Dream

"It requires excellent patience to resist the decline in self-control caused by carrying 'Torture' with you, and the fluctuations in various desires and emotions become stronger...'Mendicant Friar' is very good at this kind of thing..." Lumian While reading the letter from "Magician" Lady, he quickly thought about whether he could meet the conditions for using that Mystical Item.

Of course, he doesn't have to carry the "Torture" gloves with him to use them. Lumian can put the gloves somewhere in advance, lead the enemy into an ambush and then take them out, or he can save some money and buy Steam Robot, let a tool without emotions and desires help him carry it, but since the ability of "Mendicant Friar" can allow him to control Negative Effect well, he doesn't need to take too troublesome methods.

Thinking about this, Lumian thought of all the negative impacts brought about by "Contracted One" Contract.

It seems that a large number of them can also be weakened by "Mendicant Friar"'s patience and restraint.

"Get 'Mendicant Friar' Gift first, and then 'Contracted One'. Is it because you have to improve your endurance first before you can withstand Contract? Otherwise, someone like Parish Priest, who is carrying more than a dozen negative effects, would have 'exploded' on his own...

"Well, Guillaume·Béné's application of the abilities of 'Mendicant Friar' and 'Ascetic' is not very good. This is because he has long been accustomed to indulging in desires and cannot change it. Or is he one of the people who jumped to '' Contracted One', and then turned into 'Fate Hunter'. You don't have enough grasp of 'Mendicant Friar' and 'Ascetic' Gift, and you are closer to using it instinctively?" Lumian said to himself silently.

Recalling that Parish Priest changed from Ordinary Person to "Fate Hunter" in one day in Dream, he was more inclined to the latter possibility, thinking that Dream That kind of performance in is a symbol of how Guillaume·Béné was promoted to "Fate Hunter" after only using Gift two or three times.

Lumian turned his attention to the letter paper in his hand again and read the rest of it in one breath.

Since using "Torture" gloves would attract dangerous creatures, he planned to find an opportunity and find a suitable place and invite Franca to help confirm the specific situation.

If it is really dangerous, then you have to consider setting aside "Spirit World Traversal" once to get rid of the influence or attack.

Crimson Flames rose up silently, igniting the letter paper with Vocabulary written all over it.

Among the scattered ashes, Lumian reached out to the pair of Iron-Black's gloves.

It doesn't have the texture of metal or coldness, but it is very hard.

Almost at the same time, among all the sounds Lumian heard, two naturally amplified in his mind:

One was the sound of the eloping couple Couple mixed with curses, and the other was the noise of a drunkard on the street smashing bottles and shouting.

The former gave Lumian some fond thoughts, and the latter brought the urge to pull out Revolver and shoot down.

They are not too strong and belong to the category of being tolerable and restrained.

After making sure that the gloves were the right size, Lumian placed them next to the pillow.

Late Night, in a daze.

Lumian seems to have arrived at an ancient beige Castle. There are many black and red marks on its surface, as if it has been stained with a lot of blood.

Hysterical laughter and shouts came from Castle. Lumian subconsciously raised his head and saw a dark red face looking at him from a narrow window in Third Floor.

As soon as the eyes of the two parties collided, the man raised his right hand and suddenly dug out his reddish brown Eyes.

One by one, small blood vessels detached from the eye socket, leaving a pair of bloody Pitch-Black holes.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The man who lost his eyes laughed wildly.

Lumian's thoughts were blurred, and he walked into the Ancient Castle like a conditioned reflex.

What caught his eyes were bloody scenes:

The maid cut open her stomach with a table knife and pulled out Paleness's small intestine stained with blood; the male servants kept climbing from the stairs to the second floor and jumped back to the hall, falling themselves again and again; the person suspected of Butler was holding a beautiful Women had his head, but he had no lower body. He used his elbows alternately to support himself while crawling hard, leaving a thick and long blood mark; the headless lady sat on Armchair, picked up the coffee, and poured it into the crack in her neck...

The strong smell of blood and the crazy atmosphere pierced Lumian's spirit, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.

He saw the familiar, dirty ceiling and heard the constant noise of Messy Street at night.

"Were you just dreaming?" Lumian could clearly recall the scene in the dream, with some fear still remaining in his heart.

As a Beyonder who has officially entered Mysticism World, he does not look down upon such Dream.

That was probably the revelation given to him by Astral Body, or some kind of influence from the outside world.

After quickly going through the events of this day, Lumian identified two "suspects":

"Is it the sequelae of the King Cake Game match during the day, or the influence of the 'Torture' gloves?"

