Chapter: 387

"It's so convenient to have a messenger..."

After the ceremony was over and the wooden table was cleared, Lumian sat back by the bed, waiting for the messenger to bring feedback.

Time passed by, and the night outside was getting darker and darker. There were bursts of singing in the underground bar, but Lumian still didn't wait for Ms. "Magician" to reply.

This made him frown:

"Miss 'Magician' is busy with other things and has no time to read my letter for the time being?

"You can't wait like this forever, you have to think of other ways to protect yourself...

"Both 'Hunter' and 'Provocateur' are incapable of dealing with curses, if it is really a curse...

"'Dancer' doesn't work either, unless you really pray to that hidden existence after dancing the sacrificial dance, but what's the difference between this and suicide?

"Well, I can't pray to that hidden existence, I can find that great existence!

"I have her seal on me, and I got her permission when I stole the 'gift', so I'm not afraid to ask her again!

"Well, I pray that she will help me remove the curse from my body."

Lumian did as soon as he thought of it, and quickly set up the altar again.

Because Ms. "Magician" did not specifically mention the material in the domain of that great being, so Lumian believes that using anything should not affect the final result, as long as no other gods are involved.

He also placed orange and lavender candles, two for the gods and one for himself. After completing the preparations, Lumian took a step back, looked at the three yellowish candles, and said in Hermes:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, the yellow and black king who is in charge of good luck..."

Following the chanting of the three-stage esteemed name, a faint gray mist emerged around Lumian, filled with disturbing feelings.

Then the orange candlelight was dyed a bluish color, illuminating the whole altar in a gloomy and secluded manner.

At this moment, Lumian's thoughts seemed to become dull, and he felt the flesh and blood under his skin itching, as if something was about to come out.

Faintly, the gaze from the infinite height reappeared.

Lumi calmed down and continued to pray.

According to Ms. "Magician"'s narration, combined with the sacrificial knowledge in Aurora's witchcraft notes, he read in Hermes language: "I pray to you;

"I pray that you will remove the curse from me..."

Frankly speaking, Lumian really wanted to ask that great being to bless him for a year and protect him from any harm, but this was obviously impossible, and to deal with the threat posed by the ghost of Montsouris, he I haven't mastered the relevant Hermes words yet, so I can only use the curse on my body to refer to it more vaguely.

At the end of the ceremony, Lumian began to borrow power from the herbs in the altar.

In the next second, his vision became blurry, as if an angel with twelve pairs of wings of light appeared in front of him.

The angel descended from a high place, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian in his arms.

The pairs of wings condensed by light then closed together, wrapping them layer by layer.

Lumian suddenly woke up, and saw that the blue candle had turned orange at some point.

Recalling the experience just now, he seemed to have had a dream, and couldn't help but murmured to himself silently: "I saw an angel just now? That great existence asked the angel beside her to bless me and help me eliminate the curse?"

Before today, Lumian had only heard descriptions of angels in the sermons of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church, but he never thought that he would be embraced by an angel one day.