"It's all your fault!
"It's all your fault!
"Damn it!
"It's raised by a bitch!"
Guillaume. Bene kept slamming his fists into the air in front of him, as if there was an invisible creature standing there.
His expression was full of hatred, and his inner emotions were unabashedly vented.
Aurore deepened the darkness in his eyes, and guided the "blank paper" to look at the void that the priest of the parish had struck.
There was nothing there, no indescribable creatures, no transparent illusory existence, nothing but air.
"This is a long time of dissatisfaction with someone and I dare not express it in person." Lumian "tsk" next to him, "Who is he blaming?"
Aurore shook her head and replied casually:
"It could be a bishop who suppressed him and prevented him from being promoted to divine rank and gaining extraordinary power, or someone who lured him into converting to a hidden existence, hoping to gain gifts and become stronger......"
She felt that the parish priest, as the deputy deacon of the "Eternal Sun" church and the real power of a village church, was not so easy to establish contact with a hidden being through his own efforts.
Incidents involving extraordinary powers, he will definitely ask the church in the Daliege area for assistance, and the corresponding magical items and witchcraft notes must also be handed over to the court for safekeeping or even sealed, and will not remain in the church in the village of Kordu, and more importantly, it is good if he can master the ancient Fusak language, Hermes, Elven language and other languages that can mobilize supernatural powers are not something that he can access as a deacon as a deacon, and Aurore has already confirmed through the "Secret Eye" that he is not naturally very spiritual, The kind of person who accidentally provokes evil things.
Therefore, without a certain "teaching", what does the priest of this parish use to contact the hidden being?
Of course, Aurore does not rule out Guillaume. Bene accidentally obtained occult items and there was no possibility of handing them in.
Hearing his sister's words, Lumian laughed:
"Don't you allow the priest of this parish to scold that secret being?
"He dares to let Saint Sith be wronged, and it is not impossible for him to seduce himself behind the back of that hidden being."
After ridiculing Guillaume. Bene, Lumian analyzed seriously:
"I was thinking about why the priest of this parish suddenly fell, and after thinking about it, I felt that there were two suspects, uh, the suspect, one was Madame Puaris, who was obviously very powerful, whether it was Louis, who had a child in the castle. Lund, or the woman who was suspected of her surrounded by the undead in the wilderness, all showed that she was not simple, involving abnormal paths and hidden existences, and as one of Madame Puaris's affair partners, it was normal for the priest to be seduced by her.
"That's right......"
Lumian slapped his head suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Aurore didn't know what her brother was thinking of.
Lumian replied with a serious face:
"Do you think the priest of this parish has ever given birth to Madame Puaris?"
"......" Aurore now regrets that she believed in her brother's performance and thought she had made some important discoveries.
She asked angrily:
"Who told you that Louis. Is Lund's child Lady Puaris's?
"What if it's Administrator Beoster's? What if it is a secret existence? No, no, if so, you exploded when you saw that scene and turned into a monster."
"I just think that when the administrator and Mrs. Pualis are together, Mrs. Pualis is obviously more dominant." Before starting the cycle, Lumian felt that the administrator Beost was a bit weak, he couldn't teach housekeepers well, and he couldn't look down on his wife.
Lumian originally thought that the administrator loved his wife very much, but now there is a new speculation:
"You say, could the administrator be another fertility tool for Madame Puaris?"
"Maybe." Aurore lowered her forehead, "The world of occultism really opened my eyes, many bridges that only exist in novels and imagination have been realized in this way, in a distorted way......"
After sighing, she said to herself:
"It seems that there are not one or two children born in the castle, where did those children go?"
Lumian thought for a moment, saying that he couldn't guess.
He also did not dare to propose to sneak into the castle and conduct a detailed search, witnessing Louis. After Lund and the incident in the wilderness, he subconsciously wanted to avoid Madame Puaris's line.
The same was true for Aurore, and both siblings were deeply afraid of Madame Puaris.
At this time, the priest of the main hall, who had vented for a while, walked to the table in the room, poured a small glass of red wine, and gulped down.
He let out a long breath, put down the tall glass, and walked to the bed.
It wasn't until the priest's breathing became soothing and he seemed to be asleep that Lumian laughed:
"Went to bed so early?
"I thought he would find another mistress, well, he doesn't smoke in private."
This is inferred from the fact that no cigarette boxes, pipes and other items were found in the bedroom.
"The wine is also only a shallow taste, and everyone says he is normal." Aurore smiled "hehe".
