Chapter 465 Critical Interference Lumian was startled and sat up suddenly. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and looked towards his left chest, discovering that the dark blue symbol representing Mr. Fool's seal had already been revealed. It was composed of part of the "Eye without Pupil" and part of the "Twisted Thread". What happened? Mr. Fool's seal was triggered... Was it Thermiporos trying to escape? Lumian was puzzled and suddenly realized that something was wrong: A little sunlight came in through the drawn curtains, illuminating the entire room 207 in half light and half darkness. At first glance, this seems nothing unusual, just like a person who overslept, from early morning until high in the sun. But the problem is that Lumian himself is special. He will reset his body and mental state at six o'clock every morning and wake up naturally. Now it is autumn, and the dawn in Trier does not come until seven o'clock in the morning! He even remembered that there seemed to be an earthquake not long ago. He thought that this was most likely the official Beyonders taking action. After listening to the situation around him and making sure that the market area was stable, he continued to sleep. It was still late at night! "Either Thermiporos has escaped and I am no longer affected by the power of the 'Man in the Ring', or something strange has happened in the market area..." Lumian curled up his body very gently, leaned against the side of the desk next to the bed, and carefully lifted a corner of the curtain. He saw the familiar everyday scene, but then noticed a vague, glowing figure floating in the air.
The faces of those figures are different, but they are all dull, empty, indifferent, and detached. They are somewhat similar to the contaminated corpse of Bouvard and Gabriel who has turned into a monster. It seems that they can hide in the cracks of space at any time and watch the reality with coldness and calmness. The monsters on the way to the "hostel", did they invade Trier? What about Trier's protective power? No, it doesn't feel very strong, more like a product of pollution... Lumian looked carefully and found that the street vendors and pedestrians on the road all had a sense of emptiness, without exception. Considering the wrong time and the fact that the sun was already setting, Lumian quickly came up with a guess: I'm not in the real market area! I was pulled into a strange world, which seemed to be the location of the "Inn", and the seal of Mr. Fool was triggered because of this incident! Lumian loosened the fingers of his right hand and let the curtains gently move against the wall, sealing off the inside and outside again. He rolled out of bed and checked his belongings to make sure they were all there. Next, Lumian set up the altar, created the "Spiritual Wall", and prepared to perform ritual magic to pray for help from Mr. Fool. He lit the three candles one by one with his spirituality, burning the herbal powder and hydrosol essential oil. Then he stepped back and solemnly recited the honorific name of Mr. Fool: "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..." A thin gray mist suddenly filled the "Spiritual Wall", and the candlelight turned blue-black, making the entire altar gloomy and dark. Lumian once again felt his mind slow down, his flesh itching, and as if countless worms were crawling under his skin. But unlike before, he suddenly had a strong premonition of danger, as if the gray fog had an undisguised and extremely obvious malice towards him. This malice flashed by and reappeared, neither completely disappearing nor becoming a reality. It repeated the changes of disappearing and reappearing, like a monster in the water constantly extending its tentacles towards the shore, and then being dragged back into the deep sea by some force. Lumian completed the ritual with difficulty, and after waiting for a while, he still did not receive the angel's blessing, nor did he receive any revelation. As the influence of the gray fog gradually worsened, he had to end the ceremony and extinguish the candles. Amid the sound of the "Spiritual Wall" crumbling, Lumian's thoughts returned to normal: "Sometimes he has bad intentions, and sometimes he is fine... Is this the 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun' interfering with Mr. Fool's response? "He can't do this normally. Is he accumulating strength to fight at the critical moment? "This shows that things have reached a critical juncture..." ………… In the Erato district, there is the Sacred Heart Monastery with its many spires and large areas of gold.
