A few days ago, under the blood-colored "mountain peak", next to the twisted "city wall".
Lumian knelt on the ground, looking up at the mysterious lady as she got closer and closer.
The other party's words fell clearly in his ears, but gradually blurred.
Lumian's hands were propped up to the ground, and he clenched them unconsciously, as if he was about to crush the soil in his palms into liquid.
When the mysterious lady stopped about a meter away, he struggled to stand up and asked urgently:
"Didn't you say that there is still salvation?
"Didn't you say that by releasing the cycle by yourself, you can save Aurore and the others?"
Lumian's voice became more and more hoarse the more he spoke.
The mysterious lady did not respond, but just looked at him quietly, the pity in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Lumi settled for a moment and asked expectantly:
"Is there really still salvation?
"It is definitely not a pure dream, when I discuss it with Aurore, she can say knowledge that I don't understand or master at all, just like the description of that honorific name can vaguely point to two beings!"
He stared at the lady, observing her every move, fearful and hopeful.
Finally, the mysterious lady nodded:
"There is indeed saving."
Lumian's eyes lit up, waiting for the other party to say the follow-up words.
The lady said in a soft voice:
"Realistically, Aurore is gone, but occultly, she is not completely dead.
"Do you remember that every time you danced the Dance of Invitation, at the end you would hear a faint and faint sound that seemed to come from inside you? Do you remember at the end of the Twelfth Night Ritual, Aurore and the others each had some fragments of light flying into your chest?"
"That's their spirit, their voice?" Lumian interrupted the mysterious lady and couldn't wait to ask rhetorically.
The lady replied peacefully and compassionately:
"It can only be regarded as a fragment of the soul.
"At the end of Twelfth Night, you became a vessel for the hidden being to descend terrifying power, and the soul fragments of the surrounding believers, including the sacrifices, were naturally absorbed, except for Guillaume. Bennet, who presided over the ceremony. Benet was an exception.
"After that, these soul fragments and powerful polluting power were sealed on your left chest by my lord.
"So, as you become more and more 'awake' in your dreams, and you can clearly perceive dates and cycles, Aurore and the other villagers become more and more like real people, and even show a certain level of self-awareness and thinking ability.
"Therefore, if you want to truly wake up from the dream, if you want to restrain the circulating power that spreads throughout this ruin, you can only rely on yourself to think clearly, find the courage to face the pain, face all this, and pursue the ethereal hope.
"If I were to solve it, there was only one option, which was to completely destroy you along with the ruins of Kordu Village, otherwise the pollution in your body would leak out unstoppably, and in that case, Aurore and the others would truly die occultly."
Hearing the mysterious lady mention the ritual of Twelfth Night, Lumian couldn't help but reminisce.
His head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and only a few fragmentary pictures emerged:
Auror, with empty eyes, pushed him away from the altar;
Patches of light flew out of Aurore and the surrounding villagers, falling into the vortex of his chest;
The parish priest Guillaume. Bene showed a stunned expression and turned to flee the altar.
Lumian couldn't remember anything other than these, only remembering the things that happened in the dream, as if some force was preventing him from remembering.
His expression was distorted, his body trembling and he whispered:
"I, I can't remember many things......"
The lady nodded:
"This is normal, this is subconscious self-protection, so as not to have too many sad memories and too impactful pictures to make you collapse on the spot and lose control and become a monster.
"Well, then I'll let you go to Trier to do something, and one of the well-known psychologists I know, no, two, is in Trier, I can help you make an appointment with them to see who is available to give you some treatment, help you recall more things, and try to restore what happened in Kordu Village as much as possible."
Lumian heard countless emotions rolling and rushed to his heart, but thousands of words rushed to his mouth, but they only became one word:
"Thank you......"
He clenched his hands and asked eagerly:
"Then what can I do to bring Aurore, them back to life?"
The lady sighed and said:
"I don't know."
Seeing that Lumian's eyes instantly dimmed, she added:
"But you have to believe that there are real miracles in this world.
"And the great being I mentioned before is synonymous with 'miracle.'"
Feelings of despair and luck grew wildly in Lumi An'an at the same time.
Although he knew that the mysterious lady in front of him was probably just comforting himself and giving himself a little hope, he couldn't help but speak:
"You said that after I unlock the secret of the dream, I will tell me the honorable name of that great being."
The lady's expression became solemn, and her tone became serious:
"I'll tell you now, remember carefully.
"His honorific name is:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a yellow and black king who presides over good luck."
As the words were spit out one by one, Lumian gradually became in a trance, as if he saw a faint gray mist, and saw a looming castle above the gray mist, infinitely high.
