Chapter 223: Divination of Killing Intent

"What. Eliseo?" Pero asked stutteringly.

It sounds like a name.

"You don't need to know." Facing ordinary people, Julius didn't want to explain too much.

Even if it was just a short sentence, he could already imagine how many questions the two people who could barely read would have to answer. He was not a tutor and had no obligation to explain these.

So his reply was very brief.

"You just need to know that there is a guy who is not a good person nearby, but he should not have found Ian Lazarus, otherwise the poor guy would have died now. As for the current state." He looked at Barbara: "Wait until tomorrow to give your offspring a second blood. If you don't worry about your power loss, other injuries are not a big deal."

The way vampires create offspring will cause them to lose part of their power permanently. This is why vampires are so rare in the world even though there is the simplest way to reproduce.

But Barbara didn't care: "As long as he can wake up, it's fine."

"As for other injuries, I suggest you soak him in a lot of blood, but don't cause any more trouble. Perron has a lot of sheep, which can barely replace human blood."

Julius took off his gloves and sat down by the fireplace again, seemingly not intending to leave.

Pero and Barbara looked at each other, and then the old man said to Julius dryly: "The attic is still empty, we put the extra blankets there, and there is also a recliner."

Julius leaned back in the chair and said without turning his head: "No, I'm just sitting here for a while."

Since the guests decided so, the old couple had nothing else to say. They carried the box containing Ian Lazarus into the utility room, locked the door and went upstairs, leaving the wizard alone on the chair on the first floor. The only companions who rested with him by the fireplace were two bunches of garlic and a pheasant hanging next to him.

This is good, Julius needs peace.

He doesn't like other things to disturb him when he is thinking.

Now he could think carefully about the significance of the Elisio ritual.

Last time, he had mentioned this history to the two people in the Bello family. The Gumansis used a ritual to seize the power of powerful creatures for their own use, and Elisio - this is the name of the ritual.

[The Empire] was once powerful because of this, but it did not escape the fate of collapse in the end.

Nowadays, few people use the Elisio ritual anymore, not because it has been lost, but because of many reasons that make it no longer applicable to today's society.

This ritual was created by the werewolf shaman of the empire to quickly train slaves loyal to the empire into powerful extraordinary people and incorporate them into the army to expand the military force. Performing the ritual according to the highest level of specifications can devour half of the power of the sacrifice, including those natural "gods".

During the heyday of the empire, a huge God-stealing ritual site was built under the arena, the entertainment facility of the werewolf royal family. The blood shed by each gladiator above and all the lives that died assisted the operation of the Elisio ritual, creating more and stronger slave warriors for the empire.

But there is a huge flaw - the Elisio ritual will pollute the concept of [self]. The person who performs the ritual can no longer improve his power through practice, and he cannot increase his lifespan through this ritual.

In other words, the secret teachings are not for the people who perform the ritual, and they can only study the wrong path - this name means that they cannot correctly understand the source of the world.

Powerful, but short-lived, and ignorant.

It is for this reason that the nobles of the ancient empire will not personally accept the gift of this ritual, which is also contrary to the practice rules of the contemporary extraordinary power system that has been nearly perfected. There are not so many strong people who can be used as sacrifices in today's society.

Existences like Julius' father have more or less cooperative relations with the government, and the church also turns a blind eye to them. As long as they do not intend to subvert the country, the worst result for them is to be detained and guarded, and sign a contract to serve the country.

Changes in the political system and religious concepts have made the past God-stealers no longer necessary.

The most important thing is that the channel to obtain the knowledge of this ritual is more difficult than secret transmission. Julius also learned about the existence of this ritual by chance from a forbidden book of Strass. He never thought that anyone would choose such a difficult path.

He was also confused that Ian Lazarus was still "alive".

But if there is no venue arrangement, the coverage of this ritual is less than 30 yards, and the ritual only works on powerful creatures that are extremely weak or dead. If the caster decides to sacrifice Ian, then he has no reason to let the sacrifice survive.

But if Ian was just affected by the ritual, it means that Gevo must have a prepared ritual site to expand the coverage of the ritual, otherwise, at such a close distance, the person who presided over the ritual would not be able to find Ian.

But where would the ritual site be?

If Ian was just an unlucky person who was affected, then who would be the real sacrifice?

Could it be that there are other extraordinary people in Gevo fighting in the dark, and he and the Belle family knew nothing about it?