The two major arcana card holders, the "Magician" wearing a white bow-tie shirt and a beige long skirt, and the "Justice" wearing a light blue, simple and clean dress, were gazing at the magnificent building. Next to them, a big golden retriever did the same. Rumble, the earth shook, and Trier seemed to have a short earthquake. The Magician smiled and said: "here we go." They knew that these were the movements from Deep Valley Abbey and the quarry, and they hoped that this would trigger a series of changes, resulting in a chain reaction that would allow the "Lady Moon" hiding in the Sacred Heart Abbey to come out on her own and start their plan ahead of time. In this way, they don't have to break into the Sacred Heart Monastery and offend the "Eternal Sun" Church. They can directly target "Lady Moon" and capture the evil god's gifter who gave birth to the gods. Under the premise that there are very few evil gods' followers at the angel level within the barrier, "Ms. Moon" can be said to represent the "Great Mother" and the strongest power of all evil gods' believers in Trier. She is most likely the core of the problem. As long as she can be controlled, regardless of the complex network woven by fate, the main trunk can be grasped, the essence can be recognized, and the problem can even be solved on the spot. If the "Lady Moon" did not come out, the "Magician" would take advantage of the chaos in Trier and try to temporarily throw this magnificent complex and this monastery blessed by the "Eternal Sun" into a secret space in order to forcibly find the target. Justice nodded slightly: “In fact, I have always felt that there is something abnormal with ‘Ms. Moon’. The problem may not be what we guessed, which may cause us to be dragged here. "But no matter what, we already have many trustworthy companions. Even if something unexpected happens somewhere else, I believe they can handle it." The Magician hummed. "We can't accomplish everything just by the two of us. Trusting our companions is both an expectation and a necessary choice..." Having said this, she suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance. "What's wrong?" Justice asked calmly. The Magician frowned and said: "The seal is fluctuating... "Mr. Fool also has some revelations, but I'm not sure if they are true or false..." ………… After cleaning up the altar, Lumian was about to calm down and think about the current situation and how to contact the outside world, when he heard two footsteps coming down from upstairs, from far away to closer. Were they going to room 207? Did the removal of the "spiritual wall" just now make someone here aware of some movement? Lumian looked around, grabbed the gap in the wall covered with newspaper, and climbed up to the ceiling. He was like a big spider, relying on the flexibility of a "dancer" and the physical fitness of a "hunter", quietly sticking there, waiting for the two people in the corridor to approach. If they don't find any problems, then just let it go. If they sense something unusual, then attack immediately. At this moment, Lumian was very grateful that the Golden Rooster Inn was quite old, damaged, and had traces of repairs everywhere, so he was able to grab certain protrusions, fill some gaps, and firmly fix his body to the ceiling. In just a dozen seconds, the door of Room 207 creaked open. Lumian's eyes narrowed and he saw Gabriel's hairline and forehead, and the black-framed glasses on his nose. Behind the playwright was the nude model Safari, who was wearing a lake blue dress and had a unique temperament. It was indeed a "hostel"... Although Lumian had no idea why he had ended up at the "hostel" for no apparent reason, he still felt somewhat excited despite being nervous. Next, as long as we can hide it from Safari and the others, establish contact with the outside world and find help, there will be hope of solving the problem! Gabriel took two steps inside and stopped. He looked around and said to Safari: "no problem."
Safari said "hmm", took a look inside, left the door and checked other rooms. Gabriel followed the mannequin closely, not forgetting to close the door of 207. When the two of them came up from the second floor, Lumian loosened his hands and feet and landed gently on the floor. He then pulled a chair over, turned around, sat down, and leaned back to look at the door. After a few minutes, footsteps were heard coming down from the third floor and approaching this side. Lumian stood still, watching the wooden door of the room gently open, not at all surprised. Gabriel's figure appeared there. "How did you get in?" The playwright, who had turned into a monster with a slightly empty expression, asked with rational concern. Lumian chuckled. "I'd also like to know." Gabriel entered the room quietly and closed the door. Wearing a white shirt, dark jacket, black trousers, and leather shoes without laces, and wearing black-framed glasses, his face was slightly distorted, and his expression revealed a bit of pain: “You should leave here as soon as possible. "I'm losing control of myself, and I don't know when I'll betray you. "By the way, Janna also came in, and I don't know where she is hiding now." Janna came in too? Lumian raised his eyebrows and asked the most important question first: "How do I leave?" Gabriel was about to answer when the door to Room 207 creaked open again. Lumian didn't notice it until then and turned his eyes there. Standing at the door was Safari, a girl with a plump face, naturally flowing brown hair, and brown eyes with a unique sense of elusiveness. Lumian did not panic, but smiled and said: "You really know Gabriel." He seemed calm, but in fact every muscle was tense. "He's not a man who is good at hiding his thoughts." Safaree replied in a hollow voice. Being able to communicate... Lumian suppressed the urge to use the "Hum Ha Technique" and said with emotion: "I thought you were already pure monster." Safali's lips curled up slightly, and she said with a self-deprecating smile amidst her strong sense of detachment: "The difference between me and them is that before I became a pure monster, I found that there were people who truly loved me." Gabriel smiled. Lumian sighed and said: "Is this the 'hostel'?"
"Yes," Gabriel answered first. Lumian glanced at the dim corridor: "But the rooms here are not 7 or 12, they are still 207 and 309." Safari looked at Lumian, her expression becoming more vague and her voice becoming more illusory: “My name here is: "Room 12." (End of this chapter)