Chapter 372 King? No, Emperor! Compared to his previous nightmare, Lumian could now "see" more clearly. The dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window looked about 70% similar to Count Puyfer. As he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles on his face moved and his contours changed, instantly becoming exactly like Lumian. It is exactly the same as Lumian Lee from Cordu Village, not the current Charles Dubois! When the dark red-haired man with Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian felt a sharp pain in his eye sockets and his vision went black. At the same time, he heard a crazy laugh of "Hahahaha", which infected him and made him want to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodthirstiness. Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly warm, and pure madness flooded into his mind. The irritability, violence and bloodthirstiness that came from nowhere were immediately expelled from his body, and the crazy laughter of "Hahaha" disappeared in an instant. Lumian's vision returned to normal, and he saw the novelist Arnoldi sitting opposite him and Count Puifur sitting to the side. With smiles on their faces, they watched other participants choose their king cakes, completely unaware of the unusual changes that had occurred in Lumian. Lumian counted the missing king cakes and glanced at Laurent who was choosing. He found that only a few seconds had passed, but it felt like a long hour to him. Relying on the ability of the "Mendicant Monk", he suppressed the emotional fluctuations caused by the aura of the "Blood Emperor" in his body. He vaguely sensed that there was a strange, crazy, bloody and cruel spirit wandering in the void above his head.

This terrifying spirit was eager to try to enter Lumian's body, but was intimidated by the hidden aura of Alistair Tudor. It did not dare to land and could only hover above the living room, like a vulture that wanted to hunt a corpse but was afraid of nearby natural enemies. All the participants in the King Cake Game present were unaware that there was such a crazy spirit staring fiercely at their heads, and they picked the King Cakes with a smile on their faces. "Come on, come and dance with the Blood Emperor! Let's see who is crazy, you or Alistair Tudor!" Lumian, who was a little emotionally unstable, sneered in his heart. Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell. If that spirit really wanted to force its way into his body, he would have no way to stop it. He could only hope that Mr. Fool's seal could be activated and produce a certain effect. And now it seems that the crazy and cruel spirit has no rationality and it is difficult to think. It is unable to distinguish the specific effect of Alistair Tudor's breath and can only feel fear instinctively. Lumian controlled his state a little, and while watching Elos and the others selecting the king cakes, and sensing the crazy spirit moving quickly, he thought about the corresponding questions: "This seems to be the essence of the Soran family's King Cake game... "Puifer used his own blood and a simplified ritual to summon the remaining spirit of his ancestors, allowing it to enter the body of the person who ate the marker and became the king... "If such a crazy and bloody spirit really took over my body and eroded my mind, I would probably lose control on the spot. It is almost impossible for ordinary people not to go crazy. How does Count Puifur stay normal? At least he looks normal, and he has been king countless times... "No wonder Thermipolos asked me to change my pie last time. If I lose control, His fate will not be any better... "You're just a pig! Why didn't you remind me today? Knowing that I have the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' and don't have to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, you chose to be mute? "Where did this crazy spirit come from? It's been two or three hundred years, why does it still exist? "Does the Soran family have a special way to preserve the spirits of high-ranking people, accumulated from generation to generation, or is it that the Fomonda Soran is not actually dead, or is it that the Beyonder characteristics he left behind are too polluted, and the Soran family wants to use this method to eliminate them bit by bit? But it has been two or three hundred years! "Gardner Martin's goal is to confirm the status of Fomonda... "Uh, this crazy spirit keeps wandering around overhead and won't come down... Will it slowly recede, or change its target, or create some other abnormality?" Lumian was on high alert, always keeping an eye out for the crazy spirit hovering in the air. If it really showed signs of forcibly invading with the aura of the "Blood Emperor" or brought about other bad changes, Lumian would choose to "teleport" away directly. Anoli, Maren, Elite and others selected the king cakes one by one, leaving only the one for Fomonda Soren on the plate. Count Puyver smiled and looked around and said: "Everyone can start eating. Whoever eats the gold coin will be the king of today."

