Chapter 165: Three Questions

The firelight of the orange-yellow candle symbolizing the object of prayer swayed, as if blown by an invisible wind. Besides that, it neither turned faint blue nor was dyed with other colors, plain and ordinary, no different from before.

Vaguely, Lu Mi felt a strange throbbing in his soul, as if he had heard a call from afar, pointing directly at his spirit body.

He couldn't respond for the time being, and continued to chant the subsequent incantation:

"I pray to you;

"Praying for you to bestow 'Prophecy Potion'..."

In this ritual magic, words like "help manufacture" cannot be used, it must be "gift" or "bestow".

As each Hermes word was spat out, Lu Mi's spirit seemed to be shaken, producing ripples one after another, bringing a feeling of both elevation and dizziness.

He stepped forward two steps, his gaze swept over the water monster meat, lizard eyes, and gray henbane herbs, picked up the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols, and brought it to the orange-yellow candle flame representing the object of prayer.

After the imitation parchment was ignited and placed in the natural depression of the stone acting as an altar, Lu Mi sprinkled various materials such as tulip powder into the firelight one after another.

The strange fragrance mixed together soon permeated within the "Wall of Spirituality", and Lu Mi seemed to have some hallucinations before his eyes.

He saw various mysterious symbols originally drawn on the imitation parchment, they protruded in the void, constantly moving, constantly reorganizing, constantly changing the overall state.

Lu Mi stepped back again, looked at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermes:

"Tulip, the herb belonging to destiny, please pass the power to my incantation!

"..."

As Lu Mi dropped the last word, the ripples produced in his spirit overlapped together, giving him a hallucination that as long as he stretched out his palm, he could touch the candle flame.

At the same time, there was a burning sensation in his chest, buzzing sounds in his ears, and his head was dizzy as if he had been lifted up and swung seventeen or eighteen times.

Following the guidance of spirituality, Lu Mi stretched out his right hand and pressed toward the candle flame in the air.

His eyes turned dark, and his spirituality poured out, merging with the firelight.

The candle flame expanded instantly, illuminating the entire altar both brightly and illusorily.

The various "Prophecy Potion" materials placed together "came alive", squirming and aggregating together, blood rolling, dark shadows flowing, extremely evil.

Lu Mi tried his best to maintain the steady supply of spirituality, seeing those physical materials virtualize one after another, turning into phantoms, completing reorganization in this way.

The dark red phantom dyed with a hint of silver-black protruded into reality, condensing into a group of dim liquid.

Bubbles kept emerging inside this liquid, and every time a bubble burst, silver-black light burst out, wandering like a snake.

Lu Mi stepped over two steps, picked up a small metal bottle placed on the altar, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to the bottom of the liquid.

The dim liquid shrank inward quickly and flowed into the bottle, almost filling it.

Putting away this bottle of "Prophecy Potion", Lu Mi adjusted his mental state.

While calming the ripples of his spirit, he savored the entire process of the ritual.

"If it weren't for the fact that the thorn symbol was stimulated to a certain extent, raising my level, I would have already failed just now, I couldn't have made a response at all... I can complete at most two similar ritual magics in a row..." Lu Mi's surging thoughts gradually settled.

Those five ritual magics, in terms of the requirements for the object of prayer, must be at least Sequence 7, or even must be a "Contracted Person". Lu Mi, this Sequence 8 "Beggar Monk", purely relied on the level of the pollution in his body to complete it.

Correspondingly, his spirituality couldn't support too much.

Ending the ritual, cleaning up the altar, Lu Mi lifted the "Wall of Spirituality", walked to the gray-white cloth bag, and dragged the corpse out.

He kindly straightened the other party's head and opened his mouth.

Under the light of the calcium carbide lamp with a hint of blue, Lu Mi took out the "Prophecy Potion", unscrewed the lid, and poured all the dim liquid into the corpse's mouth.

They didn't penetrate inside along the throat at the first time, like real accumulated water, remaining there.

Suddenly, Lu Mi felt that the wind blowing through this quarry cavity became much colder, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp became more and more faint blue.

Almost at the same time, he heard a gurgling sound and saw the corpse's throat squirming, swallowing all the "Prophecy Potion".

The next second, the naked corpse sat up, and the surroundings were dyed with abnormal darkness that was difficult to be illuminated by light.

On his pale and haggard face, his eyes brushed open, the original brown pupils had no color, transparent like crystal.

In the depths of the transparent pupils, there seemed to be concentrated color blocks layered together, pure and high-hanging light, countless near-formless figures, shimmering mercury-like waves...

Enduring the chill that pierced into the bone marrow, Lu Mi calmed his state of mind and asked:

"Former priest of Cordu Village, Dalie Region, Leiston Province, Republic of Intis, Guillaume Bénet, where will he appear in a month?"

During this time, Lu Mi specifically deduced the three questions he wanted to ask.

