"Additive"

In the thick fog, Lumian stared at the Oil Lamps, itching to light it and see what would happen.

In the end, he managed to control himself and didn't take the risk.

Lumian believed that any high-risk decision was unwise until a critical moment had arrived and all circumstances were still Chaos.

At the same time, he had no intention of taking the Oil Lamps to exchange for the head of the "Abscessed Severed Hand" with Albus Medici. Since the Iron and Blood Cross Order had left the Oil Lamps here without assigning anyone to guard it, it meant that they were not worried about Oil Lamps being lost, or that they had many similar Oil Lamps and it wouldn't matter if it was lost.

--According to Lumian's observation, the pale yellow oil in the Oil Lamps most likely did not come from "Iron-Blooded Knight" and "Witch of Despair," and is somewhat different from Corpse Oil Candle. It should only be a mixture of Mid-Sequence "Hunter" and "Witch."

"Although it's much less effective than Corpse Oil Candle, it should still be somewhat useful in the Underground of Morola, similar to Trier in the Fourth Epoch Trier..." Lumian reached into the "Traveler’s Bag".

Just because it can't be lit and taking it away is useless doesn't mean he can't do anything.

He planned to add something extra to the Oil Lamps so that the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members would encounter an unpredictable accident during their Ritual!

Lumian produced the "Devil Warlock's" old blood powder, Icy Lemon Fish Fillet, Berserk Potion from the "Night Tour Society," and Bark Potion of the same origin.

He placed them on a half-height Stone Platform, took a little of each, mixed them together, and shaped them into a brown "lump" about the size of a normal human finger joint.

"What's this called? This is called Cocktail!" Lumian chuckled, put all the ingredients back into the "Traveler’s Bag," then took out Mr. K's finger, Cutting a little flesh from it, and wrapped it around the brown "mud lump" and the surface of the -book.

This was a preparation for dealing with the inspection by the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" - the "Iron and Blood Cross Order", whose main Pathway is "Hunter", would not use the Oil Lamps without conducting a certain inspection to confirm whether there was a problem, after all, the Oil Lamps had not been under their strict supervision for a long time.

While in Morola, Lumian didn't need to worry that using Mr. K's fingers in this way would alert the other party.

Looking at the small "mud ball" stained with Blood-Colored, Lumian felt a pang of heartache and scooped out a bit of the semi-solid, semi-liquid, pale yellowish-red substance from his Corpse Oil Candle, then smeared it onto the "mud ball".

Only by using double disguises, along with similar but higher-level items that possess Divinity properties, could one possibly fool the noses and eyes of those "Hunter"!

Once the "mud lump" had turned a pale yellow with reddish tinges, Lumian examined the Corpse Oil Candle closely and reassured himself, "It's only a little less; it shouldn't affect the number of uses..."

After putting away the Corpse Oil Candle, Lumian picked up the Oil Lamps on the half-height Stone Platform, pulled out the wick which looked like strands of black hair Entanglement, and slowly sank the pale yellow and reddish "mud clumps" into the semi-solidified oil, letting them stay in the designated position.

As expected, the pale yellow-red color on the surface of the "mud lump" interacted with and merged with the surrounding pale yellow oil, causing the Blood-Colored to fade until only a small amount remained. However, this blood color was deeply hidden within the oil, leaving no trace when viewed from the outside. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wick, and slowly inserted it into the semi-solid, semi-liquid pale yellow oil.

After repeated adjustments, the position and condition of the lamp wick finally met Lumian's requirements.

He could already imagine the situation at that time:

The Oil Lamps initially Burning in its normal state, with perhaps a small amount of slightly Divinity corpse oil mixed in. This only enhances the Ritual's effect, allowing the members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" to become even more immersed in the corresponding sensory experience.

This lasts for twenty or thirty seconds, after which the part of the Corpse Oil Candle Burning.

It will bring Mysticism experience ten or even dozens of times greater than that of the original Oil Lamps, and for some members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" whose minds are not strong enough, it will be a lethal dose.

Of course, this could potentially bring about positive Mutation for the remaining members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," but the amount of Corpse Oil Candle would be very small, and the Burning would quickly seep into the mess of materials wrapped around Mr. K's flesh and blood.

Lumian himself didn't know what kind of impact this would have, but he was certain it would definitely develop in a worse direction.

"Let's smoke this one, it's strong." Lumian recalled the Southern Continent people's evaluation of East Balam Tobacco and said with a smile to the imaginary "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members.

Next, he dealt with the various marks left on the Oil Lamps and cleaned up the rubble at the scene.

Following the fading scents of different perfumes, Lumian found the right path back to the Basement fissure through the thick fog and slowly left the area.

He then transformed into Shadow Creature and quietly returned to the "Carnivore" Bar, feigning sleep to prevent a surprise attack from Albus Medici and Gusin.

At Six in the Morning, Lumian regained his energy.

