Chapter 131 In a Dream (Asking for a Double Monthly Pass)
The dark vines hanging from the roof bloomed with blood-colored flowers, completely sealing the third floor of the castle.
Guillaume. Bennet, Pierre. Berry, Sybil. Berry fended off the attacks of the "midwife" and others while rushing towards the tower.
There are several images that flashed in Lumian's mind along with this scene:
Climbing into the tower full of bird's claw toddlers, the invisible Guillaume. Benet in Shepherd Pierre. With Berry's help, he successfully let his right palm touch the shoulder of the "midwife", and the "midwife" exploded, as if a bomb had been placed in his body;
Sybil. Berry was killed by a maid, but was reborn inside the other person and took possession of her body;
Floating in mid-air, Louis. Lund gave birth to a child in the room;
Louis. Lund joined forces with the administrator Beost unaffected and suppressed the "crazy" shepherd Pierre. Berry;
In the wilderness leading to the deep mountains, the parish priest Guillaume. Bene is surrounded by countless undead in linen clothes......
Lumian frowned, showing a painful expression, as if these memories were sharp weapons that pierced his soul, pulling them out would bring more damage, making him instinctively resist further recollection.
Soon, those scenes fell back, and Lumian gasped.
"How is it, what are the gains?" Susie's voice was gentle, as if asking what breakfast was today.
Lumian pondered and replied:
"I remembered the battle between the priests and their men with Madame Puaris, and the scene was messy and broken......
"I, sometimes I feel like I'm watching from the scene, and sometimes I seem to be far away, and I see the corresponding picture through some means......"
This made him extremely confused about his position and role in this matter.
Sometimes he seemed to be one of two groups, deeply involved in the battle, and sometimes seemed to be a pure bystander, having nothing to do with either side.
Susie asked inductively.
"In addition to these, what other questions do you have about the situation presented in that part of the memory just now?"
Lumian said as he recalled:
"I don't seem to see Madame Puaris...... Only the priest of the parish was surrounded by a large number of undead in the wilderness, and the shadow of Madame Pualis was vaguely in it......
"The priests of this parish are just dealing with Louis. Lund, Cassie, Beoster, 'Midwife' and other Lady Pualis men seem to have little energy left, and if Lady Pualis joins, I don't believe they will win the final victory......
"Why did Madame Pualis take the initiative to give up and leave Kordu without stopping the priests of this parish and the others......"
"It's not that I gave up voluntarily, I was forcibly sent away." Susie corrected, "The ritual of sending the 'Spring Elf' away in your dream should reflect the matter of driving away Puaris, the 'Spring Elf' represents a bumper harvest, the end of the withered winter and the germination of vigorous life, which is very close to the abilities and characteristics shown by Puaris' group."
"That's even more wrong......" Lumian's voice gradually became painful, his hands clenched tightly, and he felt that he couldn't remember anymore.
Susie said gently:
"If you don't want to think about it, don't think about it, awakening all memories is not something that can be done in one session, take your time, don't worry."
Shout...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and his body was no longer so tight.
After he calmed down for nearly a minute, Susie said:
"You can sleep and see if you can find more answers in your dreams."
In Lumian's ears, the voice of this "psychiatrist" was first gentle, and then became more and more erratic, as if he had shortened the distance to another world.
His eyelids then became heavier and heavier, and finally drooped.
…………
Lumian opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.
He suddenly turned over and sat up, taking into view the reclining chair, the wooden table by the window, the small bookshelf on the side, and the wardrobe with its own full-length mirror.
This is his bedroom, this is his home in Kordu Village.
Lumian stared blankly for a few seconds, then quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room on foot.
He pushed open the door to Aurore's bedroom with force, and saw that the desk was the same as in his memory, with manuscripts, paper, pens, inkwells and other items on the desk, and the chair with the pillow was empty and unseated.
Lumian's gaze moved from there to the empty bed, and slowly took it back.
He gently closed the door little by little, turned around and walked next door.
There was also no familiar figure in the study.
Lumian ran up and stomped downstairs.
He galloped through the village of Kordu and arrived at the church gate of the "Eternal Sun".
On the way, he didn't meet a single villager, and every house was dead quiet.
Looking up at the onion-shaped vault, Lumian strode into the church.
The altar has been transformed and is filled with tulips, lilacs, and other flowers, and is engraved with black thorn symbols that appear to have liquid flowing on the surface.
There is still no one here.
Lumian searched the priest's room and went to the basement again.
The piles of bones and sheepskins around were exactly the same as in the previous dream, but the altar in the middle was not damaged in any way.
Lumian probed carefully, and there was no burning sensation in his chest.
After he knew that this was a dream, the power representing the "past", "present" and "future" seemed to disappear.
Lumian, who had gained nothing, stood next to the underground altar, thought for a while, and ran up again, going up the stairs, out of the side door, and coming to the nearby cemetery.
Based on the memory of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb into which the owl flew in, leaned down, and pushed open the stone slab that sealed the entrance.
Without any hesitation, Lumian went down the steps layer by layer, passed through the corridor, and saw the black coffin placed in the dark tomb.
