Things have come to this point, he also had no way to eliminate other people's hatred toward Lucian, could only use another method to make up for it.
"You can call me Mir·Shet. If you have any needed talismans, I can sell them to you at a low price."
To be honest, he wasn't lacking money. Coming here to sell talismans was merely for better digestion of his own potion, just like that old man.
"I need healing and attack talismans, do you still have stock here?"
Lucian didn't care in the slightest that Mir had drawn so much hatred for him. Mir gave him a set of talismans at an extremely low price, which to him was only a good thing.
Besides, even if Mir didn't say those words, could it be this group of people full of jealousy would not have opinions of him?
Wasn't it just because this group of people saw him as an ordinary person easy to bully—if he were a high-sequence Beyonder, these people probably wouldn't even dare show the slightest dissatisfaction.
However, Mir obviously took the responsibility upon himself, and also wanted to give him some compensation. He had no reason to refuse.
"Of course I have. These talismans—you just pay one pound, and you can take them all away."
Mir felt Lucian choosing attack and healing talismans at this time must be to guard against being robbed and murdered.
His conscience felt a bit uneasy, clearly embarrassed to accept Lucian's money. But for the sake of the roleplay, he still chose to accept one pound as a token.
"This is a Sun Talisman. I obtained it by chance. After using the talisman, it can emit a dazzling ray of light, with extremely strong damage toward evil-spirit-type creatures."
Mir carefully packed the talismans and handed them to Lucian, and he didn't pretend to be overly polite, only sighing in his heart: "Mir is truly a good person."
Although in this world, good people have a hard time getting good outcomes. In the future, when he has the ability, he wouldn't mind giving this Mir apothecary a bit of help.
Mir's kindness shown to Lucian made others even more jealous—especially after Mir packaged many talismans and gave them to Lucian.
Jealousy was jealousy, but the vast majority of them were still rational. The lethality of those talismans—they had long heard of it. It wasn't to the point that they'd give up their own lives for some external objects.
Rationality accompanied by madness—those lunatics whose minds were slightly different from normal people never considered consequences.
Just like this Frank at the trade fair—everything he had now was built upon murder, arson, and plundering.
What he liked doing most was delivering death to hunting targets when they were showing off for something. Of course, that was only his hobby. His real purpose was still the target's inheritance.
Others might be apprehensive of Mir, but Frank was different. At worst, after doing this job, he would just leave this damned place.
Mir's influence was only limited to this slum area. As long as he left Backlund, plus the help of talismans, it was enough for him to establish his own force elsewhere. He didn't believe the other party had the ability to find the next foothold.
Although the following trade fair was still proceeding in an orderly fashion, anyone with eyes could tell the atmosphere was gradually becoming subtle.
Under the calm trade fair, there surged undercurrents. Everyone had their own thoughts. What lay beneath each mask—no one could see clearly.
In the trades that followed, Lucian chose to spectate. This wasn't to keep a low profile, but really because the items he wanted didn't appear.
Time passed for a long while...
"This trade fair ends here. All please leave in order according to your number."
The old man with extremely low presence in this trade fair swept over everyone with his turbid eyes.
"You leave first." The old man pointed at Lucian, spoke lightly. He didn't care at all about the others' complicated and regretful emotions.
Lucian glanced at Mir beside the old man—after a bit of thought, he understood the cause and effect.
He slightly bowed to the old man, then quickly left the underground space of the tavern.
Mir's talismans, although giving him some confidence, didn't make him foolish enough to approach danger.
By the time the trade fair ended, the sky outside the tavern had already completely darkened. The pitch-black night caused the slum area with almost no infrastructure to fall into complete darkness.
The black night was the best hidden screen, the time every madman got excited, the time conspirators loved most.
Lucian was neither a madman, nor a conspirator. He was merely someone who followed his heart.
It had already been a while since he came out of the tavern. Those traders interested in him were probably now going all out trying to find his whereabouts.