She asked the "white paper" to observe for a while, and when she saw that there was nothing to gain, she ordered it to return, and she turned her head to Lumian and said:
"You only mentioned one suspect just now, what about the other one?"
"That sneaky owl that only peeks!" Lumian expressed his speculation, "It may have led the priest to find the legacy of the legendary wizard."
"Hmm." Aurore thought it was a good possibility.
Lumian then proposed:
"Next time that owl comes to see me, we will catch it and torture it."
"Are you sure you can beat an owl that you don't know how many years it has lived?" Aurore laughed.
"Isn't there a man?" Lumian put on a top hat for his sister.
Aurore said "heh":
"Together, we won't have much hope of success.
"Uh...... But you can try, if you don't do anything, you won't find anything, it's like wasting a lot of time, well, provided it doesn't affect the arrival of the twelfth night, that's the key of the key."
Lumian nodded heavily.
Seeing that his face was already tired and pale, Aurore stretched out his hand to catch the "white paper" that flew back, and ordered:
"You have practiced psychic vision too many times today, you can go to sleep, recuperate your spirits, and continue tomorrow."
She thought for a moment and added:
"Tomorrow morning, I will teach you the relatively simplest Hermes language among the supernatural languages, and in the afternoon, you will go to Pierre. Berry, let him treat you to a drink, I will take the opportunity to go to his sheepfold and communicate with the three sheep to see if I can get useful information."
She felt that this was the easiest line to investigate at the moment.
"Isn't it too dangerous?" Lumian, who had already gotten up, asked.
Aurore smiled and comforted her brother:
"Don't worry, I'm not going to fight and kill, and I'm not going to find a way to help them restore their human state immediately, so as not to trigger possible alarms, I'm just going to communicate with them in the plateau language, they should know something."
Lumian nodded:
"I went to the old tavern tomorrow afternoon, and I plan to 'get to know each other' with those three foreigners, they can be regarded as reliable helpers."
Of course, the premise is not to reveal the identity of the two siblings as wild extraordinary.
"Okay." Aurore agreed with her brother's choice.
…………
In the faint gray mist, Lumian woke up on the bed in the bedroom of the dream realm.
Unsurprisingly, he found that the gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, and the axes, steel forks and other items next to him were all missing.
The dream ruins also began a new round of cycle.
I have to pick up ...... again. Lumian muttered as he left the bedroom and entered the study.
He picked up the small blue book on the table, flipped through it, and saw that there were many traces of words being cut out.
"Sure enough, it was the letter I sent for help......" Lumian had no emotional ups and downs about this.
Moreover, he suspected that it was "sent" under Aurore's guidance, after all, he had no common sense of the occult at that time, so he would most likely choose to find a reliable messenger or wait for the postman.
Thinking of the postman, Lumian realized that the guy who came once a week was not in the loop.
After receiving the letter of help and confirming that there was something wrong with Kordu Village, the official should find some kind of excuse to prevent ordinary people from entering Kordu.
Lumian casually rummaged around, wanting to see if there was a box that could store letters, but he couldn't remember how many similar things Aurore had in his collection, and quickly gave up trying.
Without affecting his actions, Lumian added some clothes and pants, took the iron-black axe, and left the house again, entered the wilderness full of cracks, and walked towards the ruins surrounding the dark red "mountain peaks".
With his previous experience, he easily solved the two monsters he was familiar with, put on a shotgun on his back, hung a cloth bag containing buckshot, and put various coins.
Lumian sneaked forward cautiously, deliberately not choosing the path he had originally taken, and changed direction to go deeper - he felt that he would most likely not be able to deal with the monster with three faces.
As he passed through the buildings that had collapsed in the faint gray mist, he sniffed as he kept concentrating.
He smelled a very weak smell of blood.
After a moment of thought, Lumian dived along the shadows towards the place where the smell of blood came from.
Before long, he hid in a hidden space on top of a half-collapsed house, looking somewhere ahead through a large gap between a few stones.
On the wasteland without weeds, between several completely collapsed and messy buildings, there was a mass of flesh and blood wriggling there.
This flesh and blood was mixed with some yellow fat, and the whole thing looked like a creature being crushed by a falling boulder.
It actually had vitality, slowly wriggling towards a certain building.
"How to solve this kind of monster? Behead? It has no head......" Lumian fell into deep thought.
At this moment, several dark black, obviously elastic "thick ropes" covered with flesh membranes came out of nowhere, tying the lump of flesh and blood.
(End of this chapter)