Chapter 17 Letters
Ryan shook his head:
"The letter was only two sentences, and the content was very simple, and it looked like a person in deep trouble asking us for help."
"Didn't you say what the predicament was?" Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether it was Aurore's letter to her pen pals or the email her pen pals sent back, it couldn't be just two sentences.
"No." Ryan sighed softly.
Just such a letter of help with nothing, you came? Aren't you afraid that this is just a prank? The people in the court are not as active as you, which is too kind, kind, and mission-oriented, right? Lumian mocked in his heart.
According to his habit, he should have said these words directly, but considering that he still had to get information from the other party, he couldn't anger them, so he interrupted the conversation and forcibly endured it.
However, Lumian also knew that Ryan would not tell him the whole situation, and they must have other considerations or reasons when they came to Koldu Village to find someone for a letter of help that was not clearly written.
"Uh......" Lumian touched his chin and suggested with the mentality that he would give it a try and not lose anything, "Why don't you show me that letter? Maybe I can tell from the handwriting who wrote it."
Valentine, whose hair was pink, showed an expression of "Are you thinking of us fools?"
Leah smiled and said:
"Can you identify the handwriting?"
"Barely count." Lumian looked sincere.
He immediately added in his heart:
I can also identify Aurore's and my own handwriting.
"It's useless." Ryan shook his head again, "Every word in that letter comes from Little Blue Book, and the entire sentence is made from the paper cut out on it."
Very cautious...... Why are similar techniques a bit familiar, have you heard too many stories of Aurore? …… Since it is a request for help, why hide your identity in this way? Afraid of being intercepted and retaliated against? Or, what is wrong with yourself and you don't want to be exposed to the eyes of others? Lumian tried to analyze the mentality of the letter writer.
He deliberately showed a sudden expression and said:
"Most families in the village have small blue books, you are looking for people to chat, do you want to confirm through them whether there is similar damage to the little blue book in their home?
"But that person can buy a new little blue book without others knowing and throw it away when it runs out."
"This is just one direction." Ryan said calmly.
"Is there any other direction?" Lumian didn't see himself as an outsider at all.
Ryan thought for a moment and said:
"Since there is help, there is harm, there must be something happening, and this will definitely leave traces."
"It makes sense." Lumian showed a look of embarrassment for Ryan and the others, as if he had felt it himself.
He solemnly promised:
"My cabbages, I will help you pay attention, I hope to find clues."
"Thank you." Lane responded politely.
And Lia had already adjusted her mentality and explored:
"Since we are friends, I have a question I want to ask you."
"You're welcome." Lumian smiled and signaled.
"Why did the villagers in the tavern laugh when you called us cabbage?" Leah was quite curious about this.
Although this title is embarrassing, it is said to be a commonly used local slang, so it should not make people laugh.
Lumian replied sincerely:
"Cabbage means cute and baby in slang, my cabbage or little cabbage is mainly used in two situations, one is between close friends, and the other is between elders and juniors, my rabbit, my chick, these are similar."
He stressed the word "intimacy".
Immediately afterwards, he added with an innocent face:
"I just wanted us to be close friends."
He looked like I was very pure, and I didn't understand the hidden meaning of this "intimacy".
I think you want to be our elders...... Liya finally understood why those villagers laughed.
Although Lumian's explanation just now may not be true, at least it convinces her logically.
Ryan nodded:
"Is there anything else?"
"No." Lumian also didn't want to be too aggressive, lest the other party think there was something wrong with him, so he investigated himself and Auror.
Sister can't stand the investigation!
After watching Leah and the others go away in the ringing bell, Lumian sat at the door of the old tavern, waiting for the lady of unknown origin to get up.
After a while, his partner Raymond. Clegg came over.
"Lumian, have you thought about which legend to investigate next?" Raymond asked when they met.
In the past two days, he has been more active than Lumian in this matter, after all, he does not have that strange dream, and there is no other way to obtain treasure.
"Not yet." The owl came to the door, and before confirming the situation, Lumian would dare to investigate the truth of the legend.
He casually looked for reasons:
"Lent will be in a few days, so I'll think about it after the festival."
"Hmm." Raymond felt that it made sense, "So, I don't have to be a 'green man' for the time being, wait until after Lent before going, even if someone grazes in the next few days, it won't cause much damage."
"That means you don't have to leave the village for the next few days?" Lumian asked rhetorically.
Seeing Raymond nodding, he said with a smile:
"What a coincidence, I can't leave the village in the past few days."
"Why?" Raymond asked suspiciously.
