"It's about the same intensity as 'last time'......"
Lumian looked at the corpse of the skinless monster and whispered to himself.
Before going back in time, he fought back and forth with this monster, relying on his IQ to crush it, so it seemed that it was quite easy to solve, but now it was just an axe matter.
Of course, this is also the reason why he "had" experienced it, knew very well about the sneak attack just now, and made a prediction in advance.
But no matter what, the "before and after" comparison change was enough to make him feel that he had obtained a qualitative improvement after becoming an extraordinary person.
Lumian thought for two seconds, getting the skinless monster's corpse and head into a corner, but did not bury them with stones, wood, dirt, etc., leaving them and the blood all over the ground.
Then, Lumian quickly searched the half-collapsed building, accurately found the remaining 197 Felkin 25 kopes, and sorted them into different pockets.
He also flipped through the little blue book again and found nothing unusual.
After doing all this, he dived into the depths of the ruins, but after only walking twenty or thirty meters, he made a circle and returned to the place just now, following the trajectory of the skinless monster's movements before his death, and deftly climbed onto the half-collapsed roof.
After completing the necessary preparations, he hid himself.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lumian waited patiently, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey.
I don't know how long it took, a figure came from somewhere in the ruins.
It has a half-human, half-beast shape, with its knees driving its calves bent forward, its black hair greasy and greasy, and a shotgun behind it.
The shotgun monster moved forward cautiously, as if it were doing a daily patrol.
Suddenly, it twitched its nose and found a large amount of blood on the ground in the distance.
It changed direction and approached a building that had collapsed due to burning.
Following the bloodstains, the shotgun monster found the corpse and head of the skinless monster.
It squatted down and carefully began to check.
On the half-collapsed roof, Lumian shook his head when he saw this, and said to himself silently:
"You can't smell me at this distance?
"Even if there is a smell of blood, you shouldn't be unaware!"
He muttered as he raised his axe and slashed hard into the stone crevices that had been deepened in advance on the side.
Wow!
The half-collapsed roof shook, and heavy stones smashed down with a bang.
The shotgun monster reacted extremely quickly, immediately twisted its waist, propped its legs, and jumped towards the area that had not yet collapsed.
Lumian smiled.
He slammed down from the uncollapsed roof, like an eagle grabbing prey in mid-air.
In the sound of the wind, Lumian and the shotgun monster met in the air, one condescendingly, raised the ax with one hand, and the other turned with his back to a high place, turning around with difficulty, trying to block.
Lumian clenched his left hand into a fist and struck it down, waiting for the monster to stretch out his arm to block it, but he opened his palm as if he was ready, softening his strength, and grabbing the opponent.
With the pull back of Lumian's left hand, the axe he held in his right hand slashed down.
In the sound of poofing, in the spilled blood, one person and one monster fell to the ground at the same time.
Lumian, who had a "cushion", was unaffected, and raised his hand and slashed another axe.
The shotgun monster's head was reluctant again, and at this time it had to break away from its body and roll twice.
Lumian stood up, looked at the monster, and sneered in a low voice:
"You are weakened!
"There is only a terrifying shell left, and what is stuffed inside is actually a scarecrow, right?"
Having become a "hunter", he is very sure to take down the shotgun monster again, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Lumian patiently waited for the extraordinary characteristics to precipitate.
But he waited for a long time before the crimson light spot appeared.
"No?" Lumian said to himself suspiciously.
He didn't feel surprised.
Because the extraordinary characteristics of the shotgun monster were obtained by him "last time", it turned into magic medicine and entered his body.
Sure enough, since the time reversal did not turn me back into an ordinary person and did not make the extraordinary characteristics in my body disappear, it means that there is one less "hunter" extraordinary characteristic here...... The question now is, why am I still in the same state as I was before I went back in time? Lumian couldn't think of an answer for a while, so he had to search for the few copper coins on the shotgun monster and walk outside the ruins.
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After dawn, Lumian did not pretend to have a headache in front of his sister like he had on March 30 before, provoked extraordinary-related topics, got up early, and prepared food.
Grilled toast, fried egg, sliced bacon, etc. were all served on the table.
"Yo, so diligent?" Aurore, who went downstairs and saw this scene, was quite surprised, "I thought you drank so much yesterday that you wouldn't be able to get out of bed this morning."
Lumian said casually:
"Just a glass of apple sour and a glass of vermouth, where is more?"