He looked at the Iron-Black stinging glove that he didn't carry with him but placed next to his pillow. He felt that it might be a problem with that game.

He tried asking Termiboros but got no response.

After transferring the "Torture" gloves to the Wooden Table drawer, Lumian fell asleep again.

That night, he did Nightmare several times, and every time he dreamed of the weird Ancient Castle.

Fortunately for him, the clarity of Dream continued to decrease, and eventually, it was no different from the normal Nightmare.

The next morning, Lumian ran and practiced boxing as usual, looking for Market District's special breakfast.

After Breeze Ballroom sat down until almost twelve o'clock, he rang the doorbell of No. 3 White Coat Street Apartment 601 again.

"Very positive." Franca opened the door with a rosy face and high spirits.

Lumian did not hide his intention at all:

"Didn't you say you wanted to talk about Emperor Roselle?"

"This, this..." Franca's expression became weird again.

She yelled, "I'm sick!"

"What's the disease?" Lumian feels that this "Pleasure Witch" is in extremely good condition.

Franca walked towards the living room and muttered, "It's an embarrassing disease!"

Lumian closed the door, sat on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully, "Are you embarrassed for Emperor Roselle?"

"Yes." Franca, who was sitting cross-legged on Armchair, scratched Linen-Colored's hair, "I'm really afraid that he will be so embarrassed that he crawls out of Coffin and strangles everyone who knows about it!"

After talking a lot without logic, Franca finally sighed:

"To put it simply, Emperor Roselle is from another world just like us."

"Emperor Roselle is also the 'Transmigrator' you said?" Lumian blurted out in shock.

Franca said "hmm":

"Many of his inventions, creations, ideas and concepts originally existed in our world. The more critical evidence is that his diary was written in the language of the country you and I Older Sister, so no one deciphered it for so many years until we Transmigration arrived here."

Lumian's mind was in a state of confusion. He felt that this was unbelievable, like a story, and from Older Sister Aurora's attitude towards Emperor Roselle and his diary, he felt the authenticity of what Franca just said.

Seeing his silence, Franca added very understandingly, "But he is indeed a very powerful person. From Ordinary Person who was not even Sequence 9, he walked step by step to Divine Pathway, overthrew Sauron Dynasty, brought great changes to Intis and the world, and profoundly affected the history of the past two to three hundred years and this generation of mankind."

Also, Emperor Roselle said, "A hero is a hero, regardless of his origins"... It doesn't matter where Emperor Roselle comes from... Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality and asked curiously, "Are those famous quotes of Emperor Roselle once said by the philosophers of your world?"

"Most of it." Franca helped the "fellow" to whitewash his image, "But some of it belongs to him. You think, a person who has experienced so many things and had so many glories and setbacks must have his own unique opinions on all aspects and will not be short of famous quotes."

"No wonder Aurora will laugh whenever I tell what Emperor Roselle said..." Lumian suddenly realized, and realized Older Sister's mood at that time, and also understood "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society"'s teasing attitude towards Emperor.

He turned to ask, "Did one of you write "The Secret Records of Emperor Roselle"?"

"Yes, but I don't know who it is." Franca was very honest, "The literary talent is quite good."

"Are everything in that book real?" Lumian was thinking about finding an underground bookseller to buy a copy.

Franca laughed:

"Half and half, even the true half is just two or three sentences in Emperor's diary expanded into a chapter, filled with sexy details. For example, Emperor once had a super friendly relationship with a certain Witch..."

Speaking of this, Franca suddenly paused.

She remembered that she was also a Witch now.

Worth collecting...Emperor Roselle is indeed as romantic as the legend says...Lumian is starting to look forward to that underground book.

He did not continue the topic of Emperor and Witch, but mentioned yesterday's King Cake Game and evening's Nightmare, and asked about Franca who is good at Divination:

"What revelations did Dream have from Concealment?"

"I can't decipher it." Franka thought for a long time and said, "It means danger and staying away. Well, those nightmares are more like the sequelae of some kind of madness."

Lumian thought for a few seconds and did not discuss this issue again. He planned to ask two "Psychiatrist" for advice in the afternoon.

At 3:20 in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at Botanical Garden District Mason Café, sat down at Booth D, and ordered a cup of fragrant Intis Coffee and two pieces of soft cakes coated with cream.

When the desserts and coffee were delivered, he waited for another minute or two before hearing the gentle female voice of Susie:

"Good afternoon, Lumian Mr. Li."

Lumian laughed relaxedly:

"Good afternoon, Susie Lady, Good afternoon, 'Justice'Lady."