There was a gaze looking over there.
At the same time, the entire Kordu Village was trembling, and the faint mist that permeated it quickly receded.
By the time Lumian regained his sovereignty and vision, the sun had already fallen from above, dyeing the blood-colored "peaks" and barren land with a little gold.
Lumian recalled the three-paragraph honorific name and remembered the discussion with Aurore in the dream.
This made him a little sour for a while, and he smiled bitterly:
"I thought there would be descriptions involving the past, present and future."
The mysterious lady wearing an orange dress said "hmm":
"There should be in the future, but if I pray to Him now using descriptions other than the three honorific names just now, I do not guarantee that He will respond.
"You should know that similar situations are very dangerous."
Lumian was silent for a few seconds and asked with that little hope:
"As long as I work hard to help you, I can finally ask that great being to resurrect Aurore?"
"This is a road." The lady said softly, "You can also find other methods on your own, I won't stop you, just remind you that many resurrection methods have serious flaws."
Lumian nodded, indicating that he knew.
He didn't dare to ask and couldn't help but ask:
"Is it possible to be resurrected?"
The mysterious lady glanced at him and sighed,
"It's very small, but I know that you will still pursue it."
Lumian pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the other party that he would do everything he could to find a way to revive Aurore, but he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would reveal the turbulent and sad emotions in his heart.
After a few seconds, he asked hoarsely:
"What do you need me to do in Trier?"
"Go join a secret organization and help me gather some information." The lady said simply, "How to contact them, I will tell you when you get to Trier."
She then added:
"In addition to finding the truth from memory, you can also go to the 'survivors' of this disaster to investigate."
"Survivor?" Lumian's eyes gradually narrowed.
The lady nodded:
"Except for you, there are five of them, who left the village of Cordoo before the twelfth night, Mrs. Puaris, Beoster, and Louis. Lund, Cassie, and the officiant were protected from Guillaume, who fled before being completely destroyed. Bennet."
"Is the priest still alive?" The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up little by little.
The mysterious lady looked into his eyes and said:
"If my divination is not wrong, these people should be hiding somewhere in Trier."
"Very good." Lumian smiled as he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.
The woman then looked at Ryan, Leah, and Valentine, who were sleeping on the edge of a room in the Thorn "Wall", and said to Lumian:
"What are you going to do with them?
"If they leave alive, you will inevitably be wanted and listed as a key target for arrest by the Eighth Bureau, 'Mechanical Heart', and the Court.
"From now on, you can only hide, you will never be able to live under the 'sun', you will be accompanied by darkness, mud and danger."
Lumian glanced at Ryan and the others, and smiled hoarsely:
"Can killing them revive Aurore?"
The lady shook her head:
"No."
Lumian immediately sneered, lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Soon, he raised his head and asked:
"What is the name of the organization I am going to join? How should I contact you when I arrive in Trier?"
The lady sighed slightly:
"I'll tell you then.
"I will give you the summoning method and corresponding medium of my messenger later, and you can contact me through it."
Lumian was silent for a moment and asked another question:
"I have the power to put Kordu Village in a loop?"
"Strictly speaking, you didn't, at least not until you received the gift of 'Man in the Ring'." The lady explained casually, "This is because there is pollution from that hidden existence everywhere, and the power level sealed on your left chest is quite high, so when you have a lot of mood swings and are in a subconscious state, you can mobilize the corresponding special to restart this place."
She paused and said:
"However, you yourself have always been in the loop.
"The contamination sealed in your body will cause you to reset your physical state at 6 a.m. every day, returning to 6 a.m. at the end of Twelfth Night, and only the changes brought about by extraordinary traits and 'Gifts' will be retained."
Is this the real reason why I wake up every time I get injured in the rubble? No wonder I didn't wake up from hunger...... Lumian understood at once.
He looked down at his body and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"It's always that day......"
That nightmarish day.
Before the lady could respond, he raised his head and looked at her and said:
"What should I call you?"
The lady smiled:
"You can call me ......."
Before she finished speaking, cards suddenly flew in mid-air.
Each card has a different pattern on it, and it falls on Lumian.
Lumian instinctively stretched out his right hand, trying to catch part of the card.
At this moment, most of the cards disappeared strangely, leaving only one.
The card fell lightly to Lumian's palm, face up, depicting a person holding his scepter to the sky and pointing to the ground with his left hand.
Tarot, "The Magician"!
Lumian looked up in astonishment, only to find that the mysterious lady was gone.
Should I call her "Magician" lady? Lumian subconsciously turned the tarot card in his hand over and saw rows of very small Intis words written there:
"Spirits that wander in vanity, creatures of the upper realm who are friendly to humans, belong only to the messengers of 'magicians'."
