Things already to this point, he also had no way to eliminate others' hatred toward Lucian, could only use other ways to make up for it.
"You can call me Mil·Shet, if you need any charms, I can sell them to you at low price."
To be honest, he was not short of money. Coming here to sell charms was only for better digesting his own potion, just like that elder.
"I need healing and attacking charms, do you still have stock here?"
Lucian didn't care at all that Mil drew in so much hatred for him. Mil gave him a set of charms at a very low price — for him, this was just a good thing.
Besides, even if Mil didn't say these words, would this group of jealousy-filled people not already have opinions on him?
Isn't it that this group of people saw him as a normal person, easy to bully? If he were a high-sequence Beyonder, they probably wouldn't even dare show a single bit of dissatisfaction.
However, Mil clearly took the responsibility upon himself and even wanted to give him some compensation. He also had no reason to refuse.
"Of course I have. These charms, you pay one gold pound, and you can take them all."
Mil felt that Lucian, at this moment choosing attack and healing-type charms, must be to prevent getting killed and robbed.
With a bit of guilt in his conscience, he was clearly embarrassed to take Lucian's money, but in order to stay in character, he still chose to accept one gold pound as a token gesture.
"This is a Sun Charm, one I obtained by chance. After using it, it can emit a brilliant light beam, extremely damaging to ghost-type creatures."
Mil carefully packaged the charms and handed them to Lucian. He did not act overly polite, only sighed in his heart: "Mil really is a good person."
Although in this world, good people rarely get good returns. In the future, if he has the ability, he wouldn't mind helping this Apothecary Mil a little.
Mil's kindness shown to Lucian made the others even more jealous, especially after Mil gave many charms to Lucian all at once.
Jealousy was jealousy — most of them were still rational. Those charms' power they had already heard of. It wasn't worth sacrificing their lives over some external item.
Rationality often exists alongside madness. Those crazed people whose minds were a little different from normal never considered the consequences.
Just like this trader named Frank at the gathering. Everything he possessed now was built on a foundation of killing, arson, and robbery.
What he liked most was sending death to his targets right when they were smugly enjoying something. Of course, that was just his hobby. His real goal was the target's possessions.
Others might fear Mil, but Frank didn't. Worst case, he could leave this hellhole after finishing this job.
Mil's influence was only confined to this slum district. As long as he left Backlund, with the aid of the charms, that would be enough to build his own power base somewhere else. He didn't believe Mil had the means to track his next location.
The rest of the trading session, although still orderly on the surface, clearly had its atmosphere become subtle.
Beneath the calmness of the meeting were undercurrents surging. Everyone had their own thoughts. What lay beneath each mask was something no one could clearly see.
In the following trades, Lucian only chose to observe. This wasn't because he wanted to keep a low profile — it was simply because none of the items he needed showed up.
Time passed for quite a while...
"This trading session ends here. Everyone, please leave in order according to your number."
The elder with very little presence swept his turbid eyes over everyone once.
"You, leave first." The elder pointed at Lucian and said calmly, not caring at all about the complicated or regretful expressions of others.
Lucian glanced at Mil next to the elder. After a brief thought, he understood the cause and effect.
He gave the elder a slight bow and then quickly left the underground of the tavern.
Mil's charms gave him a little confidence, but not so much that he would be stupid enough to seek danger.
By the time the trading gathering ended, the sky outside the tavern had already completely dimmed. The pitch-black night caused the slum district, which lacked basic infrastructure, to fall into complete darkness.
The night is the best hidden veil. It is the time when every madman becomes excited. It is the time conspirators adore.
Lucian was neither a madman nor a conspirator — he was just a person who follows his heart.
Since he had come out from the tavern, some time had already passed. Those traders who were interested in him might already be sparing no effort in searching for his whereabouts.
And he, taking advantage of this time, had nearly left the slum district. As long as he kept heading west for a while, he would reach the church of the Evernight Goddess.
Lucian's luck wasn't too bad, but perhaps today was just a rather unlucky day for him.
