It's both a hidden danger and a risk, as well as a variable and an opportunity? I understand what the hidden danger and risk are, but how is the variable and opportunity manifested? Lumian did not ask further; his spiritual intuition told him this was a revelation, a scene that Mr. Fool had seen in the river of fate, sothing that could not be explained in detail.
After a mont's thought, he decided, "What should I do next?"
This was about what to do after clarifying the situation with the infant Obella in Mada Pualis's arms and understanding what Zedus represented.
The Fool looked at Lumian, his voice still sowhat drifting. "Calamity needs to stay away from the mother."
Stay away from the mother? Does this an avoiding etings with Mada Pualis and the infant Obella? I can't even touch the Great Mother unless the barrier fails, and if the barrier does fail, touching the Great Mother would be aningless… Lumian pondered the true aning of Mr. Fool's latest revelation.
Suddenly, he thought of more possibilities.
The mother might not only refer to the Great Mother, but also Earth Mother of the Feynapotter Kingdom!
Does this an I have to stay away from Earth Mother and Her proxies, and even avoid touching any sacred objects that could point to Her? After all, as the Sanguine ancestor and the forr ancient god of the Moon pathway, using the identity of Obella, with the true god status of the Earth pathway, She has existed for thousands of years. Even now, after removing the "theft" and abandoning the corresponding identity, there would inevitably be a very strong mystical connection with Obella… Lumian nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, Mr. Fool."
Regarding matters related to Obella, he already had a very deep understanding, long knowing that the Sanguine ancestor Lilith, with the help of the Ancient Sun God, had killed Obella, "stolen" Her identity, and then assud Obella's na to beco Earth Mother, playing a crucial role in the war a few years ago.
When Mr. Fool indicated he could leave, Lumian made his final request, "Can you help remove the seal on my chest?"
Since the soul fragnts of Aurore and the infant Zedus had already initially rged with himself, they would not perish whether the seal was protected or not. This would allow the villagers of Cordu to find peace!
They had no hope of resurrection and would only exist in the form of Lumian's puppet soldiers, which he was unwilling to do.
"Okay." The Fool agreed to Lumian's request.
Before Lumian could speak, this great existence leaned back in his chair, speaking in a calm voice, "The seal will be automatically removed in three minutes."
"Praise you, Mr. Fool!" Lumian stood up, pressing his hand to his chest in a salute.
Returning to the real world, Lumian, accompanied by Franca and Jenna, bid farewell to Mr. Sun and returned to the luxurious villa in Trier.
After briefly ntioning Mr. Fool's new revelation and his own understanding, he chose to teleport away alone.
His destination: Cordu Village, in the Dariège region of Riston Province.
Soon, Lumian's figure took shape in that familiar yet strange "hotown".
Glancing at the blood-red pillar that wasn't particularly high yet had a mountainous feel, and then looking at his family house so distance away, Lumian walked into the buildings surrounding the pillar.
He surveyed the house ruins, so completely collapsed, others burned, trying to discern their original appearance.
Walking step by step through the broken walls and ruins, a pure and brilliant starlight erged from Lumian's chest.
As the starlight dispersed, fragnts of radiance flew out from his body, falling around him and materializing into blurry figures.
These were Naferia, Nazélie, and other elderly won, various Pierres and Guillaus. So gathered together, basking in the noon sun, chatting about village matters; others carried farming tools, returning ho; so playing with children, chasing and frolicking, or herding a group of white geese…
The ruins suddenly beca lively.
Lumian looked around, but no one paid him any attention.
Those figures were slowly fading.
Lumian smiled, nimbly climbing onto the top of a nearby building's ruins, lying down, letting his black hair pile beside him.
It was noon, bright and sunny, almost dazzling. White clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky.
The scent of spring grass and building stones, accompanied by sounds of conversation, chasing, and laughter, quickly penetrated Lumian's mind, making him feel warm in the sunlight, drowsy.
He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift.
The surroundings gradually beca quiet, returning to silence.
…
In the previously rented apartnt in Trier.
Lugano, with his handso features and robust build, was reading the latest dical journal while skewering a piece of sausage to eat.
For nearly a month, he had been living quite leisurely, with his salary paid in advance and nothing much to do.
As a genuine Doctor, he could easily earn money even without running a clinic.
