Chapter 22 Countermeasures
Looking at the restored "letter of help", Lumian fell silent for a long time.
Although this does not necessarily mean the content of the letter, after all, as long as you don't care much about grammar, those words can create other sentences, such as "People around us need help as soon as possible, we are getting weirder", etc., but it still made him feel an indescribable heaviness, as if something was weighing on his heart.
In the past, he might have thought that the sender was playing a prank, but now in Kordu Village, there are really more and more abnormal things, and this is only the part he discovered.
"You can't pretend you didn't see anything, and you can't pretend that nothing happened......
"My sister said that a person with a normal mind must know how to avoid danger and not stand under a wall after finding it about to collapse......"
Lumian came back to his senses and quickly made a decision:
I must leave Kordu Village as soon as possible and go with my sister!
As for the anomalies here, there are naturally official people to deal with them, and the villagers here must also be protected by them.
"In addition, we must speed up the exploration of the dream ruins and strive to gain extraordinary power in a short period of time to deal with the accidents that may occur in the process of leaving here...... Lumian's mind became clearer, and his heart was full of urgency.
What he was most afraid of was that before he and his sister had time to leave Kordu Village, the anomaly would break out, in that case, he would at least not be able to drag down his sister, and the corresponding premise was that he needed to become much stronger than he was now.
Thinking of this, Lumian put his little blue book back in place, took the paper with the words and sentences written on it just now, and walked down the stairs quickly.
He deliberately went around to the stove and threw the paper into the fire.
After going out, Lumian went straight to the old tavern.
The door of the tavern was closed, and the owner and bartender Maurice. Bene should have gone to Naroka's funeral.
However, as a part-time hotel, it is impossible to lock all the doors during the day and not give guests a chance to enter and exit.
Lumian circled to the path and pushed open the back door of the tavern.
When he came to the staircase, he glanced at the hall and did not see a single figure.
Kicking and kicking, Lumian went up to the second floor and stopped outside the mysterious woman's room.
Seeing that there was no sign hanging on the doorknob that said "I am resting, please do not disturb", Lumian took a breath and exhaled slowly, then curled his fingers and gently knocked on the wooden door.
Boom, boom, boom......
He knocked three times in a row, but there was no movement coming out of it.
Boom, boom, boom...... Lumian increased the intensity of knocking on the door, but no one responded.
He slapped a few more times, and there was silence in the room.
"Not there?" Lumian frowned, "Did you go to watch Naroka's funeral?"
He didn't waste any more time, went down to the second floor, left the tavern, and went straight to the cemetery next to the church.
On the way, he passed by Naroka's house.
At this time, all the people who said goodbye to the body outside the door had dispersed and went to the cemetery to wait.
Lumian glanced at it from a distance and happened to see the younger brother of the parishioner, Pons. Bene came out of the house.
"This ......" He was surprised for a while, and subconsciously leaned towards the building next to him, shrinking behind the shelter.
When holding a funeral, isn't it not possible to enter the house, so as not to affect the constellation and take away good luck?
Pons. Bene stopped at the door of Naroka's house and spoke to the old lady's young son, named Arnold. Andre's middle-aged man whispered a few words.
Wait until Pons. Benet left, Arnault locked the door and headed towards the cemetery.
"Naroka's death is really a bit strange......" Lumian frowned and said to himself.
He now felt that Naroka's death was not necessarily caused by the owl, but more likely to be related to the secret eccentricity of the priests in the main hall.
The owl may have just followed its mission, came to Koldu Village to take the souls of the dead, and then stopped to observe Lumian for a while along the way.
Of course, Lumian has an even more terrifying guess:
The group of priests in this hall may have some connection with that owl!
Their eccentricity, what they did secretly, the original source may be the legacy of the wizard.
"Before leaving Koldu Village, you can find an opportunity to tell Ryan and Leah these speculations, hoping that they can find out the truth as soon as possible and solve the problem quickly." Lumian retracted his gaze, muttering thoughtfully in his heart as he walked towards the church of the "Eternal Sun".
Throughout the funeral, Lumian seemed silent and serious, but in fact he was constantly observing every villager, hoping to find something unusual in their expressions.
Unfortunately, he gained nothing.
However, he also had a certain delusion because of this:
Some people in the village may be wearing some kind of mask......
And the mysterious lady who gave him the tarot card did not appear in the cemetery.