Just as he thought he had successfully left the slum, in a small alleyway in the distance, several gangsters with bad intentions had already been waiting for quite some time.
Even worse was that at this time, the uniqueness "Causality" on his body, which had remained silent for a long time, gave him a premonition of the fate that was about to occur.
In the future, he would be clutching his chest, silver-white short hair soaked with crimson liquid, frantically running all the way toward the church of the Evernight Goddess.
Even though Lucian had a strong mind, at this moment he still couldn't help but reveal a disgusted expression.
This uniqueness called "Causality" really seemed afraid that he lived too comfortably. His situation was already quite bad, yet it still wanted to make things worse. If he could throw away this thing, he would have long ago given it to someone else.
Thinking another way, Lucian's mood quickly calmed down. Since the version of himself in the vision could still run back to the church of the Evernight Goddess, then he wouldn't die in this ambush!
Fate isn't something that can't be used!
Lucian quickened his pace and jogged forward, seemingly not putting these gangsters before him in his eyes. In fact, it was also so — even if these gangsters had Beyonders among them.
In his hand were already several charms. He intended, based on the principle of "rather kill mistakenly than let go," to activate the charms as soon as he approached them.
"Boss, that kid should be our target — silver-white hair, black pupils. In the whole of Loen, there probably isn't a second person with this appearance."
The one called "boss" by the small gangster, a Beyonder, glanced at Lucian from afar and then nodded.
"Raul is still reliable. Not considered a waste raising him."
These years, he had gathered a bunch of underlings relying on his identity as a Beyonder. In this district, he had some small fame.
But in fact, even though he was a Beyonder, he almost never used his Beyonder power — not because he didn't want to use it, but because the price of using it was too high!
He was originally just an ordinary thug. One time during a debt collection, he was captured by an unknown missionary and was forcefully fed the potion called "Secret Prayers." Luckily, he didn't go mad and thus became a Beyonder.
But after becoming a Beyonder, the rambling madness constantly emerging in his head nearly drove him insane. He had to rely on external substances to numb himself and no longer used Beyonder powers.
He never knew that becoming a Beyonder required paying such a heavy price. Otherwise, he would have rather stayed as an ignorant ordinary person.
"Kill him. Even if he doesn't have gold pounds on him, there must be other valuable things!" He issued the command with a slightly crazed tone.
Before they could act, the seemingly thin boy already rushed up and cast a flame at them!
Before they could react, the roles of hunter and prey had already switched.
Their cold weapons were sharp, but against Lucian, who was using long-range magical attacks, they were completely helpless.
"This flame attack is from the fat apothecary's charm — be careful of the charms in his hand!"
Lucian's surprise attack was very effective, but as time went on and his lack of combat experience showed, his advantage was gradually being eroded.
Charms were thrown as if they cost nothing. Continuous charm attacks caused the little gangsters to waver. They were only a group tied together by interest — when the cost outweighed the benefit, they naturally would collapse.
Lucian's way of fighting seemed aimless, but in fact, his attention was mostly focused on the only Beyonder. As long as he killed him, the rest of the small gangsters would naturally scatter like monkeys from a fallen tree.
He was waiting for a timing — the moment to use the most powerful Sun Charm. Even though the other party was not a ghost, the Sun Charm corresponded to a strike from a Sequence 7 "Sun Priest" of the Sun pathway. It was enough to kill an ordinary Sequence 9.
As more and more gangsters were burned and lost their ability to fight, lying on the ground crying, the remaining gangsters gradually stopped attacking and chose to run away.
They had encountered tough opponents before. Running away was not something they were unfamiliar with. Once this storm passed, when they gathered again, they'd still be a band of "brave heroes!"
"Don't run! You all come back!"
The "Secret Prayers" Beyonder clearly didn't treat this matter as a simple failure. The boy in front of him had no intention of letting him go. In this kind of situation, the two of them must die — unfortunately, his foolish teammates couldn't see it!
