Chapter: 342

During the heated discussions among the villagers, amidst the smells of gray amber, cloves, musk and tulips, Lumian had a strange sense of déjà vu, relying on the flexibility of a "dancer", while being bound, Forcibly propped up the upper body.

In the next second, he saw the priest of the church open his mouth and shouted in ancient Hermes: "Great" Ring of Fate'! "As soon as the name was blurted out, the interior of the church suddenly became dark, and the villagers fell silent instantly.

The orange flames on the three candles were reduced to the size of peppercorns, and all were stained silvery white with black. Lumian's mind buzzed immediately, and he felt the familiar burning sensation in his chest again.

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