After some searching, Lumian found a lot of gold, silver and copper coins, totaling 197 Felkin 25 kopes.
Among them, there are five gold Louis alone.
As for the paper banknotes, he only found some suspected wreckage.
In addition to money, Lumian also turned out a small blue book.
The book has a gray-blue cover and is 16 pages in size, and is widely used in the countryside and towns of Intis.
It is based on the calendar, integrating the almanac with the religious teachings of the two major churches, and has a very positive effect on guiding farmers and herdsmen to farm, produce and graze, and enrich their spiritual life.
Of course, even though it has been nearly two hundred years since Roselle the Great advocated compulsory education, there are still a large number of farmers, herdsmen, and workers who do not know a few words and are in a state of illiteracy.
Lumian casually flipped through a few pages and found that this little blue book was no different from the one at home, but the whole looked a little older.
"There is a little blue book, there are so many Felkins, this family is definitely the kind of family with a good family in the countryside, and there will be no more than five similar families in Kordu Village......" Lumian threw away the little blue book and put the gold, silver, and copper coins into different pockets - some were hidden deep in the pocket of the cotton jacket, some were placed in the pocket of the trouser pocket, and some were casually stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket.
Although Lumian knew that this money could not bring reality, he still couldn't help but collect and save it.
These little things, whether gold, silver, or copper, always made him unable to take his eyes off.
In his past wandering life, even if it was just a copper coin or a rick, he cherished it very much, and often fought with others for this and took risks to do certain things.
After looking around, Lumian picked up his axe and dived towards the collapsed building closer to the reddish-brown peak.
He went deeper little by little, and every time he passed through the empty space in the middle of the ring, he was terrified, afraid that dozens of monsters would suddenly emerge and surround himself in an unobstructed place.
In the faint gray mist, Lumian hunched over, came to a half-collapsed stone wall, and squatted there, thereby hiding his figure.
He cautiously poked his head out and looked ahead.
It was a narrow strip between two rows of destroyed buildings, with no trees, no weeds, only rubble, cracks, and dirt.
Suddenly, a figure jumped into Lumian's eyes.
"He" stood in the opposite building, staring at something.
The figure was wearing a black robe with a hood, and there was nothing strange about it on his back, just like an ordinary human.
Lumi tightened her mind and became more and more vigilant.
In such a dream ruin, the appearance of normal people is much more terrifying than the appearance of monsters!
As if sensing that someone was watching him, the figure slowly turned around.
Lumian glanced quickly, quickly retracted his head, leaned his back against the wall, and did not dare to move.
Just by looking at it, he had the illusion that he had gone to hell and into the abyss.
That figure is indeed a person, but "he" has three faces and six eyes!
The face on the front has cloudy eyes, sparse eyebrows, and many wrinkles, like an old man;
The left side has sharp edges, blue eyes, and a thick and dark beard, like a strong man;
The skin on the right side is smooth and delicate, like a shelled egg, and a pair of blue eyes are obviously innocent and ignorant, and they will not be more than five years old at first glance.
"What kind of monster is this......" Lumian tried to control his breathing and not let his heart beat wildly.
Even in Auror's horror stories, such monsters have never appeared, and they can only be encountered in the deepest, deepest, and most absurd nightmares.
Although it is not good to recognize "people" by their appearance, Lumian intuitively believes that the three-faced monster is many times more powerful than the previous skinless monster!
Moreover, it has a high probability of having extraordinary power.
"Eternal Sun, Great Father, please bless me from being discovered by it......" At this scene, Lumian, a pan-believer, couldn't help but pray to the "Eternal Sun".
If he weren't holding an axe in one hand, if it weren't for the sinister environment, he would have opened his arms and made a "praise the sun" gesture.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Lumian thought he might have hallucinated:
It seemed that a line of sight penetrated the wall and fell on his back.
His back instantly stiffened, vaguely burning a little.
It was a second or two, and the illusion disappeared, and the sound of heavy footsteps went into the distance.
Lumian waited for a while, until the footsteps completely disappeared, then slowly straightened his knees, turned his body, poked his head out, and looked forward.
The monster went further away, and when it reached the back of the building that had collapsed in the middle on both sides, half of its body was revealed in the faint gray mist.
"He" was still facing Lumian, as if he had turned into a statue.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
Facing this kind of monster, he was not at all sure.
"You definitely can't go deep into the ruins from here...... Go around?
"There are no similar monsters anywhere else?
"The closer you get to that mountain, the more powerful the monsters that appear?"