And he, taking advantage of this time, had almost left the slum. As long as he went further west, he could arrive at the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
Lucian's luck wasn't too bad—just perhaps today was one of his more unlucky days.
Just when he thought he had successfully left the slum, a few thugs with malicious intent were already waiting in the alley up ahead.
What was even more unfortunate was that at this moment, the uniqueness on his body—"Causality"—which had been silent for a long time, foresaw for him the fate about to happen.
In the future, he was covering his chest, silver-white short hair soaked in crimson liquid, running madly toward the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
Even though Lucian's mentality was very strong, at this moment he couldn't help but show a look of disgust.
This uniqueness called "Causality" really feared he lived too well. His situation was already bad enough, and it had to make it worse. If he could throw away this thing, he would have already given it to someone else.
Turning the thought, Lucian's mindset quickly calmed down. Since the self in the image could still run back to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, then he wouldn't die in this ambush!
Fate could also be used!
Lucian sped up his steps to a trot forward, seemingly not putting the thugs ahead in his eyes. In fact, it was so—even if among the thugs there were Beyonders.
In his hand were already several talismans. Adhering to the principle of rather mistakenly kill than let go, he planned to activate talismans when close.
"Boss, that kid should be our target—silver-white hair, black eyes. In the entire Ruen, there shouldn't be a second person with this appearance."
The one called "boss" by the little thug, a Beyonder, looked at Lucian from afar, then nodded.
"Raoul is still reliable. Not a waste training him."
These years, relying on his identity as a Beyonder, he had recruited a large batch of underlings, and was somewhat famous in this area.
But actually, although he was a Beyonder, he almost never used his Beyonder ability. Not that he didn't want to—but the cost of use was really too great!
He used to be an ordinary thug too. Once when collecting debt, he was caught by an unknown missionary and was forcibly fed a potion called "Secret Prayer Man." Lucky for him, he didn't go mad, and became a Beyonder.
But after becoming one, the babbling filth constantly emerging in his mind nearly drove him crazy. He had no choice but to numb himself with external means and never used Beyonder powers again.
He never knew becoming a Beyonder required paying such a heavy price—otherwise he would have rather remained an ignorant ordinary person.
"Kill him. Even if he doesn't have pounds on him, he'll have other valuable things!" he gave the order in a slightly crazed tone.
Before they could act, the youth's slim figure had already rushed at them and released a flame!
Before they could react, the positions of hunter and prey had already swapped.
Their cold weapons were sharp, but facing Lucian, who used long-range magical attacks, they were truly helpless.
"This kind of flame attack is the fat apothecary's talisman—watch out for the talismans in his hand!"
Lucian's surprise attack naturally got excellent results. But with time passing and his lack of combat experience, his advantage gradually weakened.
Talismans were thrown as if they cost nothing. Continuous talisman attacks made the little thugs start to want to retreat. They were just individuals bound by interest. When the cost outweighed the gain, naturally they fell apart.
Lucian's attack method looked very aimless, but actually most of his attention was on the only Beyonder. As long as he killed him, the rest of the thugs would scatter like monkeys after the tree fell.
He was waiting for a timing—the timing to use the most powerful Sun Talisman. Although the opponent wasn't a wraith, the Sun Talisman corresponded to Sequence 7 Sun Priest of the Sun Pathway. To kill an ordinary Sequence 9 was enough.
As one thug after another got burned and lost combat ability, lying on the ground wailing, the remaining ones gradually stopped attacking and chose to run.
They weren't unfamiliar with hitting tough bones before—running was nothing new. Once this storm passed, gathering again, they'd still be a bunch of good lads!
"Don't run! Come back!"
This Secret Prayer Man clearly wouldn't treat this as just a normal mistake. The man before him had no intention of letting him go. In this kind of situation, one of the two must die. Pity his stupid teammates couldn't see it!