Thinking of this, Julius put down his raised legs and retracted his gaze that was burned by the flames, not letting the warmth of the flames and the comfortable chair slow down his thinking.

No, this is unlikely.

Gévaux was too small to be without rumors if some unusual conflict arose, and they had been here less than two weeks before Creighton Bello was remembered by almost everyone.

Unable to think of an answer, he became extremely irritated and put his right leg on his left leg again.

This movement caused a breeze, and the dead pheasant hanging by the fireplace shook, and a feather fell from it.

Dry, cracked, and a little oily. This disgusting feather did not fall very fast. It fell from the sky swayingly. The wizard's eyes were involuntarily captured by this simple but peculiar movement trajectory, and he fell into a state of obsession. He had studied it in the past. Some memories and inspirations of divination suddenly came to mind, and I naturally interpreted the scene in front of me.

Peel away from the dead body. Stop decay before eating

His pupils involuntarily dilated, reflecting the scene he was observing like a mirror - the broken feather tumbled into the flames of the fireplace, and the updraft did not push it away. The black and white feathers burned in the flames, emitting an extremely unpleasant pungent smell.

Remaining at the end. The power of flight falls into the flames.

Turn into ashes.

Something seemed to tug hard on his chest, and Julius's spirit suddenly broke away from this terrible state. He stood up suddenly, breaking into a cold sweat.

Being able to enter such a perfect divination state is a precious experience for everyone who knows divination, but the result was unacceptable to him.

Bad omen! An absolute bad omen!

Danger is approaching!

Barbara's head popped out of the stairwell.

"What happened?"

She hasn't slept since she became a vampire. She just lies in bed with her husband every day and pretends that she still has this ability, so she can quickly detect any noise in the house.

Julius gasped and stared at her, and suddenly looked back alertly, only to realize that he had knocked over the chair when he stood up.

He calmed his breathing slightly, waved to the chair, and an invisible force pulled it up and helped it back to its original position.

"It's okay," he said, and was annoyed to see the female vampire staring at the wall, seemingly not paying attention to him.

"Did anyone come here just now? Mr. Julius?"

He stood by the fireplace and said coldly: "I think your senses are more sensitive than humans. No need to ask me."

Barbara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if there was some smell that Julius couldn't smell that was permeating the first floor.

"Oh, someone did come. He stayed outside the door for a while, but didn't knock on the door. I can feel his heat remaining there."

Julius was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the fear in his heart disappeared without a trace immediately after Barbara came downstairs. He could recall the result of his divination just now, but he could no longer convince himself with this result.

It was as if those fears were words he had been told by others, or words he had read in written texts, rather than his own personal experience, and his body had forgotten the feeling of trembling just now.

It's like it was a completely wrong divination and he failed to make a connection with anything.

He knew the reason - the results of the divination had been changed.

"That man wanted to kill me, and he had the ability to do so. But he heard Barbara's voice and the sound of me knocking down the chair. He knew that there was more than one person awake here, and there might be other transcendent beings. He backed down because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to kill us before we made a loud noise to alert others."

Barbara was a little scared. She only saw Julius suddenly grab a handful of amulet-like products and scatter them on the living room floor and the carpet in front of the door. Then he paced back and forth by the fireplace, muttering to himself. Incomprehensible content.

"Who wants to kill you? Is your enemy following you from the city? How about we go find Mr. Bello and let him know about this?"

The wizard stopped, looked at her gloomily, and suddenly shook his head, overturning his previous conclusion.

"No, that person's target is not me, but you. Barbara, someone knows that you came back with Ian, and he also knows that this kid has extraordinary power, because he has taken away part of it in some way. Now He discovered that the number of sacrifices was wrong, so he targeted you."

If Clayton hadn't left the hand of glory on him, perhaps with just a slight tilt of the balance of fate, he would have died for no reason!

"Insect Ian Lazarus immediately and make sure he returns to his normal self before someone visits. Then you have to light up every room and draw the curtains to let everyone know that this place is There are still people awake. Wait until daylight to notify Ian's detective friends and let them know that you are here. In the meantime, I will spread some curses here as a shield. Yes, he will know tomorrow. , but he’s not here tonight.”

After explaining a long list of contents, the wizard looked at Barbara's face across the fire and the sofa, and took another deep breath.

"I have another question, did you eat that Leatherworker completely?"

The eyes of the female vampire who had been listening carefully suddenly became wandering.