The rules of the questions mainly have four:

One is that it must relate to future situations, cannot ask where someone is now, what they have done in the past;

Two is that the description must be precise enough, otherwise there will be answers that don't match the questions, just like the name Guillaume Bénet, there are many people with the same name in other parts of Intis. If you don't limit where they come from to the village level, that corpse is likely to tell you the fate of another Guillaume Bénet in the future.

Three is that no matter what country the corpse was from before death, and whether they know the corresponding language, they will answer in the language used to describe the question.

Four is that a question can only contain one element that needs to be answered, and cannot be asked in a way like "when and where".

The corpse's pale face was dyed with a little dark green, he opened his mouth and said in Intis:

"Trier, Red Princess District."

This voice was illusory and floating as if it came from another world, completely different from the deceased's voice before death.

Can only narrow the scope to the Red Princess District? Lu Mi frowned slightly.

He actually could understand, because this was not the "Prophecy Potion" prayed for from those hidden existences, the "maker" was essentially just a "Beggar Monk", the effect naturally wouldn't be very good.

Lu Mi raised the second question:

"Where will I and Louis Lund, who was once the administrative steward in Cordu Village, Dalie Region, Leiston Province, Republic of Intis, reunite?"

He didn't mention Madame Pualis, because he didn't know what relationship she had with the "Lady of the Night", worrying that the level was too high, leading to the failure of the prophecy.

The corpse looked ahead with transparent and godless eyes, and answered again with that illusory and floating voice:

"Trier, Honest Market District, Market Avenue."

Market Avenue? Looking at it this way, Louis Lund didn't accidentally pass by there... Lu Mi thought happily.

While pondering, he found that the various strange scenes reflected in the corpse's transparent pupils were gradually fading, so he hurriedly threw out the third question:

"Next Friday night, from 11 to 12 o'clock, where will Mr. Ev, the owner of the 'Golden Chicken Hotel' in the Honest Market District of Trier, be?"

Before, Lu Mi saw Mr. Ev enter the underground during this time period, so he wanted to ask about the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.

And considering that Mr. Ev had just been "robbed" and had been to the police headquarters, he might not dare to enter the underground again in a short time, so Lu Mi set the time at the same time on the same day next week.

The corpse soon made an answer:

"Trier, Honest Market District, Old Pigeon Cage Theater."

After speaking, the corpse fell down with a *pa*, closed its eyes again, and the body emitted a rotten smell of death for many days.

Going to the Old Pigeon Cage Theater again... Lu Mi stuffed the corpse back into the cloth bag, intending to bury it in the deeper underground.

…………

In front of a beige three-story building.

A homeless man with a disheveled beard was blocked by two male servants by the wall pillar.

"I, I'll leave now." he said tremblingly.

At this time, a man dressed as a butler walked over with a look of surprise:

"Master, is it you? Master!"

"What?" The homeless man was very confused.

The butler was very excited:

"Have you forgotten? You are the master here, we are all your servants, you injured your head before and forgot many things, and one day you suddenly ran away from home.

"For several months, I finally found you! You still remember this place, you are back again!"

"I'm not, I'm not..." The homeless man remembered every thing he had experienced clearly.

But the butler and the two male servants didn't listen to his explanation at all, "surrounded" him, and brought him into the building.

"Madam, Madam, Master is back!" the butler shouted excitedly.

Not long after, the homeless man saw an elegant and beautiful lady.

The lady was wearing a light green long dress, and between her eyebrows was a mature charm that couldn't be melted.

She cried with joy and threw herself into the homeless man's arms:

"You are finally back, finally back!"

Smelling the sweet perfume with a hint of milk, feeling the soft body with curves, the words that the homeless man tried to distinguish that he was not the other party's husband were swallowed back.

He was brought to take a bath in a daze and confusion, and brought to the restaurant, seeing the sumptuous dinner under the crystal chandelier:

A dozen oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed with prunes, a suet pudding, a salad, a bottle of White White Danxia wine...

At the same time, the homeless man also saw those oil paintings hanging in the restaurant.

One of them was a portrait, which looked a bit like him.

Is it really me? But I remember every thing I experienced... Another person who looks similar to me? The homeless man became more and more confused.

After eating and drinking, he was brought to the bedroom. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady walked in wearing a silk nightgown.

She said with eyes like water:

"Do you still remember my passion?"

The homeless man's breathing became heavy instantly, and he couldn't control himself and greeted her.

The two embraced and fell on the bed, full of passion.

At this moment, the homeless man began to "believe" that he was really the master of this building, with a beautiful wife, a professional butler, and numerous servants.

Even if the original owner came back, he would make the other party fake!

…………

Lu Mi returned to the ground, carried the extinguished calcium carbide lamp, and walked into the "Golden Chicken Hotel".

Mrs. Fells at the front desk stood up as soon as she saw him:

"Xia Er, Mr. Xia Er, Baron Brignier wants you to find him at the Breeze Dance Hall after dinner."

Baron Brignier is looking for me? Is there anything? Lu Mi nodded.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 166 =====