Lucian's killing intent toward this "Secret Prayers" Beyonder was not fake. In the future foreseen by "Causality," he had been surrounded and forced into a desperate situation by people from the Aurora Order.
"Still distracted? Since that's the case, I'll send you to meet your master!"
The Sun Charm in Lucian's hand was activated, and a golden beam of light burst from his hand, illuminating the slums at this moment.
This already exceeded Lucian's expectations. The full-strength strike of a Sun Priest shouldn't be this powerful, right? Could it be that this was actually a demi-god level charm?
Under normal circumstances, such a thing was impossible — but this time the target of the attack was a Beyonder from the Hanged Man pathway, so it was naturally different.
Moreover, this gangster leader was not just an ordinary Beyonder. On his body was a trace of the "True Creator's" aura — this was what triggered the Sun Charm to go berserk!
Lucian didn't know these things now, nor was he in the state to observe them. At this moment, his condition was not very good.
He had thought that the injury shown in the foreseen future was caused by those gangsters. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be done by himself.
When the light beam hit the gangster leader's body, it caused an explosion. And since he was the closest person to the leader, he naturally couldn't avoid being caught in the aftermath.
He wasn't actually injured that badly — it was the burning pain at the circular mark on his chest that made him extremely uncomfortable, like his heart was being roasted over fire.
"Knew from the start this wasn't some good thing — this disgusting fate!" Lucian clenched both fists tightly, as if to fight against so-called destiny.
But in the end, he still loosened his fists. Strength is the root of everything — without the support of strength, he was nothing but a clown in front of fate.
He had to become a Beyonder — and only one on the Fate pathway. He had no other choice.
After all, even the Evernight Goddess.couldn't help him now. He couldn't think of anyone who could help him escape fate.
With the abilities he currently had, wanting to get rid of the fate behind him — the difficulty was no less than directly swallowing the "Key of Light" and becoming an Old One...
As he firmly resolved to become a Beyonder on the Fate pathway, the burning pain on his chest seemed to slightly lessen. This made Lucian even more convinced — for now, he had to pretend to accept his fate.
He held his burning chest and walked step by step toward the church of the Evernight Goddess. Just like the scene in the prophecy — bloodstained silver hair, appearing blurry under the moonlight.
The commotion in the slum had already drawn the attention of many forces, and this time the church of the Evernight Goddess seemed to arrive quite late at the scene — but still earlier than the always-tardy Church of the Storm.
The irritable old pigeon would be late, but never absent...
By the time the Red Gloves of the church of the Evernight Goddess arrived at the scene, quite some time had passed since the explosion. Yet, the dense aura of the Sun pathway had not dissipated much.
The Red Gloves, who came with impure motives, destroyed some key information before handing the crime scene over to the Church of the Storm for handling.
After all, about the matters between the Lord of Storms and the Everlasting Blazing Sun, the Red Gloves, who were mid- to high-level members of the church of the Evernight Goddess, naturally knew a thing or two.
What was already a murky case became even messier under the interference of the church of the Evernight Goddess, and in the end, it could only be left unresolved.
But before that, certain evil god organizations hidden in Backlund had already obtained first-hand information from the scene.
An Extraordinary named Mr. D had arrived alone at the crime scene even before the major churches had dispatched people. Using the flesh magic of the Hanged Man pathway, he found some key clues.
However, due to the limitations of flesh magic, Mr. D could not obtain more information — in the end, he only found 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 if they were slapped in the face, they could only keep silent.
Originally, this matter was supposed to end here — but what happened next made Mr. D decisively cut a piece of flesh from his own body.
He planted that strand of aura mixed with the church of the Evernight Goddess's smell into his flesh. Before long, the flesh lost its original color and began to emit a nauseating stench.
From the rotten flesh, a bright red rose bloomed, eerie and blood-soaked.
Only after planting the red rose onto his hand did Mr. D slowly leave the place. What followed was something extremely important that he had to complete — even at the cost of his life!
All of this was because their great Lord had delivered an oracle. The content of the oracle was concise and firm:
"Find him! Bring him back!"