It was late at night, and everyone was quiet.
Lumian woke up in a dream again, and the first thing that caught his eye was a faint gray mist.
He instinctively raised his hand and inserted it into the pocket of his clothes.
The cold and hard metal touch immediately came to his mind.
He took out the items he touched, and a touch of gold lit up his eyes.
This is a gold coin.
A piece of gold Louis.
"It's still ......" Lumian sat up and looked down at himself.
He was still wearing the cotton jacket, cotton pants, and leather jacket he had last explored, with a nearly two-meter-long steel fork and a sharp iron-black axe just within reach.
This is exactly the same state he was in when he was out of the dream.
"In other words, this dream is developing, and it won't start over every time you enter......" Lumian played with the Golden Louie and put it in the pocket of the cotton jacket inside.
Although this cannot be brought to reality, it is also pleasant to see.
Lumian rolled over and got out of bed, looked out the window for a while, and confirmed that there was no noticeable change in the reddened peak of the ruins.
He picked up his axe and steel fork and walked out of his room into the dimly lit aisle.
Aurore's bedroom and study remain open.
Lumian glanced at it and suddenly had an idea:
"In the dream, my room basically corresponds to reality, and it has everything it should have, and Aurore's initial appearance is the same.
"Then, can I find her witchcraft notes, secret medicine recipes, or how to become a wizard in this bedroom?"
This idea was like a devil's whisper, making Lumian's heart flutter and he wanted to try.
Rather than exploring the unknown, dangerous, mysterious, and eerie ruins, rummaging through Aurore's room is an easier and safer choice.
No, no! Lumian shook his head sharply, throwing the thought aside.
He would rather take risks than snoop on Aurore's privacy, and he wouldn't go through her bedroom until he got Aurora's permission.
This is a sign of respect for Aurore.
Without Auror, he would have died five years ago, as a wanderer.
Lumian retracted his gaze in pain and walked towards the stairs.
The owner of the bedroom was anyone other than Aurore, and he was now looking for useful information.
After going down the stairs, Lumian was not in a hurry to go out, but checked the kitchen reserves.
The olive oil, corn oil and animal fats of Aurore Hoard are neatly arranged in the form of barrels and cans, just like in reality.
Almost subconsciously, Lumian first took out the bucket of corn oil and placed it next to the stove.
The only reason he chose this was that animal fats and olive oil were more expensive.
Then, he skillfully used coal, wood, lit a fire in the stove, and made several torches to be lit.
This is preparing for the incineration of that monster.
Of course, it would be better if it could be solved by other methods, and this is the last choice.
After these things, he picked up his axe and opened the door.
Lumian immediately noticed a difference:
The faint gray mist that permeated this dream was more damp than last time, and the ground under his feet was slightly muddy.
"Has it rained? When I was not there, when I wasn't dreaming, it still existed here, and it naturally evolved according to certain laws?" Lumian was a little surprised, but inexplicably felt that it should be so.
Thinking of the strange stories made up by Aurore, he suddenly had a guess:
"This won't be the real world, will it?
"My dream is connected to a real world, and the purpose of that tarot card to wake me up is to cross the barrier between the dream and the ruins?"
Lumian hurriedly glanced left and right, and found that on both sides of the ruins, the "edge" of the dream, was a gray mist with no end in sight.
"After that, you can verify that instead of going to the ruins, go outside the gray fog to see whether it is a strange and illogical dream after penetrating the gray fog, or the real earth, sky, villages and towns......"
If it is the former, it means that this place still belongs to the dream realm, and if not, Lumian will have to confirm which world it is.
He believes that from the use of Ginlouis, it seems that this place is still in the Republic of Intis, but it may not be the current era, or perhaps somewhere that was lost and disappeared decades ago hundreds of years ago.
However, Lumian felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to get out of the gray fog around him.
Restraining his mind, he continued to move towards the ruins.
He did not forget that the purpose of this dream was to try to solve the monster.
After walking for a hundred meters on the muddy wasteland full of gravel and cracks, Lumian suddenly stopped.
He thought of a question.
There was a mistake in the preparation just now!
Previously, the two-story building in his house had no fire, and it was very safe in this world shrouded in gray mist, but now, it has a furnace fire and shines light, will it attract a large number of monsters and make the safe zone no longer safe?
Lumian subconsciously turned his head and looked at the place where he was coming from, only to see that in the faint gray mist, the bottom of the half-ground-level two-story building had a crimson light imprinted on different glass windows.