…………
Near evening, inside a half-ground two-story building.
"What about the paper you wrote?" Aurore glanced at his brother who walked in front of him and said casually, "Show me."
Lumian said with a serious expression:
"I have something to tell you."
Auror's gaze swept across his face:
"A certain wild animal in the village took your paper again?"
"No." Lumian said in a deep voice, "I heard something from those foreigners."
Aurore restrained her smile and nodded to continue.
Lumian started with Ryan and others tracking down a letter of help, talking about the abnormality of the family's little blue book, about his suspicions about Mrs. Puaris, and about the little blue book he borrowed from Raymond's family, and preliminarily restored the content of the help letter.
Finally, he proposed:
"Let's leave the village as soon as possible, reach Liège, no, Bigor, stay for a while."
Aurore didn't answer immediately, and pondered for more than ten seconds before saying:
"This is really the best option at the moment.
"But there is a question, will we suddenly leave Kordu in a hurry while the official is investigating, will it arouse their suspicion and be intercepted by them and focus on investigation?
"If I am not an extraordinary person, it is nothing, but I am a wild extraordinary person who is not officially recognized, and I will be captured and purified by the court."
After all, Lumian was inexperienced, so he had ignored this issue before, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
He said after a while:
"Forcibly break out, and then hide in another city, or another country?"
"Do you think too highly of me?" Aurore laughed dumbly, "According to my observation, those three foreigners should be quite powerful, if there is only one, I may be able to handle it, but there are three of them, and how do you know that there is no ambush force outside the village, just wait for the suspect to be frightened, take the initiative to appear, and run out?"
Lumian was speechless.
He had to admit that he was still too young and immature compared to his sister, and his thinking was not meticulous enough at critical moments.
"You, you're still too reckless." Aurore commented, "But it's normal, how can young people not have a bit of sharpness?"
She paused for a moment and then said:
"Tomorrow morning, you go to the administrator and help me make a telegram to the "Novel Weekly", asking when the writers' salon mentioned before will be held."
Aurore is a columnist for Novel Weekly and is very popular with readers.
——Only the administrator and the priest of the parish in Kordu Village each have a telegram, responsible for making emergency contacts with the outside world.
Seeing Lumian's puzzled expression, Aurore smiled and explained briefly:
"Fiction Weekly has always wanted to ask me to do some activities in Trier, but I have turned them down, including the recent Writers' Salon.
"Since I took the initiative to inquire about this matter, they would definitely invite me over warmly and even reimburse me for the round-trip steam train tickets.
"In this way, our departure is a normal thing, even if we are secretly observed, we will not be treated as suspects.
"At that time, I have a way to hide it from them for a short time, as long as the two of us are really not contaminated by the abnormal event, there is a high probability that we will leave Kordu smoothly."
"Okay." Lumian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
A few seconds later, he asked curiously:
"Auror, uh, sister, is the extraordinary what people are called who possess extraordinary powers?"
"Yes." Aurore didn't say much.
She smiled instead:
"You are actually willing to leave those friends behind and escape directly from Kordu."
"What does it matter to me whether others are dead or alive?" Lumian "huh".
The most important thing at the moment is to ensure my sister's safety!
Aurore laughed "tsk":
"Come on, come on, say what I just said again, I heard it cutely.
"How many times have you said something like this before? But every time I either quietly help or pretend to remind them unintentionally."
"Those are all small things." Lumian defended.
The current abnormality will threaten my sister.
"Okay, okay." Aurore looked like she was not arguing with the children, "It's time to prepare dinner, it's your turn today."
Lumian said "hmm" and walked towards the stove.
…………
The dark night when the red moon is covered by clouds.
Lumian finished washing up and lay down on the bed.
Obvious worry gradually appeared on his face.
Aurore's response was not bad, but Lumian was worried that while waiting for the call back from "Novel Weekly", an anomaly in the village would break out.
For this reason, he was extremely eager to improve his strength, and obtaining extraordinary power in the ruins of the dream realm was the easiest way for him to reach at present.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find the lady all day today, so he couldn't get the corresponding advice, so he could only try it himself first.
For him, the situation had reached this point, as if the arrow had reached the bow, the string had been pulled, and it had to be launched.
Without hesitation, Lumian restrained his mind and slowly fell asleep.
(End of this chapter)