Chapter 101 After the Celebration (Monthly Pass Request)
A group of young people surrounded Ava, singing and dancing outside Lumian's house.
Berry's little Guillaume walked to the door and slammed the door.
He is a friend of Lumian, Raymond, and Ava, with slightly curly brown hair, obvious freckles on his face, and blue eyes that are smaller than normal people, as if they are always squinting.
With a squeak, Aurore appeared in front of their eyes.
She pulled up her blonde hair and wore a fairly formal ruffled light-colored stand-up collar dress, her whole body was full of energy, and her face was radiant, and she couldn't see the fatigue of not sleeping well in the morning after most of last night.
Wearing a laurel crown made of branches and flowers, Ava stepped forward and sang:
"I am the elf of spring
"The face is amiable and beautiful
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"Sing it, dance it
"Only in this way can we get a good harvest......"
After listening quietly, Aurore took the leaves and handed Ava a small pottery jar containing animal fat.
"Harvest! Harvest!" The young people cheered.
When the "Spring Elf" parade set off to the next place, Berry's little Guillaume deliberately fell to the end and asked Auror:
"Where's Lumian? I haven't seen him for the past two days, and he won't participate in the Lenten celebration?"
Aurore smiled:
"He's sick."
"Sick?" Little Guillaume was slightly surprised, "Will he get sick too?"
In his impression, Lumian was always full of energy, and at most he fell and scratched while playing pranks, and suffered some minor injuries.
"If he doesn't get sick, I'm afraid." Aurore responded jokingly, "Humans get sick."
Seeing that the parade of the "Spring Elf" was getting farther and farther away, little Guillaume hurriedly waved his hand at Auror:
"Tell Lumian that after Lent I will come to visit him!"
Aurore nodded lightly and watched little Guillaume rush towards the parade that had stopped in front of the next building.
"How is it?" Lumian poked his head out beside his sister.
Aurore thought for a moment and said:
"They are still normal, but I don't know what it will look like when the celebration ends."
Thinking of the bloody scene where Ava's head was cut off at the end of the celebration, and thinking that the young people in the parade were stimulated by some strange atmosphere and what happened at that time, they either went into a state of madness and sent off the "spring elves" to leave, or their bodies and minds completely collapsed and collapsed on the ground, Lumian felt that no one was spared.
He silently glanced at Ava singing in front of the neighbor's house and little Guillaume and others who were surrounding her, and slowly retracted his gaze.
Ryan, Leah, and Valentine also came to the first floor and looked out through the window.
"We need to pay special attention next." Waiting for the "Spring Elf" parade to leave the area, Ryan said in a deep voice.
Aurore nodded and said:
"Okay."
While the celebration was not over, they quickly prepared a quick lunch and filled their stomachs.
Dang, dang, dang, the classical wall clock on the first floor rings to represent the sound of twelve o'clock at noon.
Lumian and the others, who had cleaned up the restaurant, looked at each other, and they all tightened the string in their minds uncontrollably.
If all went well for the Lenten celebrations, it should be over by now.
And the ceremony of sending the "spring elf" away is really going to be completely completed, and Kordu Village doesn't know what it will become.
Because it is a semi-ground-level building, Lumian needs to raise his head slightly to see the situation outside the window:
The sky was blue, white clouds, and the sun was shining, without the dark clouds, fog, and dim light he had imagined.
Leah walked back and forth near the stove for a few steps, and the small silver bells on her veil and boots kept jingling, not intense or soothing.
Seeing Aurore looking at herself, she opened her mouth to interpret:
"We are already in danger, and it is a long-term danger, but it is currently at a level that can be dealt with."
Aurore said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, Ryan sighed softly:
"It would be nice if it was only this way until the twelfth night."
Aurore blinked, embarrassed to tell the "Dawn Knight" of the "Mechanical Heart"not to say something similar, which could easily have the opposite effect.
Although Lumian was in a heavy mood, he still had a smile on his face and replied to Ryan:
"There is a saying in our Darliege region, 'Good fortune and misfortune are all fate, predetermined in advance', no matter how much we worry, we can't change what happens next."
What he didn't say was:
The only thing that can be done is to muster up the courage to face it.
In the intermittent conversation, the five people were wary of possible changes, but no matter the weather or the birds, they were normal enough to frighten them.
After nearly half an hour, they all set their sights on the door at the same time.
There are footsteps approaching.
Not long after, the doorbell of Aurore's house rang, and the sound of the jingle echoed throughout the first floor.
After looking at his sister, Lumian cautiously walked to the door, looked out through the cat's eyes.
It was a man who rang the doorbell, their neighbor, Louis Bedek. Bedek.
"Is there something wrong?" Lumian opened the door and asked, smiling.
Louis. Bedek, black-haired and blue-eyed, in his forties, was injured while harvesting wheat in the fields when he was young, and only three fingers were left on his left hand.
