Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

With a crash, the blue waves lapped at the bottom of the cliff and bloomed into white flowers.

Lumian walked to the lighthouse that was said to be left by the Intis when they first arrived at Santique Island, and looked at the ocean in the distance.

It was still a long time before night, and the crimson moonlight had not yet shone here, creating a dreamy and blurry scene, so there were not many tourists hanging out at the lighthouse, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Lumian walked around the lighthouse with obvious Russell period style two or three times, went in and visited for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found no traces left by the "devil wizard".

He did not expect to meet Boorman directly. After all, it was not yet time to appreciate the moonlight. He just wanted to see if the other person had come here after waking up last night to remember the past, recall his wife, calm down his inner state, and find a way to continue. Motivation to keep going.

"Young man, there's nothing to see here during the day, but it's completely different at night." The lighthouse keeper kindly reminded Lumian while smoking native smoke made directly from cured tobacco leaves.

Lumian asked with a smile: "Will anyone come in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." The half-century-old man guarding the lighthouse boasted. "Those playboys from Trier like to bring girls here to watch the moonlight in the middle of the night."

"Is there anyone who likes to wear a hood and pretend to be a wizard?" Lumian asked further.

The lighthouse keeper showed a recalling expression: "Occasionally, I thought it was a ghost several times."

"Did he come here late last night?" Lumian's lips curled up slightly.

His substitution and speculation are no problem!

This may be because similar experiences made him more aware of Boorman's mental state and paranoid thoughts.

"I don't know, I didn't see it," the lighthouse keeper replied.

Lumian didn't ask any further questions, and planned to come back after early morning, during the two or three hours when the moonlight was most beautiful.

In the next more than three hours, he "visited" all the really famous food shops in Faling Port, asking similar questions, but failed to obtain any effective information.

It can be seen that the "Devil Wizard" Boorman is quite restrained in his normal state. He is not in a state where he acts completely on instinct. He rarely goes to crowded places, and even if he does, he is disguised enough.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small steam train station in Faling Port and bought a ticket to the Andatna Volcano Mine for 3 Filkin.

If you want to go there and watch the sunset, you have to go now

Woo, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, the rugged iron-black front of the car spewed out thick smoke, dragging the long carriage and running on the sleepers.

It gradually turned from slow to fast, like a huge giant that finally defeated its original inertia and mobilized all its parts.

Lumian sat by the window, holding a golden straw hat in his hand, quietly admiring the receding plantations.

Near six o'clock the train stopped outside the Andatna volcano mine.

Lumian put on his straw hat, did not enter the mine, and walked along the side road to the top of the volcano.

Gradually, the green began to become sparse, and gray and black became the main color here. Occasionally, you can see a few red rocks.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it becomes, with gray-black gravel sleeping silently in the roaring wind.

Because there are no trees and shrubs to block it, Lumian's field of vision is extremely wide, and he feels that there is a strange grandeur here, which represents desolation and deathly silence.

Along the white road that was trampled by tourists between the main colors of gray and black, Lumian walked step by step to the crater. The lower inside was a coal-black color dotted with reddish depressions.

The temperature here is a little warmer than on the ground.

Wow, the wind is walking unbridled in this place without any obstacles, blowing the gray and black gravel into the sky and making human beings stagger.

In such a scene, the sun that is about to set in the sky sheds golden and red light, making the desolation and death seem to burn, and the sunken red part becomes more intense.

Lumian pressed the straw hat on his head and walked along the crater for two to three hundred meters.

Suddenly, the wind on the top of the mountain calmed down, and the scattered gravel fell one after another.

Lumian immediately saw a figure standing quietly on the gray-black slope outside the crater, in the last bright sunshine.

Wearing a black robe and a deep hood, he looked intently at the golden-red sun sinking little by little.

Lumian's expression did not change at all, and he walked over step by step without launching a direct attack.

Sensing his approach, the man wearing a black hood turned around, revealing a pale face with several rotten wounds and large patches of pale down.

This is none other than "The Devil Wizard" Boorman!

Perhaps because of being surrounded by such scenery and beautiful memories, Boorman, who is known for being crazy, actually said a little tiredly: "You actually found this place."

