The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 49: The Hint

Although Lumian didn't fully trust Termipolos, he was still somewhat curious about the so-called encounter with destiny.

The last time Termipolos used the term "encounter," he was referring to the piece of Earthblood ore. This time, it couldn't possibly be referring to the young boy Ludwig, could it?

Ludwig had issues, he wasn't normal, but after interacting with him for a while, aside from confirming his background, intelligence, and his outward faith in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," Lumian didn't gain any significant insights. Nor did he see any potential future developments, unlike the Earthblood ore, where he clearly knew that if he brought it underground and found the right area, he might encounter something.

Once again, Termipolos's grand, layered voice echoed within Lumian, "When the time comes, you will naturally understand."

"Why can't you people ever speak clearly?" Lumian felt his blood rushing to his head.

"I am not people," Termipolos replied to Lumian's "question" with the simplest of words, "I am a mythological creature."

"..." Lumian was almost left speechless and forced a laugh, "I'm starting to doubt whether a sealed entity like you can truly glimpse fate or foresee the future. Every response you give is so vague, with multiple interpretations. How are you any different from those amateurs in the divination club? If you're so powerful, just clearly tell me where my next acting opportunity lies!"

Termipolos answered in his deep voice, "Tonight at 11 p.m., Warehouse No. 3, Reston Dock."

Huh? Lumian didn't expect Termipolos to actually give him a direct hint.

This left him both stunned and filled with a flood of questions: "Is an angel of fate really this kind-hearted?

"As a high-level 'Mendicant Monk,' shouldn't he be harder to provoke, more resistant to being pressured into revealing fate...

"Is there a hidden motive?

"In any case, I'll consult with Madam 'Magician' before proceeding."

Lumian quickly made up his mind, stood up, left the Breeze Ballroom, and headed toward White Coat Street.

He was close to completing another relatively simple "arson" task on the material level, which would allow him to begin digesting the potion and consider gaining the gift of the "Contracted One." He couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, though no matter how urgent, he couldn't lower his guard against Termipolos.

At the safehouse on White Coat Street.

Lumian detailed the situation with the boy Ludwig and Termipolos's hint on paper, then arranged a ritual and summoned the doll-like messenger.

While waiting for Madam Magician's response, he flipped through a stack of notes on spirit world creatures. He noticed that merely reading certain knowledge descriptions significantly drained his spirituality, with some even causing dizziness, nausea, irritability, headaches, burning sensations, and mild hallucinations.

This was somewhat similar to what Aurore's notes on witchcraft mentioned: "Detailed accounts of gods and certain high-level entities carry intense pollution and inherent danger." If the pursuit of human knowledge is like this, it's truly terrifying—after hearing it, one might not remain themselves or could die on the spot... Lumian had to alternate between reading and resting to avoid pushing his mental state to a dangerous brink.

After examining around thirty to forty types of spirit world creatures, he came across a familiar face: the "Rabbit of Knowledge."

"Weak spirit world creatures, generally friendly toward humans, with a natural thirst for knowledge, and rarely refuse a summons.