Madame Pualis didn't talk to Aurore for long, and after ten minutes, they walked out of the study.
Lumian accompanied his sister and sent Mrs. Pualis all the way out the door.
He then looked at Auror:
"What did she ask you to help with?"
Aurore curled his mouth and said:
"Let me lead the singer at the praise celebration, but I refused."
Lent in Kordu Village has three parts: one is the "Spring Elf" blessing parade, the second is the waterside ceremony, the third is the praise celebration held in the church, and the last one is mainly in the form of playing musical instruments and chorus.
In the Daliege area, the leader is often the church choir, but the village of Kordu does not have this condition, so it can only find a good singer instead.
As for playing musical instruments, the villagers are not worried about this, in villages with shepherd traditions, music or musical instruments are essential in daily life.
You know, shepherds are in the wild all year round, either living in shacks or digging pits, and in addition to their companions and flocks, they most often deal with the flute they carry with them.
In addition to herding, playing cards, and chatting, playing the flute and soothing one's heart with music is something that almost every shepherd does.
Because of this, the words that describe a shepherd in a difficult and poor situation are "he doesn't even have a flute".
With so many shepherds beside them, other villagers in Kordu Village will inevitably be affected to a certain extent, and when they gather and chat in the square, someone will inevitably play musical instruments, allowing the melodious melody to echo.
"Hmm." Lumian was quite relieved to see his sister's determination.
Those celebrations are just a waste of time to watch, but also easy to attract some unnecessary covetousness.
In order to protect his eyesight, with only kerosene lamps providing lighting, Lumian only read the book for a while before choosing to wash up and go to bed, seriously thinking about how to safely test what is special about himself in the dream.
The woman's advice was extremely accurate several times in a row, making him completely believe her words without realizing it.
In the dead of night, Lumian entered the dream once again and woke up there.
He touched each pocket and habitually counted to confirm that the harvest of 217 Felkin 25 Kopez was still there.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Lumian picked up the axe and steel fork, pedaled downstairs, and went straight to the stove position.
The fire was extinguished.
"When I wasn't dreaming, the clock here was still ...... running" Lumian frowned slightly.
In such a "real" dream, how could there be anything special about you?
——"The clock is still moving" is a proverb in the Dalliege region, which means that time does not stop because of humans, but always flows forward.
Lumian returned to the bedroom, which he thought was the safest, put down his axe and fork, and brushed off his clothes.
Then, he walked to the full-length mirror that came with the closet and examined his body inch by inch to see how it was different from reality.
There was nothing unusual.
"Spiritually special?" Lumian was in no hurry to put on his clothes, walked straight back to the bed, followed his sister's example, and sat down cross-legged.
Previously, in order to make him lucid, Aurore had taught him some superficial meditation methods that did not involve mystical elements, and now he wanted to try it to see if he could detect any special things that might exist mentally and physically in a completely calm scene.
The first step is to regulate your breathing.
Lumian deepened the intensity of his breathing, slowing down the corresponding frequency.
In his slow, long, rhythmic breathing again and again, Lumian emptied his brain little by little.
At the same time, he outlined a red sun in his mind, allowing all his attention and thoughts to focus on it, so as to eliminate the rest of the distracting thoughts.
This is what Aurore deliberately advised, so that when he meditates, he must choose things that actually exist and represent light to outline, so as not to be targeted by some filthy and evil things.
As a pan-believer in the "Eternal Sun", Lumian's first reaction was to visualize the sun.
His mind gradually calmed down, and the entire world in perception seemed to be left with only the crimson sun.
Suddenly, Lumian seemed to hear something.
It seemed to come from infinite heights, and it seemed to sound right in the ears, which was both inaudible and thunderous.
In the indescribable buzzing sound, Lumian's heart beat wildly, and his head seemed to have been inserted into an iron bell, stirring it a few times.
The severe pain erupted instantly, and the blazing sun turned bright red like blood and quickly stained deep black.
The meditative picture was shattered.
Lumian opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, feeling that he was about to die suddenly.
After a full ten or twenty seconds, he eased up from that near-death experience.
He instinctively lowered his head and examined his body.
He saw something strange on his left chest.
Some kind of dark black, thorn-like symbol seemed to come from the heart, growing out of the body, and they were connected one by one, extending like a chain behind the back.
Above these "thorns" are patterns of suspected eyes and worm-like twisted lines, all of which are bluish-black.