Lumian lowered his voice and looked serious:
"This morning, I met the owl, the owl in the legend of the wizard, it said that if it weren't for the church in the village and the watchful eye of God, it would have taken my soul away and thrown it into the abyss......"
Raymond was shocked and frightened when he heard this.
His whole body trembled:
"Really?
"I just said I can't provoke this evil creature......"
At this point, he suddenly saw a smile on Lumian's face.
"......" Raymond then remembered the nature of a good friend.
"Are you playing pranks and lying to me again?" He was angry and anxious.
He was angry, he knew what kind of person Lumian was, he had been deceived many times, why was he still fooled.
"Do you believe such an outrageous thing?" Lumian smiled "hehe".
This sentence is lying to you, lest you can't stand the pressure and go directly to church to repent...... He added silently in his heart.
"Huh......" Raymond relaxed.
Lumian instead advised:
"Although the story I made up just now is a story I made, I also want to tell you that there may be certain dangers in tracing the truth of the legend.
After saying that, he muttered two sentences silently:
This is the truth, most of the story just now is indeed made up, and half of it is true...... If it weren't for the need for help with many things later, I wouldn't have reminded you and told you in another way that Aurore's advice had nothing to do with me whether others died or not......
Raymond thought of the fear at that moment just now, and nodded quite understandingly:
"Okay!"
He stopped talking about those legends and asked instead:
"When you choose the spring elf, who will you vote for?"
The spring elf is the protagonist of various Lent celebrations, a symbol of spring, and in the Dariège region, it is usually played by a beautiful girl who has not yet been married by the vote of the whole village.
"Ava." Lumian replied indifferently, "Didn't she always want to be a spring elf?"
"I will choose her too." Raymond breathed a sigh of relief.
Yesterday, Ava hinted to him that he would vote for her, so he felt the need to help her and help her get more votes.
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Outside a house not far from the old tavern.
Ryan, Leah and Valentine were not in a hurry to find someone to "chat".
"Is it really okay to say so much to that guy just now?" Valentine raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.
The air here is filled with a faint smell of domestic poultry droppings.
Liya fiddled with a silver bell above her head: "I don't know if there is a problem, I can only confirm one thing, my divination results tell me that he is one of the useful helpers."
"In the case of not being able to open the situation, it is a very effective investigation method to properly leak some information and let the relevant people act on their own because of fear." Ryan explained his intentions, "Next, let's observe him more to see what he will do or what kind of person he will find."
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After Raymond left, Lumian entered the old tavern and saw the lady who gave him the tarot card appear in his old seat again.
Today she is wearing a white women's shirt with a pair of light-colored trousers with loose legs, and a round straw hat tied with a few small yellow flowers at hand.
She has so many clothes in her suitcase, she changes them every day, not as shabby as Lia and the others...... Lumian leaned over with emotion and sat opposite.
During this process, he casually glanced at the other party's breakfast:
A plump meat pie with a thin sauce inside;
a few pieces of cream pancakes;
seasonal fruits cut into pieces;
It was a light clear drink with a hint of impurities.
None of this can be provided by an old tavern...... Lumian pointed to the drink and asked familiarly:
"What is this? It's not like wine."
"'Venus Holy Oil' special drink." The lady replied casually, "It is made with cinnamon water soaked in sugar and vanilla mixed with poppies, and was invented in a bar in Trier."
The word "Venus" comes from Emperor Roselle the Great, who mentioned in one story that this was a woman comparable to a beautiful god.
"Where did you get it and mix it yourself?" Lumian suspected that the nearest city, Dariez, could not offer anything similar.
The lady smiled:
"As a traveler, it's a professional instinct to get the right thing at the right time."
"I don't understand." Lumian was very honest.
He turned to say:
"I solved that monster before, but this time I encountered two more dangerous ......."
He described the monster with three faces and the monster with a shotgun on its back, and finally said:
"I feel that they all have powers that surpass normal humans, and they are not something I can deal with, is there any way to deal with them?"
The lady took a bite of the cream circle cake, her eyes turned slightly, and she said with a smile:
"I dare not say the three-faced monster, the one with the shotgun on his back, you can solve it independently, as long as you make good use of your specialness."
"My own special ...... What's special about me?" Lumian was both surprised and at a loss.
I don't even know it myself!
The lady smiled and looked at him and said:
"That's your dream, as the owner of the dream, you naturally have special treatment, but you haven't discovered it yet."
ps: Thank you Chu Zhaolan and shalimarrrr for rewarding the Silver League
(End of this chapter)