Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

"Then, can that be eaten?" Lugano asked stutteringly after a few seconds.

What will happen after eating it? What changes will there be?

Will the son of God be born?

Lumian glanced at Lugano's arm and said:

"Is there anything that can't be eaten?"

Lugano suddenly felt a strong phantom pain again, and shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no need!"

He wanted to stay away from Ludwig and Lumian, but he couldn't think of an excuse for a while.

Ludwig swallowed the cheese bread in his mouth, and then said slowly:

"Top-quality ingredients don't need too much matching and seasoning.

"We just need to give it some symbols.

"This includes nine staple food materials: wheat, oats, rye, rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, cassava and any kind of beans.

"Put them and the umbilical cord remains in milk or goat milk and cook for half an hour, then you can enjoy it.

"This staple food is called 'Source of Life'."

Are you cooking or performing a mystical ritual... Lumian muttered inwardly.

Of course, the "chefs" of the "gourmet" path mix alcoholic beverages and cook various dishes, which is essentially a corresponding mystical ritual.

Lumian asked thoughtfully:

"In fact, it doesn't have to be these nine ingredients, as long as the concept of staple food ingredients and the corresponding quantity are met?

"Similarly, other milks can be used?"

Ludwig shook his head:

"No, this method tastes best. "

I mean, what I just said can satisfy the final effect, but the taste is not good? It is worthy of being the "Gourmet" path, and it does have some pursuit of food... Lumian stood up and told Lugano to buy some ingredients.

--Lumian's "Traveler's Bag" contains dry food that can be eaten right away.

For Trier, a metropolis that ranks among the top in the world, it is easy to collect the things Ludwig needs. When it was almost noon, Lumian and Lugano returned one after another and watched Ludwig put the staple food ingredients and the remains of Omibella's umbilical cord into a stew pot filled with several hundred milliliters of milk.

These steps All the steps need to be done by the "chef" himself, giving him the magic to induce the specified specialness in the ingredients and keep them within a certain level for easy absorption. If someone else does it, it will either be ineffective or turn the food into poison.

After the fire simmered for a while, Lumian smelled the aroma of starch and milk, and saw the obvious milky white steam above the stew pot.

The steam did not spread, but condensed in the air, and as time went by, it slowly settled and all retracted into the pot.

The tempting breath with a bit of bloody smell drifted out.

At this time, Ludwig turned his head to look at Lumian, licked his lips and said:

"Do you want to add sugar or salt?"

"Will this make any difference?" Lumian asked cautiously.

Ludwig answered seriously:

"The taste will be different, one is sweet and the other is salty.

"Which one do you like?"

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and asked back with a smile:

"Which one do you like?"

"I can't eat it..." Ludwig said with regret, mumbling, "Sweet ones are delicious, and salty ones are delicious too. It would be great if it could be divided into two parts, one sweet and one salty..."

While speaking, the little boy seemed to be stimulated, and sprinkled some salt and threw some sugar grains in like a temper.

Lumian looked at it with amusement and did not stop it.

For him, the taste of "Source of Life" is not important, but its effect is important.

Finally, Ludwig asked Lugano to extinguish the flame and take out the contents of the stew pot.

It was a palm-sized piece of starch coagulation, which looked white, soft, sticky and sticky.

The surface of the food was covered with red spots, as if blood was overflowing from the inside.

"It's ready to eat." Ludwig tried hard not to drool.

"Will it work after just one bite, or must I finish it all?" Lumian seemed to have returned to the days when he was learning various experiments. His questions often made Aurore angry.

"All of it." Ludwig looked disappointed.

Lumian picked up the piece of food that was still steaming and seemed a little hot, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

The unique taste of sweet and salty relieved the sweetness, which made Lumian no longer feel psychologically burdened, and he ate the "Source of Life" in a few bites.

"Will it work after a while?" Lumian, who had already made up his mind, asked a little impatiently.

Ludwig pointed to the master bedroom:

"You still need to sleep."

Still need to sleep... Lumian left the dining table, returned to his room, and lay on the bed.

He closed his eyes and felt his body slowly warm up, and then his spirit became heavier and heavier...

In the darkness, Lumian heard a low sob.

He tilted his head and carefully distinguished the situation of the sound.

It was a little girl crying and whispering:

"Mom...Mom..."

The voice gradually became louder, more mature, and more shrill:

"Mom! Mom!"