The only issue was that he could still only access the mystical circle he already knew, unable to obtain higher-sequence potion formulas or corresponding items.
He had recently discovered that the activities of that mystical circle had completely stopped, with the official forces in Trier unprecedented in their strength.
Ah, I both want the boss to co back quickly, yet fear his return… Lugano couldn't help but sigh.
At that mont, he saw the bedroom door open, and his long-awaited employer walked out, as if he had never left.
"Good evening, boss!" Lugano jumped up, reflexively greeting him.
Lumian, who had been secretly observing him for so ti, nodded slightly.
"I have sothing for you to do."
Lugano, dazzled by his employer's appearance, instinctively asked, "What is it?"
The boss seems even more beautiful, his charm greatly increased. What happened… he muttered inwardly.
Lumian took out a list. "Visit each person on this list, tell them you are a Blessed and priest of the Malady God, and then maintain contact with them, responsible for preaching and conducting mass.
"Uh…" Lugano was stunned.
Is this a cult?
Lumian chuckled in response.
"Don't worry, the authorities have given the go ahead.
"If any of the Malady God followers have any illnesses, just treat them. The consultation fee depends on the family's situation—charge normal rates for the wealthy, and nothing for those without ans."
The people on this list were all Malady God followers in Trier. Their previous Blessed had recently inford Lumian through prayer that the Beyonders from the two major Churches were watching closely, and they didn't dare to make contact.
Lumian had responded in ti, granting them death.
Then, through the Church of The Fool, he communicated that a Saint from the Church of The Fool had taken over these followers to the Eternal Blazing Sun Church and the God of Steam and Machinery Church, and would be responsible for reforming them, so they no longer needed to keep watch.
This matter of openly poaching followers, after private communication and promises, had finally been tacitly approved.
Since Lumian couldn't personally preach, and couldn't do everything himself, he thought of Lugano.
He was a genuine Doctor who could treat illnesses while preaching, truly embodying the authority of the Malady God!
Lugano suddenly understood. "The Sick Church is going legitimate?
"Are you now a follower of the Malady God?"
Lumian glanced at Lugano and said with a smile, "I am the Malady God."
"…" Lugano was stunned again.
"And also the patron saint of the Church of The Fool," Lumian continued.
This was sothing he couldn't hide from Lugano.
My boss has beco a patron saint? Beco the Malady God? What am I now? Lugano was bewildered and fearful for two seconds. "What should I tell these followers?"
Do I have scriptures to read, a mass to conduct?
Lumian took out a stack of docunts.
"The Malady God has now split into the God of Plague and the God of Disease—one is , the other is Franca. When preaching to these followers, do not ntion our real nas or the Church of The Fool for now. Follow what's written on these papers.
"These doctrines are still quite simple, and those followers won't understand anything complex. We'll slowly modify and add to them once they truly believe in and Franca."
"Yes, boss, no…" Lugano suddenly knelt on one knee, head lowered, "Yes, great Lumian Lee."
This is also an anchor—an anchor with potential risks… Lumian nodded satisfactorily.
"Several on the list were originally bestowed of the Malady God. I've already punished them, and they're now dead. Go to the addresses on the list to collect their bodies and take away their ill-gotten gains.
"In the na of and Franca, return these funds to the followers, especially those living in difficult circumstances. The remainder can be used as expenses for your preaching.
"Afterwards, don't ntion donations to the followers, but if they actively donate and the money won't affect their family's life, don't refuse.
"After completing this task, I'll help you find the potion formula and corresponding Beyonder ingredients for the next sequence."
Still kneeling on one knee, Lugano's heart leaped, and he blurted out, "Praise you, great Lumian Lee!"
Lumian gestured for him to rise while saying, "Franca and I are now Sequence 3 Saints. Our honorific nas are in these docunts. God of Plague is , God of Disease is her. If you have anything, contact us by reciting the honorific na."
"I shall obey your will," Lugano quickly responded.
As the boss was about to leave, he instinctively asked, "How is Ludwig? You must be very busy and have no ti to take care of him. If he gets too hungry, he might eat people."
Is this the Mother pathway? Lumian thought to himself, then said with a smile, "Don't worry about him. He can now cook for himself using the ingredients we prepared."
Moreover, Ludwig was about to have a big feast.
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