Lumian retracted his body, thought for a while, and decided that tonight would end there.
He planned to ask the woman who was playing the tarot card after dawn to see if there was a way to deal with the three-faced monster.
He hunched his back, broke away from the wall, and headed towards where he came from.
At this time, he had an idea:
"If I fall asleep in this ruin, will I be able to get out of the dream?"
Considering the large number of monsters around, he temporarily suppressed the urge to try.
On the way back, he quickly searched every destroyed building he passed by, but found no useful textual information, not even a few coins.
After retreating for a while, Lumian thought for a moment and decided to take a slight detour, facing the burned house he had arrived at from the side, where he had buried the skinless monster.
He wanted to observe whether the monster's death would be noticed by its own kind, and whether it would cause some changes.
Finding a position and hiding his body, Lumian poked his head out from the side and looked at the target area.
In the next second, he saw another "figure".
The figure was half like a human and half like a beast, with his legs folded forward, squatting there, examining the corpse of the skinless monster.
It had broken open the stone bricks and wooden blocks that Lumian had piled up.
It was wearing a dark jacket and tighter muddy trousers, black hair messy, greasy down to its neck, and a shotgun behind it.
Shotgun!
Lumian hurriedly looked away and withdrew his head.
"These monsters are really outrageous!
"You actually use a shotgun......"
At this moment, Lumian felt like he was a hunter, taking weapons and partners up the mountain to hunt, only to find that the rabbit on the opposite side was holding a water-cooled machine gun, aiming at the absurdity, disillusionment and loss of himself and others.
Time passed minute by minute, and he patiently waited for the monster with the shotgun on his back to leave.
Finally, he heard a slight movement and gradually moved away.
Lumian cautiously poked his head out again, looking at the half-human, half-beast monster.
"It" marched in the posture of a cat and headed towards the back of the building.
Lumian first dropped a hanging heart, and then his eyes widened again.
He found that the place where the monster was walking completely coincided with the route he had taken when he had gone deep into the ruins before!
"It's tracking me!
"It has a strong tracking ability that exceeds normal!"
Lumian subconsciously made a judgment.
He was extremely glad that he had a whim when he came back and took a detour, otherwise he would definitely run into it and even be ambushed!
As soon as the monster disappeared, Lumian quickly got up and ran towards his house.
The crimson fire from the glass window on the ground floor of the house was like a sunlight that could dispel the darkness.
Lumian ran all the way to the outside of his two-story building, opened the closed door, and rushed in.
After locking the door, he passed through the window and looked at the ruins.
In the distance of the gray mist, on the edge of the ruins, there was a faint figure standing, but it did not approach this way.
Huh, Lumian exhaled, ready to turn off the stove, go upstairs to sleep, and leave the dream.
He glanced at the still burning stove and muttered in his heart:
"It can still burn for a while......
"You can test it to see if it continues to burn until it goes out after I get out of the dream, or freezes at the moment I leave......"
Lumian had previously confirmed through the rain that the wilderness where the ruins were located was in a state of natural development, and it had nothing to do with whether he was dreaming or not, but whether it was the same situation in his house, the so-called safe zone, had yet to be verified.
He thought of it and did it, added a few more pieces of coal to the stove, fiddled with it, and then went up to the second floor with an ax and a steel fork and entered the bedroom.
…………
When Lumian woke up, it was just dawn.
He checked the pajamas that looked like shirts, and unsurprisingly and quite disappointedly found that those gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins did not follow him to reality.
Turning over and getting up, Lumian walked to the desk and reached out to open the curtains.
In the sound of the thorns, a soft and clear light flowed in.
And as the window opened, the fresh and natural air penetrated into Lumian's nose, making him stretch his waist, thinking that sometimes getting up early is quite good.
Of course, this is also thanks to the "patriotic health movement" strongly promoted by Emperor Roselle the Great, even if this has not had a great impact on the countryside, it has finally brought about certain improvements, at least the feces have become a treasure and will not be everywhere, and thank the later rulers for keeping it, but just changing the name.
His eyes wandered around, sometimes looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, sometimes looking at the orange-red clouds on the horizon, and sometimes observing the weeds outside the house.
Suddenly, Lumian's gaze froze.
He saw a larger bird parked on an elm tree not far away.
The bird's beak was pointed, its face was like a cat, its brown feathers were dotted with fine spots, and the whites of its brown eyes were paired with black eyes, making it look very spirited.
This is an owl.
It seems to be looking at Lumian.
(End of this chapter)