At this point, these tattoo-like things are slowly fading.
Lumian was startled at first, and then had many ideas.
He quickly got out of bed and went straight to the full-length mirror, aiming his back at it.
Then, he tried his best to turn his head to the left to check on his back.
He barely saw the chain of black "thorns" burrowing into his vest again.
That is, this "thorn" chain locks his heart along with his corresponding body in the form of a ring.
"Black and blue-black are two different symbols, and these feelings of blue and black are a bit familiar, hmm...... It's very similar to the old man I helped when I was wandering...... That's when I started dreaming about a large fog......" Lumian analyzed the "special" on his body that was different from reality until they completely faded and disappeared.
Seeing this scene, Lumian was quite disappointed.
Although he found something special, he felt that it was meaningless.
Because the process of guiding them to appear made him extremely painful, close to death.
In this state of being on the verge of fainting, what is the difference between facing the monster with a shotgun on its back and giving it food?
And if he waits until he has the power to fight again, the "special" will disappear again.
The climate in the dream was quite cold, like early spring in the mountains, Lumian was always naked and not too comfortable, so he quickly got dressed again.
Just doing such a simple thing, he was extremely tired, and his head hurt a little.
Obviously, the impact of the meditation just now is not something that can be recovered in a short period of time.
In this case, Lumian decided to give up exploring tonight, not try, sleep well, and recuperate seriously.
…………
When he woke up, the sky had not yet lit up.
Looking at the darkness in the room and the slight crimson near the curtains, Lumian recalled what happened in the dream carefully.
"I have meditated many times in reality before, but I have not heard that strange sound or felt any pain......
"Only in that dream does there exist special?" Lumian sat up in confusion, planning to confirm.
He followed the process again and tried to meditate.
The crimson sun quickly appeared in his mind, and the clutter in his mind gradually settled.
It was a familiar meditation experience for Lumian, with no strange sounds, no intense pain, and no near-death experiences.
After a while, he ended his meditation, unbuttoned his buttons, and looked down at the position of his heart.
There is not a single symbol there.
"Sure enough, it is a special dream that does not affect reality......" Lumian didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.
He raised his head and looked at the window covered by the curtain, and his thoughts diverged, thinking about whether and how the "special" in the dream could be used.
At this moment, he saw that there seemed to be more black shadows outside the window, not big black shadows.
Lumian's pupils dilated, and his whole body was highly tense.
His most instinctive reaction was to call his sister, but then he thought that he was at home, and Aurore said she would look over here, she should have noticed it, so she carefully got out of bed and slowly approached the window.
During this process, Lumian was waiting for his sister to stop the action.
Aurore did not appear.
Lumian came to the window, grabbed the curtain, and carefully pulled it open a gap.
Outside the window was a quiet and deep night, and the crimson moon hung far away in the sky.
Not far away, on the elm tree gently swaying its leaves, an owl stood quietly, facing Lumian's window.
It was larger than most of its kind, and its eyes were not dull and stiff at all, and there was an indescribable sense of looking down at Lumian's eyes.
That owl!
It's here again!
Lumian's heart suddenly hung up.
This owl, like last time, after looking at Lumian for more than ten seconds, spread its wings without doing anything and flew into the depths of the night.
"......" Lumian was speechless for a moment.
After a while, he opened the curtains and cursed:
"Your head is sick, isn't it?
"Take a look every time, take a look, and leave without saying a word!
"Are you mute, or do you have a problem with your IQ and haven't learned human language for so many years?"
In fact, Lumian had his own guess about the owl's actions, thinking that it was his sister's presence that made it afraid to do anything, after all, Aurore had said that as long as he did not leave this building at night, he could ensure safety, and if he had just impulsively poked his head out of the window, the owl might not have flown away as quietly as it is now.
After scolding for a while, Lumian decided to close the curtains and make up for a while.
His eyes swept out at random, and suddenly froze there.
At the edge of a grove more than ten meters away, a figure was walking slowly.
She wore a long dark dress made of coarse cloth and her hair was sparse and pale.
"Naroka ......" Lumian recognized the figure.
That was Naroka, whom he had asked about the wizarding legend before.
Naroka's face seemed to be half-merged into darkness, her eyes reflected strange light under the faint crimson moonlight, and her whole body moved extremely stiffly, like a wandering ghost.
ps: Thank you for rewarding the Silver Alliance in the dark night.
(End of this chapter)