This is like a lighthouse in a dark world.
Considering that a lot of time had passed, it was obviously too late to try to extinguish the fire now, so Lumian simply quickened his pace, entered the ruins, and hid in the building on the edge that had collapsed due to burning.
He pinned the axe to his back belt, climbed a wall with great skill, and hid in a dark corner separated by brick and wood.
Lumian looked at his home on the other side of the wilderness.
Time passed minute by minute, and he didn't see any monsters attracted by the furnace fire and approached that side.
"It seems that the furnace fire will not bring any changes, at least it will not surround my house with monsters......" Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
This means that even if he really encounters any danger, as long as he can escape home in time and fall asleep as soon as possible, he can get rid of it smoothly.
He began to think about how to elicit and deal with the previous monster:
"Judging from the last short fight, its strength, speed, reflexes, and agility are similar to mine, but it is obvious that it is fighting by instinct, and it does not have enough experience and skills, nor the corresponding wisdom, so I can fight back when it is attacked......
"It will also be stunned and stunned, no different from humans......
"In addition to fighting skills, I have two points that are stronger than it, one is that I can crush my IQ, and the other is that I can use weapons and tools, which is the biggest advantage of humans over this kind of monster......
"As long as I am careful, it is not difficult to defeat it again, the key is how to completely solve it......"
Just as Lumian wanted to deliberately create a little movement to see if he could attract some monsters over, he saw a figure approaching silently next to the completely collapsed house on the side.
The figure was blood-red, with no skin, directly exposing muscles, blood vessels and fascia, just like the monster from last time.
Unlike last time, this monster was holding a dung fork in his hand.
Dung fork!
"It can also use weapons......" Lumian's face stiffened for a while, and his expression became bitter.
His confidence dropped a little unconsciously.
As the monster approached and turned, Lumian saw exaggerated wounds on its back, neck, and back of its head, but the cracks were no longer oozing pus and appeared to be mostly healed.
"It's really the one I met before......
"Its self-healing ability is many times stronger than mine than normal humans......"
Lumian gasped silently.
He forced himself to calm down and quickly analyzed the current situation.
After a moment, Lumian had a decision:
Now is a good opportunity, and if you encounter an opportunity, you must fight for it and not miss it!
He quietly pulled out a stone brick from his side, waiting for the monster to reach the expected position.
In one or two steps, the monster entered Lumian's "ambush circle".
Lumian threw the stone brick out and threw it to the ground behind the monster.
Boom!
The stone bricks smashed, causing the monster to turn around quickly and look at what was attacking him.
Seeing this, Lumian held the axe in both hands and jumped ferocidly from the wall to the monster from the side.
Bang!
The axe, with the weight of the fall, slashed hard at the monster's neck, splitting most of it in half.
With two plops, Lumian and the monster fell to the ground at the same time.
Lumian quickly jumped up, grabbed the axe, ran over, and slashed hard at the monster's neck.
One, two, three times, the monster had its head cut off before it could resist.
As the head rolled to the side, the skinless body twitched twice and stopped moving.
Lumian didn't stop there, he took a step diagonally, turned the axe, and smashed the hideous head with his thick back, smashing it to pieces.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and slashed several axes into his body, which exposed muscles, blood vessels and fascia, smashing his heart and other important organs.
After doing all this, Lumian took two steps back, looked at his masterpiece, gasped, and laughed softly:
"I thought you really couldn't kill him, who knew that he had this ability!"
In the laughter that controlled the intensity, the headless corpse suddenly bounced.
Lumian's eyes tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head and run away.
He forcibly resisted the urge, stepped forward again, and raised his axe.
After the corpse bounced twice, it regained its composure, as if it had just made a dying unsuccessful struggle.
Lumian observed for a while and finally confirmed that the monster was completely dead.
"The vitality is so tenacious......" Lumian sighed secretly, then leaned over, squatted down, used an ax to pick open the muscles and fascia, and examined the body.
The monster's body structure was no different from that of a human, but its body was significantly more energetic, and even though it was dead, there were still slight wrigglings in some cuts.
"There is no treasure, and no extraordinary power is transferred to my body......" Lumian assessed his current state, a little disappointed for a moment.
Every time a monster is killed, it becomes one point stronger, and sure enough, it only exists in Auror's story.
He immediately brought the monster's body and head into the collapsed building and buried it with bricks and wood.
Then, he searched for the burned house, hoping to gain something.
(End of this chapter)