The convener

Lumian originally planned to go to Mason Café before noon to familiarize himself with the environment there, so as not to know where to escape after an accident during treatment tomorrow, but the incident with Baron Brignais delayed him a lot of time, so he could only go to Aosta·Special Roul first, and then go to Botanical Garden District in the afternoon.

Aosta is still in the same place, next to the edge of Underground Cemetery, with a Stone Pillars behind it, and a bonfire is raised.

Hearing the footsteps coming slowly and slowly from far away, he raised his head and looked at the visitor wearing Hood Black Robe.

His expression, which he thought would bring him a fortune, suddenly froze.

He quickly stood up, forced a smile, and said proactively before Lumian asked, "I contacted the convener this morning and said that I Have a Friend is a Mysticism fan and wants to attend the party, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet."

Lumian nodded, without asking how Aosta contacted him. He walked to the campfire, found a stone and sat down, and said casually:

"You must have deceived many people, and you always appear in the same place. Aren't you afraid that they will find you?"

Aosta said with a "hehe" smile, "Most of the time, it's not actually cheating. As a 'Secret Supplicant', a Beyonder in the true sense, I use my own spirituality to do Divination for them. It can't be called cheating at all.

"My Divination results are much more accurate than most people in the Mysticism club!

"Other times, it must be different people using different methods. If it is really exposed, you can use words to make up for it."

"How to make up for it?" Lumian smiled.

Aosta coughed:

"The key point is not to speak too clearly and absolutely at the beginning, only then can you accuse the other party of misunderstanding."

Lumian smiled thoughtfully, "In this matter Samaritan Woman Spring, you agreed too easily and your promise was too clear."

Aosta's expression suddenly fell:

"Yes, I was so eagerly forced by Baron Brignais that I wished I could get the money on the spot.

"The correct approach should be to tell you that I have a way, but it is very difficult to achieve. After you begged many times, I reluctantly accepted your money and said that success was not guaranteed..."

Obviously, Aosta had reviewed the mistakes he had made last night and seriously considered what he would do to avoid subsequent risks if he had to do it all over again. The more he talked, the more excited he became, until he saw Lumian's half-smiling expression, and then he stopped abruptly.

How could you tell this dangerous guy how to successfully defraud him in front of him? Aosta subconsciously put on a smile and forcefully explained, "But I believe this can't deceive you either. You are the most cautious person I have ever met."

Lumian smiled and shook his head:

"You really chose the wrong Pathway."

Aosta didn't dare to take up the topic and asked instead, "I thought about it seriously last night. I didn't seem to mention the party when I communicated with you. I just said that I bought Potion Main Ingredient. How are you sure it's Occult Gathering?"

Lumian said with a low smile, "That's what my intuition told me."

At the same time, he couldn't help but cursed:

There are only two possibilities, either one-on-one trading or partying. The probability of guessing is at least 50%. I just said it casually at the time. If I am wrong, I will not lose anything!

Aosta looked at Lumian with increasingly fearful eyes.

It became increasingly difficult for him to guess which Pathway or Sequence this dangerous guy was. Not only did the opponent look capable of fighting, but he was also very spiritual and had an almost premonition-like intuition.

Lumian felt the warmth brought by the campfire and said casually, "How did you join that Occult Gathering?"

Aosta showed a recalling expression:

"Everyone comes to Trier with hope. Those Painter dream of having their works selected by Living Artists’ Exhibition, but most of them are losers. Every year, some people cannot bear this kind of blow and go crazy or commit suicide.

"Live in cheap Apartment https://m. hetushu. com·com Every poor writer wants to repeat the best-selling Aurora and Meunier The myth of fame of writers, but in the end they can only sell their works to small newspapers, and have to endure bad reviews such as "vulgar", "cheap" and "repeated plots". Many of them are even reduced to writing pornographic novels for underground booksellers, and may be taken away by police detectives at any time.

"More than ten years ago, I came from Sidilis Province to Trier with the desire to make a fortune. I slept in an attic that would leak when it rained, climbed on scaffolding, entered Factory, smuggled underground books, and worked as a hawker selling Soda. Although I was lucky and saved some money, it became clearer to me year by year that I would never become a rich man, could not own my own house, could not leisurely read newspapers and have breakfast at home, and wait until the time was almost up before going out to work.