The shouting was getting closer and closer, as if it was ringing in Lumian's ears and in his body:

"Mom! Mom!"

In my body... Lumian was startled, and found himself and his thoughts.

The darkness in front of him shattered, and the sun pierced his eyes.

Lumian sat up and got rid of the dream just now.

The cry of "Mom, Mom" ​​still echoed in his mind.

I heard the cry of the Son of God? Lumian looked down and examined himself.

He took off his clothes and did not find anything special, but he knew clearly that he was different from before, which was difficult to explain.

Lumian did not feel the gaze from the "Great Mother", but this was more worthy of vigilance.

After putting on his clothes and leaving the room, Lumian saw Lugano looking at this side furtively.

"No, are you okay?" Lugano, who was caught, asked reflexively.

Lumian laughed:

"Don't worry, I won't become the Son of God of the 'Great Mother'."

Seeing Lugano looking at his belly, Lumian added:

"I didn't give birth to Him either."

After saying that, he ignored Lugano who was still worried and walked out of the apartment directly.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do in the next two days to go somewhere and wait.

That place was the Trier Catacombs.

After knowing that Harrison from Easter Island might appear in a place involving death, darkness, dusk, and the power of decay, Lumian first thought of the "Dream Festival" and the Trier Catacombs.

These were all unique places full of death and darkness.

…

The first floor of the catacombs, the "entrance to the old ossuary" leading to the bottom.

Lumian held a lit white candle and sat next to a withered and scattered skeleton, quietly observing every visitor who went deep into the catacombs, and those who returned from the depths of the catacombs.

Not long after, a few college-looking people passed by and found Lumian sitting side by side with the skeletons in the tomb.

The leader was a tall and thin man wearing glasses. He asked Lumian curiously:

"Why are you sitting here?"

Lumian answered casually:

"I have been to the lower floors many times and I am no longer interested. I just want to sit here and quietly observe every person and every corpse coming and going to see which ones never leave."

"It sounds interesting." The college students held white candles and discussed for a while. They decided to sit here to see if those who returned from the depths of the tomb showed fear.

The tall and thin man with glasses chose to sit on the other side of Lumian. He chatted with Lumian in a familiar way:

"Do you think there will be accidents if we don't light white candles here?"

Lumian looked at him sideways and laughed:

"You can try it, so we can know the result."

Without waiting for the college students to respond, Lumian said in a leisurely tone:

"I didn't believe these before, but later..."

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice.

Two female students in the group asked:

"What happened later?"

"Later..." Lumian showed a reminiscing expression, "I met someone who met the ghost of Montsouris. You know the legend of the ghost of Montsouris, right?"

The students nodded at the same time.

You guys really know all the horror legends of Trier... As expected of the common creatures in underground Trier - college students... Lumian sighed and said:

"All his immediate family members died, and he thought he could get rid of it, but then one day when I went to find him, I found him hanging on the window frame.

"Since then, I have begun to strictly abide by every rule of underground Trier."

The students looked at each other, and were a little scared by the story told by Lumian, a peer.

"It seems that this candle really can't be extinguished." The tall and thin student with glasses said with regret.

Lumian lowered his voice again:

"Have you ever encountered such a thing?

"There are obviously extra books, quilts, and clothes in the dormitory that don't belong to you, but the administrator told you that no one else lives here."

Two college students' faces changed, as if they had heard the most terrifying ghost story.

They asked as if they were drowning:

"Yes, there is such a thing, do you know why?"

Lumian shook his head and sighed:

"I heard that they were all people who extinguished the candles here. They disappeared completely and no one remembered them."

Hearing this, the tall and thin college student with glasses shuddered instinctively.

He suddenly felt something patting his shoulder.

He turned his head and found that it was a white skeleton hand.

"Ah!" He screamed and jumped up suddenly.

Lumian took back the white skeleton hand that he picked up from somewhere, and sneered with a bright smile:

"You are so timid!

"Are you scared now?"

Several college students were stunned, and after a while they forced themselves to say:

"No!

"It was just a stress reaction!"

When they were seriously considering whether to beat up the scary bastard, a man came up from the stone stairs leading to the second floor.

The man was wearing a blue shirt and yellow trousers, with deep wrinkles on his face, sparse and dry white hair, and a short burning white candle in his hand.

This was an old grave keeper.

Lumian frowned slightly.

He had seen this tomb keeper in the huge tomb where the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" was located. At that time, the other party did not use white candles.

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