Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Next to the old city wall with an ornamental significance, Lumian's gaze passed through the high or short gray -white stone building, and saw a magnificent temple standing near the mountain.

There are thirty meters high, consisting of multiple towers, like a war forts left by the ancient times.

At this time, due to the common influence of the mountains and the clouds, the sunlight close to the noon fell down, and the dim color was stained, making the magnificent temple seem to put on the dusk.

"The Temple of the God of War?" Lumian asked the "sword knight" next to him.

The God of War Church was the only national church of the Fesac Empire, but the failure of the war a few years ago made other organizations such as the "Divine Goddess" church have a certain mission in the Fesac Empire. Not keen on this matter.

"Sword Knight" answered concisely:

"church."

Isn't it a temple, just a church? It is indeed a Fisakian who worships the giant, and the aesthetic is very good ... Lumian does not know why, Huo Ranlian remembered a sentence he heard in the "Rolling Mao Yan Research Association":

Most is beauty, big is good.

He asked:

"This is the colony of the Fesac people?"

"Yes." "Sword Knight" said with a low voice, "But now, the Lun people have the right to come here to do business."

Lumian gently headed his head and didn't say anything, and entered the city of Lakrey along the road in front.

Along the way, he obviously distinguished from the people of different countries:

The Fesac people are tall, and most of the men are more than one meter nine. Many women are close to 1.8 meters. They are in line with Lumian's stereotyped impression -the country established by the descendants of the giants, and there are even many half giants that exist. The saver is relatively casual, either without a fastening button or not wearing a formal dress;

The Ron people are mostly black, focusing on appearance, and always wear meticulous. Ladies like to wear round gauze hats and sunscreen umbrellas.

Local Lakrey's skin is dark and thin, and men are full of canvas workers' clothing. The ladies are also dressed in labor. There are only a few wearing colorful skirt robes to drive cattle and sheep horses.

Luman looked at the dwarf horse and long -haired cow from the side of his body. He saw a local man with a dark red robe with a white skull on his head, and the skull was also wearing a wool -made gray -white hat. Essence

"This is the death worship that you said in folk customs?" Lumian did not deliberately choose the street, and went forward with instinct.

"Sword Knight" nodded slightly:

"Yes, people in the Lakley region will retain the skull of the dead relatives at home. They believe that this can be sheltered, bring good luck, and help them fight the danger from the night. "Prosperous and developed"

This is almost the same as the hair and nails of Cordou Village in the home ... but the death of death here is more intense, so I chose the skull, which seemed more exaggerated ... Lumian was a little sentimental.

"Sword Knight" continued:

"Some people will also make the skull of the dead relatives into amulets and carry it all the time. What you see just now is this situation. Every year, all the locals in the Lakley region will bring the skulls at home to the street and give it to the street. They make careful dressing, carnival together, and pray together. "(Note 1)

"Pray for the festival?" Lu Mi asked with his heart, and asked with a dignifiedly asking.

After experiencing the festivals of the twenty festival, praying for the sea festival, and "Dream Festival", he was like getting a gift trauma syndrome, and he suffered from a headache for hearing a special festival.

The "Witch King" of the "Rose School", an important believer in the "primitive moon", stayed in the Lakre area, wouldn't it just pray for the festival?

"Sword Knight" replied lowly:

"The Praying Festival has long ended. That was something in November last year, more than a month earlier than the" Dream Festival "."

You know "Dream Festival" ... Lumian was relieved first, and then asked uneasily:

"Olympo first appeared before the Lakrey area, or after the Prayer of Blessings?"

The "Sword Knight" recalled it:

"Before."

"In other words, should he also be in the Laxre area during the Prayer Festival?" Luman frowned slightly.

"It should be like this." The "Sword Knight" answered very restrained.

..............

Frankka's gaze retracted from a local woman with colorful skulls on her shoulders, and smiled tall, with a soft blonde, a soft blond, and a crystal clear -looking Fisac ​​Woman said:

"Sorry, I have a female companion!"

The style of this Fissak is too straightforward, right?

Talking with me and Jane Na, invited me and Jian Na, in addition to men, there are still beautiful women!

The Fesac people laughed and laughed:

"I don't mind you go to my house together."

"I mind." Jane Na helped Frankka say.

They have been transferred for nearly two hours in Lak Lei, although Frankka has not proactively released the charm of "Happy Witch", so as to be suspected of being doubted that they are fishing deliberately, but the two "witch" who have been carefully dressed up are just The appearance, temperament and figure are enough to attract a lot of gaze.

