Chapter 383 Bells At the end of the disaster in Cordu Village, Lumian was not only affected by the fateful power sealed in his body and dissipated around him, falling into an endless cycle, but he also had real dreams. Even the official investigators Ryan, Leah and others fell into uncontrollable sleep after entering a certain area and became part of his dreams. Lumian, who was still illiterate about mysticism at the time, didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Later, when he asked Mr. "Poet" to interpret the symbolic meaning of each element in the dream, he realized that the dream itself did not come from the power of Thermipolos, nor was it caused by Mr. "Fool"'s seal. It had another source and represented a kind of protection and comfort. Since then, he has been thinking about the source of this real dream, but he has never found the answer. After all, there are too many possibilities. Now, with Franca's further description of the "night" path and the experience at the party, he suddenly has an inspiration: The "Night" pathway not only causes people to have nightmares, it is the embodiment of nightmares, but it can also create real dreams! Could it be that Ms. Hela discovered that Auror had an accident and rushed to Cordu Village but was too late, so she could only use the power of the seal to let me enter a real dream to soothe my mind and spirit? No, there was no need for her to hide this from me and pretend that she didn't know anything about it. What was there to hide? Moreover, if she had done it, there wouldn't be any obvious leakage or remnant of dormant power... Could it be that because of the long-term use of the spell involving hidden powers in parties, Auror was more or less contaminated or marked by the seal, and when her body disintegrated, the seal sensed the change and instinctively gave some feedback. Although this failed to save Auror, it brought me a real dream? Well, Leah and Valentine were forced to sleep in the Bloody Peak, which is an area around the sacrificial site. That is, near the giant with three heads and six arms. This is consistent with my previous speculation that the source of the dream power is closely related to Aurore... Seeing that Lumian was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking seriously, Franca did not interrupt him immediately. Instead, she waited until his eyes changed and he came out of his own world before asking: "What did you think of?" "Do you remember the disaster in Cordu Village that I told you about? Around the blood-red mountain that was transformed from the sacrificial site, there is an area ruled by darkness, which makes everyone who enters fall asleep irresistibly and have a real dream." Lumian explained simply. The more Franca listened, the more shocked and frightened she became:
"Could it be that Ms. Hela also has a problem?" “I don’t think so.” Lumian shook his head and explained the key points of his speculation. Franka let out a long, undisguised sigh of relief: “It’s really more in line with the situation on the ground. "Well, didn't you notice? The first part of the spell is a standard three-part honorific name, which means that the sealed object either has living properties or was once a living creature. For something like this, it is normal for the person who prays to it to react instinctively." Lumian thought about it carefully and found that it was true. The two chatted for a while and agreed that Lumian would find time to go to the "Alone" bar for a quick look. ………… Back at the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian drew the curtains, sat down at the table, and began to write a letter to Ms. "Magician" in the light of the calcium carbide lamp. The focus of the letter was on the performance and answers of the "Armored Shadow", and it also asked about the situation of the "Ancient Sun God" and the relationship between this ancient god and the "Aurora Society". Considering that it was already late at night, Lumian waited until "Nature" woke up and had breakfast before sending the letter. At noon, the "Magician" lady finally replied, so Lumian's trip back to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel was not in vain. "The Armored Shadow's response and its status give us a better understanding of (blank)'s situation." After just reading the first sentence, Lumian was stunned. His eyes fell on the blank part of the text, not understanding whether this was a deliberate joke by the "Magician" lady, or whether the letter itself had been distorted by some force. Combining his own understanding of "magicians", Lumian initially speculated that after the lady wrote the entire sentence smoothly, she found that there was a piece of information that she could not know for the time being, and she was too lazy to black it out and then reverse divination, or change a piece of paper and rewrite it, so she directly used some kind of power to erase the word. What's so special about this that I can't know? Isn't it just another world? Lumian muttered as he read the following sentence: "This is a good harvest, but it is of no use to me for the time being, although Mr. Hanged Man will be very happy. "After a while, when he's ready, he might let you summon the 'Armored Shadow' again. He'll be responsible for providing gold in exchange for the opportunity to ask questions. "Let him figure out the problem. Your role is to communicate, and the role of the Two of Cups is to translate. Well, don't forget to ask Mr. The Hanged Man for a reward."
