Circle of Inevitability Chapter 700 - 700 Return

700 Return

In the special dream, Amandina mentioned that the figure, known as the Underworld Daoist, had nodded at her... Armored Shadow Chen Tu is suspected to be related to the Underworld Daoist... Franca is accumulating gold to create a golden body for Chen Tu to obtain more information... Lumians mind raced with these thoughts.

He turned to Amandina with a smile.

You wont only encounter that figure during the Dream Festival.

Its possible normally? Amandina asked, surprised.

What kind of smarts do you have... Lumian inwardly criticized, shaking his head and smiling.

What I mean is, its not just in Tizamo where you can encounter that figure on a specific date.

Amandina pondered for a few moments before grasping the underlying meaning behind Louis Berrys words.

Have you seen that figure elsewhere?

I thought you couldnt see him and could only observe through me?

Thankfully, youre not that dense... Lumian retrieved the golden mask from his Travelers Bag.

I could see after putting this on.

Without waiting for Amandinas response, Lumian added with a smile, I did encounter that figure elsewhere.

He used encounter instead of meeting to ensure his statement couldnt be more truthful.

He wanted to say, I even know His name, but didnt feel like explaining to Amandina why he used the pronoun He to address the Underworld Daoist respectfully.

Amandinas expression turned excited. Where?

In Trier, Lumian replied honestly.

This was the information he wanted the other party to know.

Trier... Amandina felt a mix of captivation and fear.

As an Intisian born and raised on the Southern Continent, she had heard countless rumors about the Capital of Joy and understood its vibrancy and prosperity. Trier had nearly become her dream paradise, but the furthest she had ventured was Port Pylos, never leaving Matani. If given the chance to visit Trier, fear was her initial reaction.

After all, she was still a girl under 18.

Lumian continued candidly, In the future, I know someone who might interact with that figure. I hope you can provide her with some assistancethe non-combat kind.

To that end, I can take you to Trier and help you enter the area where the figure might appear. I can also provide some protection.

How about it? Do you want to strike such a deal?

I-I... Amandina hesitated, instinctively seeking an excuse. My parents wont allow me to leave Matani for Trier now. At the very least, I have to wait until I get a chance to attend university there.

Lumian found it amusing and remarked, Im not asking you to permanently relocate to Trier. You can go on Saturday and return on Sunday.

Huh? Amandina was taken aback.

She had imagined a long-distance voyage, hiking through mountains and wading across rivers, forever bidding farewell to her home.

Lumian arched an eyebrow.

Its not like I havent teleported you in the dream before.

B-but isnt that just a small area? Amandinas eyes lit up. Can you really teleport directly from Matani to Trier?

Lumian nodded slightly.

Yes, I might need to make a transit once or twice along the way, but it will still allow you to reach Trier quickly.

Quickly... Amandinas interest was piqued. She yearned to experience such wonders.

However, she didnt make a decision immediately.

Lumian didnt rush her.

No need to decide right away. Meeting that figure again is actually quite dangerous. You should first truly come into contact with Matanis mysticism circle and learn the basics about Beyonders from Rhea. Only then should you consider accepting this deal. It might take three months, half a year, or even a year.

Amandina breathed a sigh of relief. Understood.

Curious, she asked, Is your friend a woman?

He had used the pronoun she.

In our hearts and minds, she has always been one. As for how she identifies, sometimes yes, sometimes no... Lumian inwardly criticized Franca and nodded slightly.

Yes.

Amandina asked excitedly, Your lover?

Lumian chuckled.

Of course not. Why do you always fixate on such matters?

As Lumian spoke, he retrieved a post-it note and fountain pen from his Travelers Bag. He scribbled a few lines and handed them to Amandina.

Amandina took it and carefully read it under the cathedrals candlelight:

A creature wandering above the world, the penitent who awakens from the flames of pain, a messenger that belongs solely to Lumian Lee.

Whats this? Amandina was bewildered.

My messenger. Set up a ritual once youve made up your mind. Use this incantation to summon my messenger and inform me of your decision, Lumian explained simply.

Amandina grew increasingly perplexed.

What ritual? What summoning? This isnt a conventional messenger?

Lumian raised his eyebrows again.

Have you never heard of a messenger in the mysticism domain? Dont you know about summoning rituals?

Amandina smiled sheepishly and said, I came into contact with superpowers last year and gathered some information about the pathways of the divine through Robert and a few mysticism enthusiasts. I know about rituals, but Im not sure about the details.

Then, her eyes lit up.

Youll teach me, wont you? Otherwise, I wouldnt be able to summon your messenger.