Here, the Feysac people are bold and direct, both men and women are like this, while the Loen people are conservative and reserved, always looking for a good reason before they dare to come forward. The locals basically only dare to watch from a distance and follow quietly. Occasionally, a few people who muster up the courage also talk to them as guides.

"Okay." The Feysac woman who was half a head taller than Franka waved regretfully and turned to enter the cafe next to her.

Franka and Janna are currently in the center of Lacre City, on a street with a very magnificent and magnificent architectural style of the Feysac people.

"It's almost noon, how about trying Feysac food?" Franka looked up at the not hot but dazzling sunlight and said.

She was referring to the "Saint Milon Restaurant" diagonally in front.

Saint Milon is the capital of the Feysac Empire, and using it as the name of the restaurant seems to be intended to show a kind of "authenticity".

"Okay." Janna nodded gently.

When the two "witches" walked into the restaurant with grand decoration and exquisite details, Anthony sat on the sidewalk chair across the street and quietly ate his lunch - a corn tortilla with beef and mutton and several spices.

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Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano all the way to the temple-like Holy Lake Church.

After they really entered the city, "Sword Knight" Maric disappeared, but Lumian's intuition told him that the holder of the Minor Arcana card was still nearby.

"Are you feeling anything unusual?" Lumian asked Ludwig.

"No." Ludwig shook his head.

Lumian looked at Lugano again:

"What about you?"

"Me?" Lugano looked confused.

Isn't it Ludwig who is looking for someone?

What does it have to do with me?

"Do you have any unusual feelings?" Lumian repeated the question calmly.

For some reason, Lugano felt that his employer had become more approachable during this period of time, so he answered honestly:

"No."

Gurgle, gurgle, strange sounds rang in his and Lumian's ears.

They both looked at Ludwig at the same time.

Ludwig touched his stomach and said eagerly:

"It's time for lunch."

"Okay." Lumian agreed readily.

His philosophy is that no matter how hungry he is, he can't let his child go hungry, after all, this child will eat people when he is extremely hungry.

He looked around and pointed to a fairly busy street northwest of the Holy Lake Square:

"There seem to be a lot of restaurants there."

This time, Ludwig didn't need Lugano to lead him, he moved his short legs and trotted over. Lumian quickened his pace and followed him leisurely, and Lugano followed closely behind.

That street had very typical Feysac characteristics, with street trees and chairs, and looked more like the street scenes of the countries in the northern continent.

Lumian took a quick glance and pointed his chin at the nearby "Saint Miron Restaurant" and said:

"Try the Feysac cuisine."

"Okay." Ludwig wiped his mouth.

Suddenly, his eager expression showed some doubts, and his head moved left and right subconsciously, as if he was looking for something.

Lumian noticed this unusual behavior.

"What's wrong? Want another ice cream?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Ludwig imitated Lugano's usual behavior and said in a low voice:

"I seem to sense the child in the corpse, but it's very vague."

Sensed the bird-clawed monster baby? Lumian looked around, but didn't see any other children. The pedestrians coming and going were mainly Feysac people and locals, with Loen people dotted among them.

There was not even a pregnant woman here.

At this time, Ludwig added:

"It can't be sensed now."

Out of the range of 30 meters? Lumian looked away thoughtfully:

"If what we just encountered is really related to the bird-claw monster baby, then the Omibella bloodline in my body may have been sensed by them..."

Lumian nodded and smiled at Ludwig:

"Never mind, let's eat first. Nothing is more important than filling our stomachs."

"Yes!" For the first time, Ludwig felt that the godfather's words touched his heart.

Entering the "Saint-Milon Restaurant", Lumian saw Franka and Janna sitting in a prominent position at a glance.

The two "witches" who were carefully dressed made Lumian unable to help but look at them for two more seconds.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart:

Is this the law of Beyonder characteristic aggregation?

We chose the same restaurant by chance...

Franka and Janna noticed his gaze and looked back at him. One opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and the other laughed dumbly.

They immediately controlled their expressions and turned their eyes back to the beet soup in front of them.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Lumian, Ludwig and Lugano sat in a corner.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" The waiter handed over a menu that looked like a book.

Lumian glanced at it, but did not flip through it. He said directly:

"Except for the drinks, everything else."

Note 1: Refer to the Bolivian Skull Blessing Festival