After saying this, he gracefully took a bite of the king cake in his hand, and then took several more bites, his expression gradually becoming confused and panicked. There is no gold coin! Count Puyver looked at the other participants in astonishment, his confidence that everything was under control completely gone. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: "No, that's impossible! I am the one who looks most like the ancestor!" He fixed his eyes on Eros, the only one among the guests present who had the blood of the Sauron family. Although Elos was puzzled by her cousin's panicked and fierce look as if he wanted to tear her to pieces, she still ate a few bites of the king's cake. Still no gold coin. Count Puif was even more confused. His eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through his mind: “Is there no illegitimate child of any family member here? “No, even if there is, I am more like the ancestor! "Is there anyone high up in the Hunter Path present? "impossible! "Or, has anyone here suffered from the contamination from underground?" Seeing that Count Puif was scratching his hair in pain and most of the game participants had taken several bites of the king's cake, Lumian slowly raised his right hand and took a bite. As expected, his teeth struck something hard and metal. He then spat the thing onto his left palm, and it turned out to be a 10-fil gold coin. Count Puyver's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stared at Lumian's face, wishing he could dig out every piece of flesh and blood for a careful examination. Novelist Arnold laughed: "Oh, finally there's a new king. I'm tired of Puifur every time. He can't think of any good pranks anymore." Lumian picked up the gold coin and glanced at Anoli with cold eyes: "Who asked you to speak?" Anoli shuddered and instinctively closed his mouth. Lumian barely managed to control the influence of the Blood Emperor's aura again, only to feel that the crazy spirit above his head was swirling faster and faster, and seemed to be getting more and more impatient and violent. He looked around slowly, smiled and said: "From now on, I am your king, or, would you prefer to call me emperor?" For some reason, all the participants, including Count Puyfer and Miss Eloise, felt an urge to obey Charles' orders. Of course, it was just a throbbing, a throbbing caused by both words and momentum. Among them, the poet Ilet, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles Dubois, stood up indifferently, put his hand on his chest, and saluted: "Yes, my Emperor!" Others, either following the spirit of the game or influenced by the throbbing in their hearts, also stood up and saluted in their own way: "Yes, His Majesty the Emperor." Lumian smiled and pressed his right hand down, signaling everyone to sit down. He then looked at Count Puyver, raised his chin slightly and said: "I command you to pay thirty thousand filgs of gold." Count Puyver was stunned for a moment, with complicated emotions churning in his heart.

This was the first time he was ordered around in the King Cake game. He subconsciously wanted to refute in a joking tone, but then he remembered that once this occult game really began, he could not disobey the king's orders, otherwise he would end up in a very miserable situation. Count Puyver gritted his teeth, stood up and said: "Yes, His Majesty the Emperor." He left the living room and went up to a certain floor of the castle's main building while everyone was waiting quietly. He took out five heavy gold bars from the safe. Thirty thousand Felgin was not a large sum of money to him. Seeing that Count Puyfer really offered him a gold bar worth 30,000 Fergold, Lumian was filled with regret: If I had known he would obey orders, I should have asked for more! "The problem now is how to bring the gold back. If I play a similar game normally, even if I accept 5 Fel Gold in person, I have to return it privately, otherwise I will seriously offend Count Puif... Also, how can I explain to Gardner Martin that I became king, but nothing happened?" Lumian thought as he put the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides. He turned to look at the novelist Arnold: "Your task is to give a kiss to someone present here..." As Anoli looked at the beautiful girls expectantly, Lumian pointed at the poet Ilete who had just taken a puff of his pipe: “It’s our poet.” After a brief silence, a guest whistled and others started to cheer. Anoli stood up unwillingly and muttered: "I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath. I can accept it if it's Maren..." Despite this repulsion, he still obeyed the order and kissed Elite gently on the lips. Elite didn't care at all and laughed: "I can feel your stiffness, Anoli, cheer up and stop acting like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world." Lumian watched and listened expressionlessly, his attention mostly focused on the swirling crazy spirit. Although it did not try to invade the body of anyone present, everyone became a little agitated and showed signs of emotional instability under its influence. Arnoli, a novelist who usually likes to joke and is happy to be joked, became cold when he heard Ellette's teasing, and he seemed to want to pick up the knife on the table and hit the other person. He finally resisted the urge. Lumian suspected that if that crazy aura did not leave and dissipate, as the game progressed, the participants would become more and more irritable, more angry, and more bloodthirsty. At this moment, a sharp, terrified scream was heard from somewhere in the castle. PS: Sorry, I forgot to set the timer. (End of this chapter)