Chapter: 383

"How to make it up?" Lumian smiled.

Aosta coughed: Lumian smiled thoughtfully, "On the matter of the Samaritan Woman's Spring, you promised too easily and clearly."

Aosta's expression suddenly collapsed: "Yeah, I was too eager to be forced by Baron Brinel, and I wanted to get the money on the spot." But I believe this can't deceive you, you are the most cautious Lumian I have ever seen and shook his head with a smile: "You really chose the wrong way."

Aosta didn't dare to take up this topic, and instead asked: Lumian smiled lowly: "My intuition tells me so."

At the same time, he couldn't help slandering Aosta's eyes towards Lumian became more and more fearful.

It became increasingly difficult for him to guess the sequence number of which path this dangerous guy belonged to. The opponent seemed not only able to fight, but also not weak spiritually, with an intuition almost like a premonition.

Feeling the warmth brought by the bonfire, Lumian chatted, "How did you join that occult gathering?"

Aosta showed an expression of reminiscence: "Everyone came to Trier with hope. Those painters dreamed that their works would be selected by the exhibition of works of living artists, but most of them were unsuccessful candidates. Every year, some people couldn't stand this kind of blow and went crazy or committed suicide." Ten years ago, I came to Trier from the province of Sitilis with the desire to make a fortune. , It can be regarded as saving some money, but I know more and more year by year that I will never be able to become a rich man, I will never be able to own my own house, and I will not be able to read newspapers and have breakfast at home leisurely, and then go out to work when it is almost time.

"Later, I came into contact with occult magazines such as "Spiritualism" and "Profound Truth". Hehe, maybe I still had fantasies. I felt that I could obtain powerful extraordinary power overnight and completely change my destiny. I began to participate frequently. Gatherings among like-minded people, well, those magazines will publish corresponding information.

"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in the club suddenly approached me and asked me if I would like to participate in a party involving truly extraordinary power. I couldn't refuse, and you know what happened after that."

Lumian listened very quietly without interrupting Aosta's narration.

When the other party stopped, he asked, "That friend of yours is the convener of the party?"

"No." Aosta shook his head, "The convener calls himself 'Mr. K' and wears a big hood every time, covering almost his entire face."

"Mr. K..." Lumian memorized the code name and thought about it, what abilities has he demonstrated? "Osta shook his head again: "I haven't seen it.

"However, after I became a "Secret Practitioner", when I met him again, I would have a feeling of facing the shadows and the darkness deep underground. I think he should be very strong. "It sounds very strong. I don't know who is stronger than the curate and Mrs. Pouaris...

Lumian murmured silently in his heart, and asked curiously, "Do you have any special feelings when facing me?"

"No, but you have a dangerous air about you that scares me more than Baron Brinel."

"fine."

Aosta was a little stunned, not understanding what the other party wanted to express.

Lumian didn't continue this topic, but instead asked, it felt a little real... Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said to Aosta, "I'll come to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."

"Okay." Although Aosta didn't think that the other party would be bad for him now, he couldn't help being relieved to be able to send this dangerous guy away.

It is impossible for normal humans to get used to staying with tigers!

On the way back to the ground, Lumian passed the entrance of the catacombs with a calcium carbide lamp, and saw the arch carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols again.

Glancing at the words "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!", Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural gate separating the inside and the outside.

At this moment, a figure turned out from behind the huge stone arch, and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"

The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He was an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles.

His pale yellow eyes were slightly cloudy, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lumian.

"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked ignorant and simple as a stranger.

The old man looked him up and down: "You have to buy a ticket at the top first, and then bring a white candle over here."

"I have a friend buried there, do I still need to buy a ticket to pay homage to him?" Lumian made up a friend on the spot.