Lucian's killing intent toward the Secret Prayer Man was of course not faked. In the fate foreseen by Causality, he was besieged in a desperate situation by people of the Aurora Order.
"Still daring to get distracted? In that case, go meet your Lord!"
The Sun Talisman in Lucian's hand was activated, and a golden ray of light burst from his hand, lighting up the entire slum.
This was beyond Lucian's expectations. The full-powered strike of a Sun Priest shouldn't have such a large power, right? Could it be this was actually a demigod-level talisman?
Under normal circumstances, naturally it shouldn't happen. But this time, the target was a Beyonder on the Hanged Man Pathway—naturally a bit different.
What's more, this thug boss wasn't an ordinary Beyonder. On him was carried a trace of the True Creator's aura—this was what caused the Sun Talisman to rampage!
Right now, Lucian didn't know these things, nor had the energy to observe. His current state wasn't good.
He thought the image of him injured was caused by the thugs—but hadn't expected it was caused by himself.
When the light hit the thug boss's body, an explosion happened. And he was the closest one—naturally couldn't avoid being affected by the blast.
He actually wasn't heavily injured—but the scorching feeling from the ring on his chest made him very uncomfortable, like his heart was being roasted over fire.
"Knew long ago this wasn't some good thing—this disgusting fate!" Lucian clenched his fists, as if he wanted to resist so-called destiny.
But in the end, he still let go of his fists. Strength was the root of everything. Without the support of strength, before fate he was just a clown.
He must become a Beyonder—and it could only be one of the Fate Pathway. He had no other choice. Even the Evernight Goddess at this moment couldn't help him—he couldn't think of anyone who could help him escape fate.
With his current ability, trying to get rid of the fate behind him—this was no easier than directly swallowing the Key of Light to become an Great Old Ones...
The burning sensation slightly eased when he firmed his belief to become a Beyonder of the Fate Pathway. This made Lucian feel even more that he must temporarily pretend to accept fate.
He covered his burning chest and walked toward the Church of the Evernight Goddess one step after another, just like in the image of the prophecy—blood-drenched silver hair, blurred under the moonlight.
The disturbance in the slum had long attracted attention from many forces, and the Church of the Evernight Goddess this time seemed to have been delayed before arriving on scene—but still a bit faster than the belated Church of Storms.
The cranky old pigeon may be late, but never absent...
When the Red Gloves of the Church of the Evernight Goddess arrived at the scene, quite a while had passed since the explosion. But the thick aura of the Sun Pathway hadn't dissipated much.
The Red Gloves who came with impure purposes destroyed some key information, then handed the scene over to the Church of Storms to handle.
After all, the matters between the Lord of Storms and the Eternal Blazing Sun—those of high rank in the Church of the Evernight Goddess's Red Gloves naturally knew one or two things.
The matter, already puzzling and strange, became even messier after being muddied by the Church of the Evernight Goddess. In the end, it was left unsettled.
But before that, certain evil god organizations hidden in Backlund had already gotten first-hand information from the scene.
An extraordinary named Mr. D had arrived alone at the scene before the major churches took action. Using flesh magic of the Hanged Man Pathway, he found some key information.
However, the limitations of flesh magic meant Mr. D couldn't get more information. In the end, he only knew that the other party seemed to be someone from the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
This result, though infuriating, had to be swallowed by the Aurora Order. Backlund was the archdiocese of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. Even after being struck, they could only stay silent.
Originally this matter should have ended here—but what happened next made Mr. D decisively cut off a piece of flesh from his own body.
He planted that wisp of aura mixed with the Church of the Evernight Goddess into the flesh. Before long, the flesh lost its original color and emitted a nauseating stench.
From the rotting meat, a bright red rose swayed out—appearing eerie and bloody.
After planting the Red Rose on his hand, Mr. D slowly left the scene. Next, he had a very important matter to complete—even if he had to offer his life!
All of this was because their great Lord had issued an oracle.
The oracle's content was concise and resolute:
"Find him! Bring him back!"