Lumian, who always held the golden straw hat on his head to prevent it from being blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself and said: "If I hadn't still had illusions and hopes, if there hadn't been many enemies waiting for me to find them, I would have

I often go back to Kordu Village, to the nearest alpine pasture. The grass there is very green, a large expanse, with light yellow flowers in bloom. There are many sheep walking around, and the sky is as blue as a gem, floating in the air from time to time. The white clouds passing by are like sheep on the ground. At night, there will be many stars. They are densely packed, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river...

Standing in the burning sunlight and the vast, dead gray darkness, Lumian recalled the village of Kordu and the alpine pasture.

Boorman did not interrupt him. When he finished speaking, he looked dazed and said with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Helen and I both thought that we had wanted to come here to watch the sunset. We could buy a ticket and come over immediately, but she didn't Never been here..."

And you don't even need to take a steam train... Lumian sighed slowly and said, "What accident happened?"

The muscles on Boorman's face twisted, and his expression showed undisguised pain: "We were deceived, there was something wrong with the treasure map, and we encountered a real sea monster!"

"Damn Islanders, Helen has always believed that they are used to fraud and like to be thugs because there is no other way out. All decent positions are occupied by pure Intis people, but we are so good to him, so Believe him, he still teamed up with others to deceive us for money!"

"I'm going to kill him, kill those liars, and kill all the Islanders!"

Lumian chuckled and said: "Among those Trier people who consider themselves noble, there are also some who are scammers and some who sell their bodies. I never discriminate against the Islanders as a whole, but I am wary of individual Islanders. "

At this point, Lumian suddenly had an idea: "The Islander who deceived you is the 'thief'?"

"Yes." Boorman's face twitched, as if he could hardly restrain his inner anger.

Is "Scammer" playing? Lumian asked cautiously:

"Does he have a habit of wearing a monocle or pinching the socket of this eye?"

He pointed to his right eye.

"No." Boorman didn't seem to understand why Lumian asked.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief: "What's his name? Did you kill him?"

Boorman's pale face was suddenly congested with blood, and drops of putrid liquid flowed down: "www.youxs.org!"

"After that time, he disappeared and I never found him!"

Lumian stopped provoking Boorman and asked instead: "Which treasure were you pursuing at that time?"

"There is an island deep in the foggy sea, and the people living on it will neither grow old nor truly die." Boorman recalled the rumors of treasures he had collected. "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island. , we never thought about becoming enemies with the islanders, we just wanted to sneak into the island and steal some elixirs."

He spoke a bit messily and skipped a lot of content in the middle.

"This is very similar to the treasure legend of the 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a moment and said, "The "Adventurer" series has already hinted that the 'Fountain of Youth' is a lie."

Boorman ignored him and continued: "We found some evidence and obtained a treasure map to that island. Who knew, the map, the map was fake!"

"The sea monster destroyed our ship, and Helen stood in front of me so that I could use that special witchcraft... I looked at her and watched her being torn in two by the sea monster. , looking at her with despair in her eyes.

Boorman gasped and couldn't speak any more.

"After that, you switched to the 'Death' path?" Lumian changed the subject.

Boorman's cold flaxen eyes suddenly brightened: "Yes, only the God of Death who is in charge of the field of 'death' can resurrect Helen!"

"Many details in the treasure legend also show that only the God of Death can live forever. Only by mastering the secret of death can the dead truly return! Those islanders will not die, but will be resurrected!"

"Do you really believe in that treasure?" Lumian already had an answer after asking this question.

The half-mad Boorman will grasp at every straw and believe every rumor that Helen can be resurrected.

"I believe it." Boorman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because some time ago I met people from that island. There really is such an island, and there are really some people who never grow old or really die. The islanders!”

"Really?" Lumian blurted out.

Boorman said with feverish eyes: "I wanted to catch him, but was defeated by him. Instead of killing me, he sympathized with my experience and taught me some knowledge in the field of 'Death', which contains the method of resurrection!" "

"Damn liar, Fidel's waiter turned out to be a liar. I didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so soon. I wasn't completely ready, but he turned out to be a liar. I want to kill him! The people of the Islands are all liars! They all die. !”

Is he really from that island? He's not a liar again, is he? It turned out to be the fraudster Rody's incident that stimulated Boorman, well, and the influence of the islander... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said : “What’s that islander’s name and what does he look like?”

Boorman was suddenly alert, looked at Lumian and said, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said unusually calmly: "I'll kill you."

Boorman was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "For what? Bounty?"

Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, lowered his body slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Punish you for your sins and end your pain."

Boorman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a grim expression: "Then come on."

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