"What's there to be proud of? Except for wine, all other alcoholic beverages are unhealthy and will affect our brains." Aurore shook his head and smiled, "No wonder you're getting stupid, my drunkard brother."
Lumian, who had never argued with his sister, muttered in a low voice:
"Why is wine an exception?"
"Because I like to drink." Aurore looked like "if you have the ability, refute it".
Lumian had nothing to say.
After breakfast, he didn't rush out and kneaded the flour.
This made Aurore tsk:
"Did you get into some big trouble? So well-behaved......
"Tell me, my sister won't beat you, at most practice a fighting class."
"No." Lumian took advantage of the situation to start the topic, "I just feel that the atmosphere in the village is getting weirder and weirder, and some people are behaving more and more abnormally, Auror, do you feel this way?"
According to his observation, my sister does have no memories related to the time when she was reversed, but the abnormalities in the village definitely did not appear in the past few days, and there should be certain signs before March 29.
Aurore's expression became a little serious:
"Even you can detect that something is wrong?
"Tell me, who makes you feel this way?"
Aurore really knew that some people had certain problems, but she didn't expect the problems to be so serious...... Lumian said while washing his hands, deliberately:
"Madame Puaris, the priest of the parish, Pons. Bennet, and the shepherd Pierre who returned to the village early. Berry."
"Madame Pualis does have some problems, and from the time she and the administrator came to Kordou, I knew she was not right, but she behaved very restrainedly, and there was nothing that could be called evil except for continuous extramarital affairs." Aurore recalled, "I have seen ...... in her."
Aurore paused, as if he didn't want to involve Lumian into the otherworld.
Continuously having extramarital affairs with people? Before Lumian discovered that Madame Pualis was having an affair with the priest, he thought this was a decent lady, but who knew that the priest was not her first lover.
Of course, this fits Lumian's current stereotype of Madame Puaris.
"As for the parishioner, he has a strong thirst for extraordinary power like you, but he has never received the gift of the 'Eternal Sun' Church." Aurore thought and said, "Pons. A guy like Bene with muscles in his head can't do anything strange...... Shepherd Pierre. The sheep that Berry rushed back this time seemed a little wrong, but I couldn't see anything wrong, and I didn't dare to look deeper......"
It is indeed the sequence of the "Secret Man" path...... Before going back in time, there was still too little communication with my sister in this regard, and I missed Pierre. There may be a problem with Berry's sheep...... Well, at that time, it was also a question of Pierre. Berry didn't have much suspicion, but thought it was a bit strange that he rushed back early to attend Lent...... Lumian was about to speak when a jingling sound sounded at the door.
The doorbell of their house was ringed.
"Who?" Lumian asked as he walked over.
"Aurore has a telegram!" The people outside responded loudly.
"Telegram?" Aurore looked puzzled, "Who took the telegram for me? Nothing important lately......"
Lumian was also puzzled:
On March 30, before going back in time, I didn't receive a telegram at home!
No, on March 30th, I went to the village square early to wait for Raymond, maybe my sister received the telegram but didn't tell me...... Lumian quickly found a possibility and opened the door.
Outside the door was indeed Bertrand, a subordinate of the administrator in charge of the telegram, who said while handing a piece of paper to Lumian:
"1 Felkin."
The brown-haired and brown-eyed Bertrand is not from the village of Cordouben, but follows the administrator from Dalliege, and is a warm and practical and greedy young man.
Lumian took out 1 fergin of silver and threw it to Bertrand, looking down at the telegram.
The content of the telegram was not complicated, and he quickly browsed through the general content:
"The aforementioned Writers' Salon is in June, and if Miss Aurore wishes, you can leave for Trier now, leaving enough time to visit, and we promise that it will be a very wonderful journey."
The signature is, the editorial department of "Novel Weekly".
This...... Lumian's eyes widened suddenly.
Is this a call back from "Novel Weekly"?
"When did I say I was going to the Writers' Salon?" Aurore leaned over and took a few looks, "What is the editorial department of "Novel Weekly" going crazy about? It's annoying to see so many people at once!"
At this time, Bertrand was already far away from the door.
Hearing Aurore's words, combined with the content of the telegram, the stunned Lumian suddenly had a bold guess:
The telegram in my hand was indeed a reply from Novel Weekly, but it replied to the telegram I would send in a few days!
To be more accurate, the telegram I sent before I went back in time received a call back after going back in time, but in my current experience, that telegram has not yet been shot!
(End of this chapter)