Also, is your real name not Louis Berry, but Lumian Lee?

Y-you took a pen and paper from that coin bag. You also took your previous items from there. What kind of mystical item is this?

...

Lumian couldnt help but glance up at the golden spherical dome.

The following morning, Lumian left the Brieu Motel with Ludwig and Lugano. They passed through streets still strewn with ruins and arrived at Bunias cafe.

The owner, Bunia, maintained his usual shyness and politely inquired about their needs.

Lumian ordered three cups of Cosa coffee and three servings of Matanis specialty breakfast, Ocapa.

Ocapa was made from rice, chicken, eggs, potatoes, and common local spices wrapped in leaves from the Ocapa trees. It was filling and fragrant, and one couldnt stop eating once they started.

Lumian gazed at the spread of Ocapa, picked up his cutlery, and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The fragrance of the leaves, the salted egg yolk, the weightiness of the rice, the tenderness of the chicken, the softness of the potatoes, and the strange rich aroma combined to create a unique texture.

As Lumian ate, he casually surveyed the pedestrians and cafe patrons on the street.

After the sorrow and fear of the previous night, they had become gentle again, no longer revealing excessive emotions. When they spoke to others, they always had a faint smile on their faces.

After Ludwig finished his second meal of the morning, Lumian found a secluded corner, changed into winter clothes, and disappeared from Tizamo with him and Lugano.

This time, Lumian refrained from teleporting directly to Franca, as Lugano, Ludwig, and the two Demonesses were unfamiliar with each other.

Lumian chose the rarely used entrance to Underground Trier in Quartier de la Cathedrale Commemorative. The trio swiftly outlined themselves on the steel steps.

Upon returning to the surface, Lumian spotted a few college students carrying carbide lamps and lanterns. They jested as they passed by the trio and entered Underground Trier.

As he turned onto the nearest main street, the first thing Lumian saw was a scantily clad man in chains. He crawled slowly along the street in a dog-like manner. If anyone dared to glance at him, he would glare back and bark twice.

In the next moment, the street artists on the corner played a rhythmic melody. Passersby more or less danced with relaxed and satisfied smiles on their faces. The man acting as a dog and trembling in the cold wind also raised his hind leg.

This was very different from the streets in the market district.

Quartier de la Cathedrale Commemorative was renowned for its numerous universities.

Lumian averted his gaze from the pedestrians smiles and led Lugano and Ludwig to Anthonys nearby rented house.

It was on the fourth floor, near the end of the corridor.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Lumian knocked on the door without hesitation.

Soon, he saw Anthony, who was dressed differently from before.

In a white shirt, light gray cashmere sweater, black tweed coat, dark-red bow tie, gold-rimmed glasses, and a light-

yellow wig, his beard was cleanly shaven, and his face was no longer greasy. The black grime in his pores was gone. He had the air of a successful member of high society.

Are you in a relationship? Lumian jested.

Anthony replied with a smile, Im attending a banquet hosted by the Trier Psychiatrist Guild today.

This was a necessary prerequisite for completing Madam Justices mission.

Lumian entered the room and asked casually, Have you obtained a psychiatrist license?

Anthony nodded.

I acquired a genuine identity and educational background. During the interview, I successfully convinced the examiner.

A genuine identity? Wheres its original owner? Lumian asked thoughtfully.

Anthony glanced at Lugano and Ludwig but didnt directly answer Lumians question.

What can I do for you?

Lumian understood Anthonys meaning and temporarily abandoned the question. He briefly mentioned the Dream Festivals situation and the aftereffects of Lugano losing his arm in the dream.

He didnt mention how Lugano had lost his arm.

Anthony listened attentively and looked at Lugano.

Such hysteria is easily resolved. Do you need a faster solution, or do you want it to be slower and gentler?

Lugano replied without hesitation, The faster one.

He had lost control of his right forearm!

Anthonys gaze shifted to Luganos left side, furrowing his brow.

Lugano subconsciously turned to his left and followed suit.

At that moment, Anthony produced a dagger from nowhere and thrust it at Luganos right forearm.

Lugano swiftly retracted his hand and blurted out, What are you doing!?

Anthony sheathed his dagger and replied calmly, The treatment is over.

Huh? Lugano looked at his right hand in confusion and realized that it had retracted to his chest without being impeded.

Lumian chuckled and said to Lugano, Keep an eye on Ludwig. Remember to prepare food for him.

Without waiting for Luganos response, Lumian turned to Anthony. Lets go find Franca and Jenna now.

Anthony glanced at Lumian and adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses he was unaccustomed to. Alright.