Lumian looked at it for a while and put away the tarot card.
He glanced at Ryan and the others, turned his body, and left the area with a slight stagger.
As he walked, Lumian couldn't help but look back at the blood-colored "mountain peak" and the twisted thorn "city wall" again.
The village of Kordu in his memory had become like this, and he couldn't find the slightest trace of the original, but Lumian still looked and searched hard, trying to overlap the picture in his mind with reality.
He also wanted to take another look at the "giant" at the top of the "mountain", but he knew that it would cause serious harm to him.
Before he knew it, Lumian slowly circled around the blood-colored "mountain peaks" and thorny "walls", his eyes constantly moving on those twisted and chaotic things.
He knew what he was looking for, and he knew he would never find it.
In this way, Lumian came to the place that was previously blocked by a wooden wall.
Most of it has collapsed, allowing people to see the garden directly behind it.
The grass and trees in the garden are green, purple and red, in stark contrast to the blood-colored "mountain peaks", the twisted "city walls", and the ruins on the other side.
In the center was a crib made of brown wood, much like the one Lumian had seen in Madame Puaris' castle.
He subconsciously leaned over and found that there was a small humanoid depression on the slightly old white cotton swaddle in the small bed swaying in the wind, as if a baby had once been lying here, and now it was nowhere to be found.
What does this mean? As soon as Lumian had such a thought, he felt that the sunlight shining from high above was much brighter.
He instinctively looked up, looking at the heights, and saw golden flames completely submerging the top of the "mountain".
The three-headed and six-armed "giant" loomed in the sea of flames, as if it was melting.
Lumian stared blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hands and covered his face.
This "sunshine" is too dazzling.
…………
Located in a semi-ground-to-ceiling two-story building on the edge of the ruins.
Lumian took the 237 Felkin 46 Kope he had collected before, carried a brown suitcase containing clothes and memories, dragged heavy steps to his sister's bedroom, and reached out to push open the door.
He came to say goodbye.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw the desk with the manuscript, and his head throbbed, and a picture appeared:
Aurore's eyes rolled slightly, no longer so empty, she looked at Lumian who was pushed away, and said with difficulty:
"My, note......"
Sister's witchcraft notes? Is there important information on it? Lumian raised his hand and pressed his head, walked to the desk, and opened the drawer below.
The familiar dark notes came into his eyes.
He suddenly remembered that some time before the destruction of Kordu Village, Aurore had taught him a lot of occult knowledge.
…………
Darliege region, steam train station.
The staff in charge of ticket sales looked at Lumian outside and said:
"Where's your ID?"
"I forgot." Lumian, who was wearing a linen shirt, a dark jacket, a round-brimmed black hat, and carrying a brown suitcase, replied coldly.
Then, he turned around and left the window.
A small man wearing a half-high hat and a black formal suit approached from the side, and said to Lumian in a low voice:
"Do you want to take a stagecoach? To Bigor."
"Do you want identification?" Lumian asked.
The little man laughed and said:
"No need, our industry is about to be killed by steam trains, what other identification documents do we need?
"Sit or not? This is the last bit of romance left over from the classical era!"
Lumian nodded slightly and asked:
"How much is it?"
The little man instantly became enthusiastic:
"20 Felkin to Bigor, about a day, there are five stops in between, each stop will rest, change drivers, change livestock, and two of the stops will also provide free food."
Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and followed the small man to a nearby deserted street.
A giant carriage pulled by four horses was parked on the side of the road.
After Lumian went up, he found that the space inside was quite spacious, divided into two rows like a public carriage, with an aisle and a place to enlarge luggage.
He found a seat by the window, put his suitcase away, and took out a book with a crimson cover.
Listening to the sneezing of the horses and the sunlight outside the window, he flipped through the book.
Sitting next to him was a man in his thirties with a beautiful mustache, brown hair and blue eyes, and proper attire.
He glanced at the book in Lumian's hand and asked with interest:
""Eternal Love"? Aurora. Lee's book, the female protagonist is called Kingsley, and the male protagonist is called Charles?"
"Yes." Lumian nodded.
The man with a mustache suddenly became interested in talking:
"This book is Aurora. Li's earliest works, the text is very green, especially the dialogue between the characters, which does not seem to be spoken in reality at all, and is sensational to the point of discomfort."
"Yes." Lumian nodded again.
He lowered his head and turned the book to the last few pages, letting his eyes fall on the corresponding text:
"At the moment of his death, Kingsley grabbed Ciel's outstretched palm, looked at his painful face, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said with difficulty:
"Fool, live well."
(End of Part 1)
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