"Later, I came into contact with Mysticism magazines such as "Spiritism" and "Esoterica". Haha, maybe I still had the fantasy that I could gain powerful extraordinary power overnight and completely change my Destiny. I began to frequently attend gatherings among fans. Well, corresponding information would be published in those magazines.

"At the beginning of this year, a friend I met in a fraternity club suddenly came to me and asked me if I wanted to attend a party involving truly extraordinary powers. I couldn't refuse, and you know what happened next."

Lumian listened very quietly and did not interrupt Aosta's story.

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, almost covering his entire face."

"Mr. K..." Lumian remembered the code name and thought for a moment, "What abilities has he shown?"

Aosta shook his head again:

"I haven't seen it.

"However, after I became 'Secret Supplicant', when I met him again, I would have a feeling of facing Underground Depths and Library some darkness. I think he should be very strong."

It sounds very strong. I don't know who is more powerful compared with Parish Priest or Madame Pualis... Lumian silently muttered to himself in his heart and asked curiously, "Do you have any special feelings when you face me?"

Aosta said "uh" and decided to tell the truth:

"No, but you have a dangerous temperament, which scares me more than Baron Brignais."

Lumian looked down at his left breast and said with a smile, "It's pretty good."

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

Lumian did not continue the topic and asked instead, "Have you heard of Montsouris Ghosts?"

"I know." As a fake Warlock who makes a living by defrauding money, Aosta has mastered many stories involving Underground Trier. "It is said that in the dark and vast space of Underground, There is a Evil Spirit that is constantly wandering. It always walks alone and seems to never reach its destination. Anyone who encounters this Ghost will either lose their life on the spot, or die mysteriously together with his immediate family members that year.

"So far, everyone who claimed to have encountered Montsouris Ghosts has gone crazy and died within a year. I heard that the two major Churchs organized strong men to go to Underground to look for the Evil Spirit, but they failed."

It feels a bit real...Lumian didn't ask any more questions, stood up and said to Aosta, "I'll come back to you tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."

"Okay." Aosta Although he didn't think that the other party would be disadvantageous to him now, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at being able to send this dangerous guy away.

It is impossible for a normal human being to get used to staying with Tiger!

On the way back to the ground, Lumian carried Carbide Lamp and passed by the entrance of Catacombs. He once again saw the arch carved with various White Bone, Sunflower, and Steam symbols.

After looking at the words "Stop! Ahead is Empire of Death!" Lumian tentatively walked towards the natural door that separated the inside and outside.

At this moment, a Daoist 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 light yellow Eyes was slightly cloudy, and his eyes were firmly locked on Lumian.

"Can't you go in?" Lumian looked like a foreigner who was ignorant and simple.

The old man looked him over and over:

"You have to go up there to buy a ticket first, and then bring a white Candle over here."

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

The old man said suspiciously, "You are not a college student from Memorial Hall District, are you?"

"Those bastard boys always make up all kinds of Lie to sneak into the tomb, sing, dance and hold banquets in the ossuary!

"Go in, remember to bring a lit White Candles like those guys, this is my only request!"

Lumian I used to worry that if I could get into college, my behavior style would be too different from that of my classmates. Now it seems that this is completely unnecessary worry.

Those students are crazier than him!

"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll bring White Candles with me next time."

The old man nodded happily.

Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired road towards the stairs leading to the ground.

More than a hundred meters later, he suddenly spotted a dark shadow from the corner of his eye.

The black figure hunched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of Stone Pillars on the left.

Lumian At first glance, there is a feeling that it is not an entity but almost illusory.

Subconsciously, Lumian raised Carbide Lamp, letting the blue-yellow light shine on Past.

The black shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Lumian looked around quickly and found nothing.

"A hallucination, or is it the ghost of Underground?" Lumian had just made a guess, and suddenly had doubts, "Could it be Montsouris Ghosts? Did I meet Montsouris Ghosts?"

His pupils dilated and his expression became extremely solemn.

A few seconds later, Lumian laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand upright and almost shed tears:

"Haha, come on, come on! I want to see how you make me kill all my immediate family members, and how you make me die mysteriously too!"