There was no owl here, no other Lumian, only the light penetrating from outside the tomb outlined the outline of everything.
Lumian retracted his gaze and walked straight to the black coffin in a daze.
The lid of the coffin had already slipped to the side, allowing the scene inside to appear.
Thinking that Aurore almost lost control of the dead wizard body in the coffin in his dream, Lumian hesitated.
Two or three seconds later, he took a few steps forward expressionlessly, approached the black coffin, and cast his gaze directly into it.
A corpse quickly appeared in his eyes.
The corpse's blonde hair was scattered on both sides, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was slightly pale, and he was wearing a light blue dress.
This is Aurora!
Lying in the coffin of the dead wizard is Auror!
Lumian's pupils dilated instantly, and his face was distorted to a hideous extent.
The picture he saw in front of him was shattered inch by inch.
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Lumian opened his eyes suddenly, looking ahead with a complicated expression.
"What did you see?" Susie's voice was in his ears.
Lumian replied dreamily:
"I saw Aurore lying in the coffin of the dead wizard......
"How is this possible......"
Susie said comfortingly:
"It's more of a symbol.
"Think about it, there is no wizard legend in reality, and in the dream, the story you subconsciously made up sets your and Auror's home as the place where the wizard once lived.
"She is also on the verge of losing control because she wants to see the wizard's body in the coffin clearly."
"So, the dead wizard in the legend of the wizard refers to Auror, what does the owl symbolize, and what does the whole story symbolize?" More and more questions emerged in Lumian's mind, each like a sharp blade, tearing his head apart.
Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hold his head.
"This may require you to recover more memory to analyze, and in some cases, more than one layer of symbols exists in a blended state." Susie said softly, "That's all for today's treatment, your subconscious has shown obvious resistance, and if you continue, it will only bring the opposite effect, which is very detrimental to your mental state. Do you want a second treatment in two weeks, or a month later?"
Lumian barely thought about it:
"In two weeks."
Susie was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Finally, I would like to remind you that you have a strong tendency to self-destruct now."
"Self-destruct...... Lumian repeated the word in a low voice, without any change in expression.
Susie's voice became warm again, soothing Lumian's heart:
"I can understand why you are in this situation and don't want to force it to be eliminated, unless you are willing to let me erase all memories that represent the root of the problem, every treatment is only relief, not eradication.
"I just want to remind you that the Aurore I see in your memory is a lady who loves life and loves life.
"She still has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, she wants to see you go to university, she wants to go to Trier as an ordinary person for a while, she wants to find clues to her hometown, she wants to deal with her parents' problems perfectly, she wants to enjoy all the Trier food, she wants to listen to every concert here and see every art exhibition.
"She is only one step away from complete death, if she is still conscious, I think she will definitely not give up, she is like falling into the abyss now, only one hand is left to grab the person on the edge of the cliff, if even you give up, no one will pull her up again."
Lumian's expression gradually changed, but he couldn't show any definite emotions.
He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh and how to cry.
Susie didn't force him to respond immediately, and sighed softly and said:
"Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress pain and despair in the heart, and human beings need to vent and decompress.
"Okay, that's it for today, at the same time in two weeks, we will do the second treatment here."
Lumian closed her eyes:
"Thank you, Ms. Susie."
Susie didn't respond anymore and seemed to have left.
It took more than ten seconds for Lumian to exhale slowly and open his eyes.
He subconsciously glanced outside the door of Mason's Cafe and saw a big golden retriever dog carrying a brown bag disappearing on the corner of the street in the distance.
There seemed to be a female figure beside the big dog.
Lumian sat for another ten minutes, drank the remaining ambergris lemonade, walked out of Mason's Cafe, and came to the nearest public horse station.
Soon, a double-decker public carriage painted green arrived, waiting for passengers to go up.
Lumian spent 30 coppes to find a window seat, looking out without focus.
"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The latest newspaper, 11 copets!" The old-dressed child approached the window and raised the stack of newspapers in his hand.
Self-destruct...... Alive...... Self-destruct...... Alive...... Lumian's mind was full of words like "psychiatrist", like a walking corpse, and he didn't want to pay attention to the newsboy at all.
Suddenly, he saw that the name of the newspaper on the surface was "Novel Weekly".
Yes, today is Sunday...... Lumian was stunned for a moment, took out two copper coins of 5 coppes and a copper coin of 1 coppe, opened the window, and stuffed them into the children selling newspapers.
After taking the "Novel Weekly", Lumian unfolded it and started reading the bright sunlight shining outside the window.
The carriage moved slowly, and a message appeared in Lumian's eyes:
"Obituary:
"Confirmed by the editorial department of this newspaper, our eternal friend, the famous best-selling author, Aurore T. Li unfortunately died in an accident in April......"
Lumian's gaze froze, and his hands gradually trembled a little.
Suddenly, he buried his head, lifted the newspaper, and covered his face with it.
In the afternoon sun, a wet mark appeared on the surface of the newspaper.
The wet marks became more and more connected.
ps: Ask for a double monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)