Chapter 9 Owl
Lumian just had such an inspiration suddenly, and he didn't really want to do it.
Not to mention that so many years have passed, the life of an owl is much shorter than that of a human, and the one that flew in when the wizard died should have rotted into mud long ago, and the number of owls in this mountain alone made Lumian have no desire to follow.
Too much!
The owl had no obvious features...... No, in the legend, there is no specific image of the owl, and Naroka didn't talk about it just now...... We still didn't ask carefully enough...... Lumian came back to his senses and smiled at Raymond:
"Owls related to wizards may live for 100 years."
Seeing that Raymond was getting more and more afraid, he relieved:
"Don't worry, this is the last choice, I don't want to face a monster.
"Let's ask other old people again, maybe there are key clues that Naroka ignored."
He then said in a bewitching tone:
"If I were a wizard, I would never take all the treasures with me or keep them at home, I would definitely hide some of them somewhere, so as not to be suddenly attacked by the court, and when I had to flee immediately, my money bag was empty."
One of the important duties of the Inquisition of the "Eternal Sun" Church is to eliminate all sorcerers and witches, and their "great achievements" are widely spread in the countryside.
"Yes!" Raymond was heavy and excited.
He said with a yearning face:
"It's a pity, too many years have passed, and the treasures that the church has searched must have been spent long ago."
"Young man, your idea is very dangerous." Lumian quipped.
The two continued to visit old Pierre and Naferlia from the Mori family.
Although their answers were similar to Naroka's, Lumian and Raymond, who had experience, still asked for more details.
For example, the owl is large and medium-sized, basically the same as its kind: a pointed mouth, a cat-like face, brown feathers, scattered fine spots, brown-yellow eyes, and black eyes......
But its size is one circle larger than similar owls, and its eyes seem to be able to turn, not as stiff as its counterparts, looking dazed.
In all the descriptions, these differences make the owl appear more evil.
"There don't seem to be any useful clues now." On the road to the village square, Lumian said to Raymond, "We can only focus on other legends."
"Hmm." Raymond was no longer as frustrated as he was at the beginning, "Which one to choose?"
This guy is active and hardworking...... Lumian secretly praised, ready to give Raymond a little reward.
He nodded and said:
"Go back and think about it carefully, and discuss the decision tomorrow.
"I'll teach you fighting skills in the afternoon."
"Okay!" Raymond was delighted with the unexpected.
Aurore is very good at fighting, otherwise how can he deal with some savage and rude men in the village? Her brother should not be bad.
Farewell to Raymond. Clegg, Lumian turned onto the path leading to his own home.
After walking for a while, he saw several men coming towards him.
The leader was in his prime, not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a white robe and light black hair on his head.
He had a majestic temperament, his facial features could only be said to be straight, the tip of his nose was slightly hooked, and there was undisguised disgust and malice in his blue eyes looking at Lumian.
This is the parish priest Guillaume Guillaume of the "Eternal Sun" Church in the village of Kordu. Bene.
"I've been waiting for you for a while." Guillaume. Bene said in a deep voice, "Did you deliberately bring those strangers to church?"
"I thought you were sleeping in it." Lumian forced an explanation and quietly stepped back.
He recognized, Guillaume. Standing next to Bene was his younger brother Pons. Bene, this guy is in his early thirties, strong, domineering, and likes to bully the villagers.
The others were thugs who followed him and the priests of the parish.
Seeing Lumian retreating, Guillaume. Bene winked at Pons.
Pons. Bene stepped forward with a fierce smile:
"Bastard boy, come and meet your father Pons!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already quickened his pace and pounced on Lumian, as did several other thugs.
In a rural place like Cordu Village, reasoning cannot be calmed or exchanged for apologies, and the direct and strong handling is awe-inspiring. Bene knew very well and was used to doing things like this, so as soon as he was sure that the strangers were brought to church by Lumian, he decided to arrest the boy and beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for a month, and beat him until someone made up for him.
Of course, you have to avoid Aurore.
As for the law, as long as you talk to the administrator and territorial judge Beoster, the sheriff in the city will not go to the countryside to investigate such a trivial matter as a fight.
As an outsider, Beost would not offend himself, a locally-born priest, without a great conflict of interest.
Let Guillaume. Bene felt that he was fortunate that the foreigners did not publicize the affair between him and the administrator's wife, Madame Puaris, and the other party did not know about it for the time being.
They were fast, Lumian was faster, and as soon as Pons spoke, he turned around and ran wildly.
He had a good understanding of the temperament and style of the priests in this parish.
A villager once reported to the "Eternal Sun" church in the city, saying that Guillaume. Benet not only had multiple mistresses, but also denied the devotion of believers to the "Eternal Sun" and bullied others wantonly in the village, not at all like a clergyman.
Kick!
Lumian ran with a gust of wind.