Wearing a gray-blue bolero and dark-colored trousers, he said coweringly:
"I want to borrow your oven, it's Lent, and I have to bake some fresh bread for the children."
As he spoke, he raised the flour bag and kicked the bag containing inferior coal next to him.
Lumian hesitated for a moment and looked back at Aurore.
Aurore nodded and motioned for him to let Louis. Bedek in.
She had already discussed in a low voice with Ryan and the others just now, intending to observe up close what had changed among the villagers who had participated in the Lenten celebration.
"Just toasting bread? I thought you would make some bacon for your children." Lumian stepped out of the way and laughed and teased Louis. Bedek.
Louis. Bedke replied solemnly:
"If there is a good harvest this year, I should make a lot of bacon."
His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he felt that a good harvest was inevitable.
Entering the door, Louis. Bedek and Aurore said hello, walked to the oven, and got busy by themselves.
The more Lumian and the others observed, the more strange it became.
Louis. Bedek didn't even look at Ryan, Leah and Valentine, as if they didn't exist at all!
It's like a person who has turned into a monster trying to pretend to be normal, but as long as they encounter something beyond their original memory, they will show obvious abnormalities or simply ignore them.
Lumian instantly recalled the priest of the dungeon hall, Michelle. Garigu:
He seemed fine at first, but recently all that was left was daily behaviors such as eating and sleeping and the desire to pray, ignoring everything else!
Under the gaze of three foreigners, Louis. Bedek baked bread like a set machine, chatting with Lumian and Aurore from time to time.
This is normal, this is not normal.
Wait until Louis. Bedek left with the baked bread, Aurore looked at Ryan and the others, and smiled bitterly:
"People who have participated in the Lenten celebration should be like this."
"It's like being replaced by monsters little by little." Liya sighed sincerely.
She no longer deliberately maintained the smile on her face.
Lumian has adjusted his mentality and asked a question:
"If you want to save such a person, how should you save him?"
"The only thing I can think of is 'purification'." Valentine replied with a slight sigh, "But if the anomaly has been closely combined with humans themselves, the final result may be purification together."
At this moment, two more villagers passed by the window.
One of them is a regular at the old tavern, Pierre Burnett, who rubbed Lane's vermouth in the last and last cycles. Guillaume.
He was chatting with his companion and laughing so happily that he was discussing the excitement of the Lenten celebrations.
When they passed through the door of Lumian's house, they all looked sideways and looked into the room, their expressions extremely gloomy.
After only looking at it for a second, they retracted their gaze, their faces full of smiles again, and continued the topic they had just mentioned.
If it weren't for Lumian and the others who kept observing the outside when someone was passing by, they would definitely not have noticed the change in expression in that short moment.
The more obvious the laughter from outside, the more depressed they felt.
Silence replaced discussion.
After a while, after the two villagers moved away, Aurore sighed and said:
"This is no longer being replaced by monsters little by little, I suspect that the entire village, except for us, is a monster in human skin."
Is this the complete Lenten celebration? Lumian muttered to himself uncontrollably.
Ryan solemnly reminded:
"It will be more and more difficult day by day, so let's hold on."
From noon to night, they were always on guard against alienated villagers attacking the house, but except for the occasional passerby, looking inside with a gloomy or cold expression, nothing happened.
This put a lot of pressure on Aurore and the others.
Ryan looked around and said gently:
"There are still a few days until the twelfth night, so don't be so nervous.
"After dinner, we will divide into two groups and take turns resting, so we must maintain a good mental state."
With such an experienced and calm powerful extraordinary arrangement, both Aurore and Lumian were obviously calmer.
Twelve o'clock in the evening.
After the night watch, Aurore and Lumian woke up Leah and the others and returned to the bedroom.
Lumian glanced at the door and said in a low voice:
"That mysterious lady has not appeared, should I find a chance to go out tomorrow and go to the old tavern to have a look?"
"In the village now, everyone can be a monster, and once they go out, it will be very dangerous." Aurore was not too approving.
She thought for a moment and said:
"Wait a little longer, if the mysterious lady doesn't show up tomorrow morning, I'll accompany you to the old tavern in the afternoon."
Lumian hesitated, but nodded.
He plans to discuss with his sister tomorrow morning whether to ask Ryan and the others for help, and the five of them will act together.
…………
In the bedroom filled with a faint gray mist, Lumian opened his eyes.
He turned over and sat up, checked his body, and found that the previous serious injury was completely healed.
He was about to sigh when he heard the sound of "jingling bell" and "jingling bell".
"Someone is pulling the doorbell?" Lumian subconsciously flashed such a thought, and habitually had to go down to the first floor to see who was visiting.
As soon as he took a step, his whole body suddenly froze.
This is in the ruins of a dream!
How could someone come to visit?
ps: Ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)