Mr. "The Hanged Man"... Lumian repeated the code name and moved his eyes to the bottom of the letter paper: "The issue of the 'Ancient Sun God' is very complicated, and I don't know much about it. For now, I can only tell you that he is the ruler of the history of the Third Age. He ended the Second Age ruled by the brutal ancient gods and brought hope to us humans. "The relationship between the Aurora Society and Him is equally complicated. Understanding Him is risky. You should be considered as the heir of half of His legacy. The other half was divided among some of the Seven Gods, which directly led to the Age of the Gods, which is what we often call the Fourth Epoch." If there is still a small amount of history, legends, documents and objects left in the Fourth Age, then the previous Third Age and Second Age only exist in the scriptures of the major churches and are almost mythical. Lumian only knows that the Third Age is called the "Age of Catastrophes" and the Second Age is called the "Age of Darkness". At this moment, from the few words of the "magician" lady, he actually felt the grandeur and charm of the ancient history: The cruel ancient gods, the ancient sun god who ended the dark age of mankind, the ruler of the Third Age who fell for unknown reasons, and the "Age of Gods" born on his corpse... Why would such an ancient god give birth to a child like Amon? Who was Amon's mother? Was Amon still connected to the one the Aurora Society believed in? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that the "Ancient Sun God" had a big problem with his upbringing. He had developed a certain liking for this deity, not only because He had ended the rule of the ancient gods and brought hope to mankind, but also because He was suspected to be an earlier time traveler and came from the same world as Auror and Emperor Roselle. Likewise, Lumian began to understand why Mr. K and the Aurora Society hated the followers of the evil god so much, since the one they believed in inherited the legacy of the "Ancient Sun God." A flame suddenly appeared and ignited the letter in Lumian's hand. He tidied himself up a bit, put on the silver earrings that were transformed from "lies", and adjusted his appearance so that no one would associate him with Lumian Lee. After doing this, he took off the "lie" and put it into a secret pocket of his clothes. ——According to his experience of using it during this period, the appearance created by "lies" will not disappear after leaving "lies". This is a reshaping at the flesh and blood level. If you want to return to your original appearance, you have to use "lies" to adjust it again. Lumian took his bag and walked out of the Golden Rooster Hotel. On his way to Market Avenue he heard the clanging of bells, marking the arrival of one o'clock in the afternoon. Lumian took out the gold-cased pocket watch he had borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom and calibrated the time by looking at the clock tower in the distance. This pocket watch loses one minute every few days. After more than half an hour, Lumian arrived at the Old Street. He walked towards the 'Alone' bar as if taking a walk, and his eyes naturally swept across the 'Different' dance hall. There were not many customers there yet. Three security guards wearing monocles on their right eyes were lazily leaning in different places, sometimes chatting and sometimes daydreaming. A postman in a blue embossed uniform parked his bicycle on the side of the road, holding a stack of letters and walked towards the mailbox of the "Different" dance hall. He also wore a monocle in his right eye. Lumian felt a little scalp-tingling, so he looked away and walked into the "Alone" bar. The bar still had poor lighting, and even at noon it was still quite dim, and there were no other customers for the time being. The bartender at the bar was not the same person as last time, but Leah, an investigator from the Eighth Bureau whom Lumian knew! The lady was wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, and a black knee-length skirt. Her hair was simply tied up with small silver bells. It was different from her previous outfit and had a unique charm. “Gin and ice.” Lumian sat on the high stool in front of the bar and tapped the counter. He then smiled and said: "Why did you change the bartender?" Liya glanced at him and said with a teasing smile: "Sir, no one stipulates that a bar can only have one bartender. He will be so exhausted that he dies suddenly." "Okay." Lumian paid 8 Rick coins and waited for the iced gin to be served. After drinking for nearly ten minutes, he asked casually:
"Do you have a typewriter here? I suddenly remembered that I have a document to do." Liya wiped the wine glass and said: "In the room next to the theater in the cellar, there is a typewriter for writing scripts. The cost of using it is 2 riks, and each sheet of paper is 1 kopeck." “It’s quite expensive…” Lumian muttered as he stood up and walked into the cellar with his glass of wine. He had some psychological trauma about the puppet theater, so he didn't go near it and turned directly into the side room. There was indeed a brass mechanical typewriter here, and next to it sat a man reading a newspaper in silence. Lumian typed out a short document according to his prior preparation. The wear and tear on some of the letters is exactly the same as on "Loki's" document. Lumian nodded imperceptibly, paid the usage fee and paper fee to the man who had made no sound, and then quickly left the slightly gloomy basement room. He had just returned to the bar hall when he suddenly felt dazed and vaguely heard the sound of bells ringing. Lumian recovered quickly and looked at Leah, only to find that she had no abnormal reaction. "Did you hear the bell?" Lumian put the wine glass on the bar. Leah frowned: "Why is there a bell ringing when it's not even the hour yet?" Lumian suppressed his doubts, drank the rest of the wine, and left the "Alone" bar. When passing by the "Different" dance hall, he found that there were only two monocled guards left at the door, and the postman was nowhere to be found. Lumian didn't look any further and quickly left the street. On the public carriage returning to the market area, the clock struck two o'clock. Lumian instinctively took out his pocket watch and opened it to take a look. He was shocked to find that the pocket watch he had just calibrated an hour ago was slow again. One minute slow. (End of this chapter)