking operations along the way. Huh... After looking around, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, put down the calcium carbide lamp, and placed the candles and materials for the ceremony on a relatively flat half-meter-high stone. Suddenly, he felt something move in the darkness at the edge of the quarry. Hiss...Lumian's heart was lifted again. He carefully picked up the calcium carbide lamp and shone the light at that place. In the yellowish light tinged with blue, a black mouse with half of its body blocked by gravel appeared in Lumian's eyes. The mouse did not flee in panic because of the light. It stood there quietly. After a few seconds, it slowly turned around and crawled into the small hole at the bottom of the rock wall. For some reason, Lumian always felt that the mouse's right eye was larger than its left eye. Holding the calcium carbide lamp, he tensed up unconsciously, and asked in a low voice, ready to go: "Thermiporos, is there a problem here too?" Thermiporos' voice reverberated in Lumian's body, powerful and majestic: "You'd better pray to the Fool immediately, ask for the protection of the angels, and then move to another place." Is this a serious problem? Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, and he took out another candle and quickly set up the altar. He was not worried that Thermiporos was taking advantage of this opportunity to trick him into making the wrong choice. After all, praying to Mr. Fool was his last resort and would only do him good. From another perspective, the fact that a fateful angel was forced to seek the protection of the "Fool", although indirect, was enough to show that the current situation was very wrong. Once it broke out, the danger would be unimaginable! Under extreme conditions, Lumian only took a dozen seconds to arrange the candles, sanctify the dagger, and create a "spiritual wall" that only surrounded himself and the altar. Then, he lit the three candles in order from God to man and from left to right, and dripped essential oils and hydrosols on them. In the hazy light and thin mist, Lumian exhaled and solemnly said: "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck. “I pray to you; "Please bless me..." As the ritual progressed, Lumian fell into a thin gray mist, an itchy flesh and slow thinking. He once again saw the twelve-winged angel composed purely of light descending from an infinite height and embracing him. As the pairs of wings of light closed and disappeared, Lumian suddenly regained consciousness. He checked his own condition, packed up the items in the altar, and quickly left the mine. He walked underground near the market area and started counter-tracking out of habit. Nearly twenty minutes later, Lumian found another quarry cave based on the map, which was both hidden and relatively safe. He turned in, checked it, and asked in a low voice: "Thermopolos, is there a problem here?" "Not at this time," Thermipoulos replied. Lumian closed his eyes and relaxed a lot.
He immediately thought of a question: Should he return to the ground, wait for a while, and then find another secluded place to hold a ceremony to pray for blessings when the anomaly disappears, or should he take advantage of the blessing of Mr. Fool's angel, seize the opportunity to temporarily get rid of the anomaly, and quickly be promoted to the "Contracted Person"? According to Lumian's style, he was willing to take a risk, and he would do the same next time anyway. After all, he couldn't confirm whether the anomaly had really disappeared, so he needed to seek the opinions of those in higher positions. In that case, why not ask now! Lumian set up the altar again. This time, he did not seek protection or pray for a blessing, but summoned the messenger of the "Magician". The "doll" messenger wearing a light golden skirt quickly appeared in the dim blue candlelight. It looked at Lumian and said unhappily: “This is not a good place.” After saying that, it took away the letter that Lumian had just quickly written. It briefly mentioned Timonite's performance and Thermipoulos's reaction, and asked if he could now hold a ceremony to pray for the gift. In this matter, Lumian was a little careful. He just asked "yes" or "no" and did not directly ask the "magician" lady to provide protection. ——The cost of asking a demigod for help was too high. Lumian felt that he could not afford it right now, so he might as well attract her attention by asking questions. Of course, if there is really no other way, he will give it a try. It is better to be in debt than to die. There will always be a day when you can pay it back slowly, or the person will have passed away and there will be no need to pay it back anymore. This isn't a good place... Is this the quarry cave, or the entire underground Trier? Lumian pondered over the messenger's words. Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought a reply: “This is a big problem.” Lumian's eyelids jumped at the first words of the "Magician" lady. "Of course, the problem is not that serious yet. At least I haven't found the biggest one returning to this world. "What we need to confirm now is His real purpose. Judging from Thermipolos's reaction, I suspect it is directed at Him, but He is very good at hiding His own purpose. This may just be a deliberate illusion created to mislead us or someone else. "There should be no abnormalities now and in the next period of time. After you adjust your condition, you can hold a ceremony to pray for blessings." He? That was an angel? The one who showed his malice through Monet was an angel? Lumian couldn't help but hiss, and a strong sense of fear surged in his heart. This also reminded him of the specialness of the "Different" dance hall, and he suspected that if he really went to collect the debt, he might have to face a large number of angels! Seeing that the "Magician" lady's judgment on the current situation was consistent with Thermipoulos, Lumian calmed down and changed the altar. Soon, he stared at the two gray-white candles that represented the power of fate and himself respectively. In the complex smell of gray amber perfume, he took a step back and recited in a deep voice: “The power of fate! “You are the past, the present, and the future; “You are the cause, the effect, and the process.” (End of this chapter)