"Wait for your father!" Pons shouted and chased after him, and his speed was not slow.
The thugs also followed.
Rushing out of the path, Lumian did not run along the avenue, but directly broke into the nearest house.
The family was preparing lunch in the kitchen of the part-time living room when they suddenly saw such a person running in.
With a whoosh, Lumian circled them and climbed out through the window behind the kitchen.
When Pons and the others chased in, the owner of the house had come back to his senses, got up to intercept and asked:
"What are you doing?
"What are you doing?"
"Get out of the way!" Pons viciously pushed the male master away, but it also delayed a little time.
By the time they chased them to the window and rolled out, Lumian had already run into another path.
After chasing for a while, they completely lost Lumian's figure.
"Damn wild dog!" Pons spat green phlegm to the side of the road.
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Outside the semi-ground-level two-story building.
Lumian calmed down and opened the door and entered the house as if nothing had happened.
"One, two, three, four, two, three, four......" A regular shout came into his ears.
Lumian looked into the open space on the other side of the kitchen and saw Aurore's blonde hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a linen shirt and tight white trousers, and dark boots made of lambskin, bouncing there and sweating profusely.
——The custom of Kordu Village is that most of the first floor is the kitchen, which is the core of the whole home, where cooking is done, food is enjoyed, and guests gather here.
I'm exercising again...... Lumian was already familiar with such scenes and was not surprised at all.
Aurore often does strange things and doesn't give a reason when asked.
At least it's good to exercise, and it's pretty good-looking...... Lumian leaned over and watched quietly.
After a while, Aurore stopped moving and bent down to turn off the black recorder that used batteries.
She took the white towel handed by Lumian and ordered while wiping the sweat from her forehead:
"Remember to learn to fight this afternoon."
"I want to study and learn to fight, will your requirements for me be too high?" Lumian complained casually.
Aurore glanced at him and said with a smile:
"You have to remember that our goal is the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetic appreciation, and labor ability!"
The more she talked, the happier she became, as if she remembered some good memories or fun things.
I have failed morality...... Lumian muttered silently.
He asked instead:
"What kind of fighting do you learn?"
One of the things he couldn't figure out was that Aurore, who looked soft and weak, turned out to be a master of fighting, mastering many schools of fighting techniques, and every time he suppressed himself to the point where he couldn't do it.
Aurore thought about it seriously, leaned forward slightly, half-raised his face, and looked into Lumian's eyes.
She then smiled and said loudly:
"Anti-wolf technique!"
"Huh?" Lumian was surprised, "Isn't this what girls learn?"
Aurore stood up straight, shook his head with a serious face, and said earnestly:
"Boys should protect themselves when they go out.
"Who said boys wouldn't encounter perverts?"
The smile on the corner of her mouth gradually became unhidable.
Not sure if his sister was joking or really planning to do it, Lumian had to say nothing, took the white towel back, and walked up the stairs.
Suddenly, his feet tightened, as if he had tripped over something, and the whole person fell forward suddenly.
In mid-air, Lumian hurriedly tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, stretched out his arms, pressed down on the chair next to him, and then turned over and barely "landed" steadily.
Aurore withdrew her outstretched foot and said with a tsk tsk:
"One of the essentials of fighting is to observe the environment at all times and not be negligent.
"Do you remember, my rookie brother?"
Just now, her right hand had already grabbed Lumian's vest, but seeing that the other party had controlled her figure, she took it back.
"Isn't that trusting you too much...... Lumian muttered.
He thought about it carefully, and felt that trust in this regard was meaningless, and he didn't know how many similar losses he had suffered in front of Aurore.
Aurore coughed and restrained her expression:
"How was the conversation with that woman?"
Lumian roughly recounted the conversation, and finally said:
"I plan to wait for your friends to reply before considering exploring the dream realm."
"Wise choice." Aurore nodded in satisfaction.
Lumian changed the topic:
"What to eat for lunch?"
"There is still toast left in the morning, I will bake you four more lamb chops." Aurore thought for a while.
"What about you?" Lumian asked.
Aurore said casually:
"I just have a truffle bamboo shredded chicken, and then add a cheese and onion soup, I tried it last time and found it quite ......."
Before she could finish speaking, her whole body suddenly froze.
In the next second, she raised her hands, trying to block her ears, and the muscles on her face gradually twisted.
This made her beauty a little hideous.
Lumi watched quietly, his eyes full of concern and worry.
After a while, Aurore let out a long breath and returned to normal.
Her forehead was covered in sweat again.
"What's wrong?" Lumian asked.
Aurore smiled:
"Tinnitus has flown again, and you don't know that I have this old problem."
Lumian didn't ask, but said:
"Well, then I'll make lunch, you have a good rest."
Whenever this happened, his desire to obtain extraordinary power became more urgent and determined.
(End of this chapter)