He rolled off the bed, stretched his neck, and chuckled softly, "Didn't come?"

"Albus and the others didn't come, nor did Vanak. Do they think I have ' Teleportation,' am not in a special battlefield, or don't have special items, so even if the raid succeeds, they can't kill me?"

"Heh, you're all too hesitant, too cautious. Now that I have a shadow again, I'm not afraid of the Sunlight anymore, and I can block another fatal attack..."

Lumian drew back the curtains, gazing at the increasingly bright Dawn, and turned her attention to the books from the Knowledge Church placed on the corner of her Desk.

He instinctively felt a headache coming on, and his brows furrowed.

He resisted reading and learning, falling into an indescribable struggle.

If it were just a few books, Lumian would be very motivated and read them very seriously and attentively, eliminating all distractions. But the thought of having three whole bookshelves of books and thousands of papers to finish made him feel discouraged and unwilling to start.

After a dozen seconds, Lumian raised his hand to rub his temples, sighed, and muttered to himself, "Never mind, since '0-01' is sealed by the Church of Knowledge, let's respect knowledge."

"Anyway, there's nothing else going on for now. We just need to wait for Albus and Julie to take further action so we can glean some opportunities and direction..."

Lumian, leaned back in his chair, and put his feet on the edge of the Desk, reading the books Heraberg had specified in a very comfortable but potentially suicidal position.

He had already read the first two or three chapters but hadn't found anything noteworthy or worth pondering. This time, he planned to study them in more depth.

As he watched, Lumian's expression gradually Change.

He became so engrossed in reading that he almost forgot the time until Lies knocked on the door and told him it was time for breakfast.

"Okay." Lumian nodded, putting down the book she was reading without any apparent change in expression, and got up to walk out of the room.

As he approached the door, he saw Lies had already turned into the staircase. He then turned slightly to look back at the books on the table, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

These books really contain very important knowledge!

He is currently reading one book carefully and has skimmed through several others, but he has already discovered a lot of content that is similar to the details in the "0-01" sealed materials, and they come with more detailed explanations!

"If I really read all the books on those three bookshelves and pass the exam, it's quite possible that I could find a way to get closer to '0-01' within the overall operation of the seal, and use the principles of the seal to protect myself when touching that artifact..."

"Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth, knowledge holds the answers to everything..." Lumian withdrew his gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of thoughts, and entered the corridor, turning towards the stairs.

The problem now is that this kind of knowledge will obviously bring Corruption, just like the sealed data of "0-01". Lumian is worried that the more he learns, the closer he gets to "0-01" and eventually becomes its Marionette.

"Also, if I keep focusing on reading these books, it might arouse suspicion from Albus, Julie, Gusin, and Vanak, who might also borrow a few from the Knowledge Church. That would put me at a disadvantage... I'll have to wander around aimlessly every day, go against them, set traps for them, outwit them, and make it seem like I'm just bored and that's why I'm reading for a while..." A smile gradually appeared on Lumian's face.

He walked down the stairs and turned his gaze to Julie was sitting on Bar Stool in front of the bar.

The "Witch" wore White Shirt with a black Long Dress, looking quite docile, but while eating the ham and tomato sandwich made by Lies, she gently swayed her hips, making the Bar Stool spin around.

She glanced back at Lumian and continued to Lies, "I only think about finding what I've lost in other men when I'm in a particularly bad mood. Normally, I'm at most jealous and resentful. Why should they have what I don't?"

"And you, your cooking skills have won me over. I acknowledge your right to continue having that thing. As long as you don't come near me when I'm emotionally overwhelmed, I won't do anything to you."

Is this one of the reasons why you "Witch" like to turn your Lover into "Witch"? Lumian next to Julie and smiled at Lies, asking, "What are you two talking about?"

Lies licked his lips and said, "She asked me if I was curious about what ' Witch's ' flesh tasted like, and she specially cut off a small piece for me. It was really delicious grilled; it was rich in fat and had a good chewy texture. Then, we talked about that topic from earlier."

Lumian glanced at Julie and noticed Bandage mark on her left shoulder and some bloodstains on her shirt.

"You actually did it... One dared to cut, the other dared to do it. Your mental state and inner world are beyond my comprehension..." Lumian scoffed, then directly questioned Julie:

What are you planning now?

Two shallow dimples appeared on Julie's face:

"I want to learn cooking from Lies."

Her face was filled with longing and anticipation.

Make this for Sallys? You "Witch"... Lumian shook her head, focusing on her own breakfast.

Trier, Memorial Hall District, 9 Orosei Street, Apartment 702.

Franca received a reply from the "Judgement" Lady, which began. "' Stars ' agrees to provide Potion Formula and extraordinary materials in stages regarding Amandina's matter, but he does not need money or resources; he only hopes you can offer assistance in certain matters."

"Me? How can I help Mr. ' Stars '?" Franca fell into deep thought.