Lumian held his breath unconsciously and shrank his body back a little.
Naroka did not come in this direction, slowly and slowly entered the grove, disappearing into the deep night.
"She's not in the right state...... Is something wrong?" Lumian was slightly worried.
Recently, there have been more and more abnormal situations in the village.
He looked outside for a while, the night had quieted, and only the swaying leaves proved the existence of the wind.
"What are you looking at?" Auror's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Lumian was not surprised but happy, turned around, and said to his sister in a two-piece pajamas:
"You also noticed something was wrong?"
"No." Aurore's falling blonde hair was slightly messy and fluffy, and at first glance it looked like she had just gotten up.
Immediately afterwards, she said angrily:
"I didn't see anything wrong, I only knew that there was a guy who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wandered around the window."
"It's still an hour at most, how can it be considered midnight......" Lumian habitually muttered in a low voice, and then asked, "Didn't you come over because that owl flew out the window again? Didn't you see Naroka outside?"
"Naroka?" Aurore rarely showed a blank expression.
Lumian didn't hide it, from the time he woke up to find a dark shadow outside the window, until Naroka walked into the grove in a strange state.
As for the special features brought about by dream meditation, he planned to consult the mysterious woman first and then consider how to tell Aurore, or hide it for a while, so as not to prevent his sister from obtaining extraordinary powers.
Aurore's good-looking golden eyebrows furrowed:
"Naroka may have gone wrong......
"You go to their house after dawn."
"What's the problem?" Lumian asked subconsciously.
"How do I know? I didn't see it, so I can't make an accurate judgment." Aurore replied angrily.
"You really didn't see it?" Lumian thought that his sister was monitoring this side the whole time.
Aurore said "heh":
"You can watch whatever you want? If you see something you shouldn't see, you have to consider which cemetery to choose for me.
"I won't look outside for nothing, so I will monitor your status, and I will wake up only if something is wrong."
My sister is taking such a big risk to take care of me...... Lumian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but blink.
Aurore added earnestly:
"That's why I told you, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, pursuing extraordinary power is a very dangerous thing."
"Hmm." Lumian nodded solemnly.
At the same time, he said silently in his heart:
"It's because of the danger that I can't let you walk alone."
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After breakfast, Lumian took on his sister's instructions and went straight to Naroka's house.
Before he got close, he saw many villagers standing outside the door, including several of his partners, as well as Ava's father, Guillaume. Lizier, Raymond's father, Pierre. Clegg, the younger brother of the parishioner, Pons. Benet et al.
"What happened?" Lumian carefully bypassed Pons. Bene and several villains around him came to Raymond's side.
Raymond replied quite sadly:
"Naroka has passed away."
"Huh?" Although Lumian was ready for something to happen to Naroka, he didn't expect her to be dead.
Raymond murmured again:
"In the morning, before dawn, the priest of our parish came to comfort her at the end of her life.
"We asked her two days ago about the legend of the wizard, she was fine and very energetic, why did she pass away suddenly......"
When it's not yet dawn in the morning? Lumi was shocked.
It was at this point in time that he saw Naroka's figure, and the end-of-life comfort of the priest in the parish was either earlier or later, not too bad.
So, what I saw was actually Naroka's ghost? This happened after the owl flew in to look at me...... Can it really take away human souls? Well, Naroka is one of the living witnesses to the Witcher incident...... If I hadn't listened to my sister and hadn't gone out after dark, maybe the priest's end-of-life comfort would have been me...... Various thoughts kept flashing through Lumian's mind.
Raymond didn't talk to him either, standing outside the two-story house, quietly mourning Naroka.
After Lumian restrained his thoughts, he saw three foreigners, Lia, Lane, and Valentine, walking over.
"What's going on here?" Without waiting for Lumian to say hello, Leah asked first.
They saw many people gathered on the road.
Lumian sighed and said:
"My cabbages, a respectable old lady has passed away."
"Then why are you all standing outside the door?" Leah didn't express her condolences first, because Lumian's words were not so credible.
She was still wearing the same outfit as before.
Lumian immediately made an obvious look up and down, which made Liya feel a little panicked.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.
Lumian smiled:
"You are definitely not from the Japanese."
"We are from Bigor." Ryan replied calmly.
Bigor is the capital of the province of Leston in the Republic of Intis, and d'Ariège is a city on the southern border of the province of Leston, governing a large area including the village of Cordu.
