Lumian sat on the roof and didn't go down immediately.
The expression on his face had already completely restrained, and his calm and serious appearance seemed to be not the same person as the young man in the tavern who loved to laugh and play pranks.
Ever since he accidentally discovered that Aurore had those magical abilities, he had always wanted to obtain them, but Aurore always told him that this was not something to envy and pursue, on the contrary, it was very dangerous and full of pain, so she would not agree to her brother taking this path, even if she did have a way to make ordinary people control extraordinary powers, she would not tell Lumian.
In this regard, Lumian could only constantly look for opportunities to persuade and plead, but could not force it.
After about ten seconds, Lumian stood up, walked to the edge of the eaves vigorously, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder.
He walked to the outside of Aurore's room, saw the brown wooden door open, and looked inside.
At this time, Auror, dressed in a light blue dress, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, with a bright lamp, immersed in writing something.
What are you writing so late? Witchcraft-related? Lumian raised his hand and pressed the door, jokingly:
"Write a diary?"
"Who writes a diary for a serious person?" Aurore didn't look back, still writing with the champagne gold exquisite pen in his hand.
Lumian expressed dissatisfaction:
"Doesn't Rosell the Great also have many diaries circulating?"
Rossel was the last emperor in the history of the Republic of Intis, where their siblings currently lived, and he ended the reign of the Sauron royal family, and was crowned "Caesar" by the consuls, calling himself the Great.
He had several important inventions, including the steam engine, found a passage to the southern continent, and set off a wave of colonization, which was a symbol of that era more than a hundred years ago.
Unfortunately, he suffered betrayal in his later years and was assassinated at the White Maple Palace in Trier.
After the death of this great emperor, many volumes of diaries were circulated, but they were all written in words that others could not understand and did not seem to exist anywhere in the world.
"So Roselle is not a serious person." Aurore, who had his back to Lumian, sneered.
"Then what are you writing?" Lumian asked.
This is what he really wants to know.
Aurore replied indifferently:
"Faith."
"For whom?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.
Aurore stopped the champagne gold pen with a beautiful pattern and checked the words and sentences in front of her:
"A pen pal."
"Pen pal?" Lumian was a little dazed.
What is this?
Aurore laughed, and while pulling her golden hair behind her ears, she educated her younger brother:
"So I said to read more newspapers and read more, don't play outside every day, or even drink!
"Look at you, what's the difference between being illiterate now?
"Pen pals are friends who have met through newspaper columns, periodicals and magazines, etc., and have never met before, and rely on letters to communicate."
"What's the point of such a friend?" Lumian was quite concerned about this matter.
He couldn't help but withdraw the hand holding the door and touched his chin.
Aurore has never had a boyfriend, so she can't be fooled by a guy she's never met.
"Meaning?" Aurore thought about it seriously, "First of all, emotional value, okay, I know you don't understand what emotional value is, people are social animals, they need to communicate, some things, some emotions, I definitely won't tell the people in the village, and I can't tell you, I need a more secret catharsis channel, this kind of pen pal who won't meet is just right, secondly, don't underestimate my pen pals, several of them are very powerful, and there are also very knowledgeable ones, like this lamp that uses batteries, it was given to me by a pen pal, kerosene lamp , candles are too harmful to the eyes, not suitable for writing at night......"
Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurore raised her left hand and waved her hand back:
"Go to bed, my drunkard brother!
"Good night!"
"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he still did not ask.
Aurore then ordered:
"Remember to help me bring the door, it's a bit cold with the door open and the window open."
Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.
He walked back to his room step by step, took off his shoes, and sat down on the bed.
In the hazy and dark night, the wooden table facing the window, the chair leaning at the angle, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side all came into Lumian's eyes.
He sat quietly, lost in thought.
He had always known that Aurore had his own secrets, and there were many things he hadn't told himself, which was not surprising at all, he was just worried that these secrets and these things might bring danger to Aurore.
And once something really happens, what he can do is quite limited.
He was just an ordinary person with a strong body and a flexible mind.
One thought came to mind, and one by one they fell, Lumian exhaled softly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.
Then, he takes off his jacket-style brown coat and throws himself into the bed that hasn't warmed up yet.
In late March and early April, the weather on the mountain was still a bit cold.
…………
In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray fog.
They permeate the surroundings, making distant objects disappear completely.
Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went or how far he walked in the gray mist, he would eventually return to the same place:
His bedroom.
The bedroom consists of a white four-piece bed, a wooden table and chairs lying in front of the window, bookshelves, wardrobes, etc.
…………
Phew, Lumian opened his eyes.
The early morning sunlight illuminates half of the bedroom through the not too thick blue curtains.
Lumian sat up and looked at such a picture in a daze, with the illusion that he was still dreaming.
He had that dream again.
I dreamed of the gray mist that never dissipated.
He raised his hand and pinched his temples on both sides, and said to himself silently:
"Recently, it has become more and more frequent, and I do it almost every day......"
If it weren't for the fact that this dream hadn't brought any bad effects, Lumian would definitely not have been as calm as he is now.
Of course, it didn't bring any good effects.
"I really hope this hides some kind of adventure......" Lumian muttered, turning over and getting out of bed.
As soon as he opened the door and came to the corridor, he heard a sound coming from Aurore's room.
What a coincidence...... A smile appeared on Lumian's face.
Suddenly, his heart moved, he took a step back, and stood on the edge of the door.
When the door to Aurore's bedroom opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand, pinched his temples, and a slightly painful look appeared on his face.
"What's wrong?" Aurore noticed this scene.
Succeed! Lumian drank in his heart, making an effort to calm down his state.
"I have that dream again." He replied in a low voice.
Aurore's blonde hair hung casually, and her eyebrows gradually became a little worried:
"The last plan didn't work......"
She thought for a while and said:
"Maybe...... I should find you a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, to see what caused it."
"The kind with magical abilities?" Lumian asked deliberately.
Aurore nodded lightly in response.
"One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help but ask more.
"Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problems!" Aurore did not respond positively.
Aren't I thinking? Lumian muttered in his heart.
He took advantage of the situation and said:
"Aurore, if I become a wizard and a person who holds extraordinary powers, I should be able to unlock the secret of the dream and put an end to it once and for all."
"Don't think about it!" Aurore responded without hesitation.
Her expression softened:
"Lumian, I won't lie to you, this road is dangerous and painful, if there is no other choice, if the world is not getting more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer and live happily."
Lumian immediately said:
"Then let me bear those dangers and pains, I will protect you, you just have to live happily and do what you want."
He had thought about these words many times in his heart.
Aurore was silent for two seconds, and her smile suddenly bloomed:
"Are you discriminating against women?"
Without giving Lumian a chance to re-state, she said seriously:
"It's useless, if you choose this path, you won't have a chance to regret it.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash up, you study hard at home today and prepare for the unified entrance examination for colleges and universities in June!"
"You said that the world is becoming more and more dangerous, what else to take?" Lumian muttered.
He felt that the most important thing at the moment was to gain strength, not to make a roll.
Aurore smiled:
"Knowledge equals strength, my illiterate brother."
Lumian had nothing to say but watched Aurore walk into the bathroom.
…………
In the afternoon, on the square of Kordu Village.
Raymond. Clegg saw Lumian from a distance. Li squatted under an elm tree, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Shouldn't you study at home?" Raymond walked over, with obvious envy in his tone.
He is a friend of Lumian, almost 1.7 meters tall, brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary appearance, and a little blush on his face.
Lumian raised his head and said with a smile:
"Didn't Aurore tell you? Hanging also makes people take a breather! I've been studying for so long, I have to take a break."
He kept thinking about it in the morning, whether it was possible for him to gain extraordinary power without passing through Aurore.
This requires searching, clues, and he needs to take the initiative to investigate.
Thinking of the end, he felt that the stories circulating in the village involving magical powers might hide some truths and clues, so he came here to wait for Raymond.
"If I were you, I would rest for a quarter of an hour at most." Raymond leaned against the elm tree and said, "We don't have a sister who has read a lot to teach us, and I will learn to herd sheep next year."
Lumian ignored this sentence and said thoughtfully:
"You tell the legend of the wizard you told last time."
Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intentions, and recalled suspiciously:
"The wizard?
"There used to be a wizard in the village, and then he died. On the day of the burial, an owl flew from outside the house and stopped on the top of the bed, and did not fly away until the body was carried away.
"Then, the coffin became very heavy, and it took nine cows to pull it."
"How long ago was it?" Lumian asked.
Raymond became more and more dazed:
"How do I know, I listened to my father."
(End of this chapter)