"No wonder you don't know the customs of the Dalliege region." Lumian nodded.
He had previously thought that these three foreigners were official people from Dalliege, but it turned out to be from the provincial capital of Bigol.
The identity seems to be much higher than I expected...... Lumian silently updated his judgment on Leah and the others.
"What kind of customs?" Liya asked with interest, "Can you tell us?"
Lumian originally wanted to have a good relationship with them, so he said with a smile:
"You are my cabbage, how could I not tell you?
"You know, everyone has their own corresponding constellation, and in the Daliège region, we also believe that each family also has its own constellation, which produces corresponding luck, and the death and funeral of the family member, especially the head of the family, will take away this good luck.
"In order not to affect the constellation and preserve luck, we will place the deceased in the center of a family, that is, in the kitchen, before burial, and then cut off part of her hair and nails and hide them forever at home, but not from guests.
"At this time, if people attending the funeral enter the house, it will affect the corresponding constellation and take away some of their luck, so we mourn outside the door when we attend funerals, at most go to the door to look at it, and then go to the cemetery next to the church to wait."
"That's right." Ryan nodded slightly, "This is the same as the cathedral in every area where the sacred bones are stored, 'where there is a part of the Eucharist, there will always be a saint'."
He turned around, faced Naroka's home, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and began to mourn.
Leah and Valentine also expressed their condolences.
When they were finished, Lumian said to them:
"I'm going to the door to look at the body, see you later, my cabbages."
"Okay." Ryan nodded gently.
Lumian lowered his voice and added:
"I will help you find that little blue book."
Without waiting for Liya and the others to respond, he took a step aside and said with a smile:
"Why do you wear the same clothes every day?"
"If you want to stay in a foreign land for a while, you can't care too much about decency." Ryan said simply, and Leah subconsciously touched the silver bell hanging on her veil.
Saying goodbye to Valentine and the others, Lumian walked to the door of Naroka's house.
After waiting in line for a while, it was finally his turn.
He stood by the door and looked out at the kitchen ahead.
Naroka's body had not yet been placed in the coffin, lying quietly on a simple bed made of a few benches.
Her nails had been cut off, and her sparse gray hair was much neater than before.
Her face was pale and pale, and with the presence of wrinkles, even a bold young man like Lumian didn't dare to stare at it for too long.
"Compared to the one I saw before dawn, her face is even bluer......" Lumian whispered, made a slight bow, and left the door.
On the way to the cemetery with Raymond, he suddenly patted his head:
"Oh, I forgot to inform Aurore."
"Then you go." Raymond expressed understanding.
Aurore doesn't like to go out many times, and she really can't know what happened in the village without relying on her brother.
Lumian said with the trend:
"It just so happens that this place is not far from your house, lend me the little blue book for two days, my book has been gnawed by a few pages by rats, and I need to copy it."
"Okay." Raymond agreed.
Anyway, there is still a long time before the burial.
…………
"Naroka has passed away." Lumian hid the little blue book, returned home, and said to Auror.
Aurore couldn't help but sigh:
"Sure enough, something happened.
"I don't know if it was the owl that caused the ......."
"I doubt it too." Lumian echoed her sister.
Aurore said "hmm":
"After dark, you must not leave the house.
"If you are pursuing the legend of the wizard with you, you must also find a way to warn them."
"Okay." Lumian had already used "Naroka was just asked about the wizard legend and died within two days" to intimidate Raymond and told him not to go out after dark during the recent period.
"Naroka is a good person, I will change my clothes to her funeral." Aurore asked as she walked to the staircase, "Are you going to go with me, or do you want to read a book and make a paper before going?"
What else do you do at this time? Sometimes, Lumian doesn't really understand his sister's thoughts.
Considering that he wanted to compare the little blue book, he said to Aurore:
"I'll make a roll and go."
"Very good." Aurore was quite pleased.
After watching his sister go out, Lumian's expression froze.
He went up to the second floor, entered the study, and took out the small blue book borrowed from Raymond's house, compared with the one with some words cut out of his own house.
Time passed slowly, and the corresponding words were found one by one and written on white paper.
Lumian pieced it together carefully for a while, and then adjusted it according to the volume of the two sentences.
Soon, the content of the possible letter of help appeared in front of his eyes:
"We need to get help as soon as possible.
"The people around me are getting weirder and weirder."
(End of this chapter)