Chapter 103: Wandering (asking for monthly ticket) Tick, tick, tick, the sound of the second hand of the wall clock can be clearly heard in the dark room. After an unknown amount of time, Lumian seemed to have finally escaped from a nightmare. He hurriedly leaned forward, grabbed Aurore's shoulders, and shook her vigorously: "Wake up! Wake up!" He lowered his voice, not daring to let the three official investigators on duty hear him. Aurore had her eyes tightly closed and her mouth slightly open. No matter how Lumian shook her, she did not respond, like a living dead who had lost her soul. Lumian's shaking movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped. He looked at Aurore who was "sleeping soundly" for a long time without moving. He didn't understand why this happened, nor did he know when the problem started. He was as scared and confused as the night he saw his grandfather die.
After that day, he started wandering. Lumian's hands clenched tighter and tighter, his body trembling slightly. Suddenly, he turned around and looked towards the window. The transparent and blurry "lizard" returned to the room. Lumian stepped off the bed, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the monster creature that was stunned because it saw him wake up. The next second, he stuffed the "lizard" into his mouth and growled with a distorted expression: "Don't you like to drill into other people's mouths? "Come on! I'll give you this chance!" He stuffed the "lizard" in his mouth and bit it madly, his eyes bloodshot. The "lizard" seemed to be frightened and did not resist. At this moment, a voice came from behind Lumian: "What are you doing?" That was Aurore's voice. Lumian froze, slowly turned around and looked towards the bed. Aurora had woken up at some point. She sat up with her golden hair disheveled, her light blue eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. Lumian subconsciously lowered his head and found that the "lizard" he had caught had disappeared. For a moment, he didn't know whether what he had just seen or happened was a nightmare or a real event. "What's wrong with you?" Aurore frowned. Lumian forced a smile. "You just had a nightmare and kicked me out of bed." "Really?" Aurore looked at her brother suspiciously, feeling like he was playing a prank on her. She thought about it and said:
"I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was caught by a huge monster and stuffed into its mouth. I was so scared that I struggled desperately and finally woke up." As Lumian listened, his body began to feel cold, as if he had been sunk into a mountain icy lake that had not yet fully melted. "Maybe, probably, I really kicked you..." Aurore felt a little embarrassed. Lumian closed his eyes and smiled: "Just kidding, I woke up because of something else." He then lowered his voice and said: "That mysterious lady appeared in the Dream Ruins, helped me separate the Provocateur Extraordinary Characteristics, and gave me the correct potion formula." "So, you woke up happily and wanted to ask me if I had any corresponding auxiliary materials?" Aurore suddenly realized. Lumian said with a smile on his face: "Yes. "Well, do you have any hydrosols made from honeysuckle, or grapevine powder, or water fern powder?" His smile was much more natural than before, but there seemed to be a slight gleam in his eyes. Aurore thought for a moment and said: "I have both grapevines and water ferns. One is a ritual material, and the other is a spell medium. "I've always had honeysuckle at home. I used it to make tea. Don't you know?" As she spoke, she searched the secret pocket of her living room dress. "That's Honeysuckle?" Lumian looked at his busy sister and smiled deliberately, "Why don't you ask me if this is free help?" Aurore took out a short piece of grape vine and said with a smile: "Grind yourself into powder!" She seemed not to have heard Lumian's question. “Okay.” Lumian pretended he hadn’t asked. He then said to his sister: "The Provocateur potion still requires distilled liquor. I'm going to the cellar to get it now. I'll try to advance to Sequence 8 tonight." "It will take some time to make pure dew from honeysuckle flowers." Aurore frowned slightly and said, "However, the auxiliary material requirements for low-sequence potions are not so strict. You can use the whole honeysuckle flower instead. As long as the Beyonder properties can be dissolved in the end, you can take it." She then glanced at the open door and asked in a low voice: "You went to get distilled liquor in the middle of the night. Aren't you afraid that Ryan and the others would get suspicious?" Seeing his sister's reaction, Lumian tried hard not to smile stiffly: “As a regular at the old pub, it’s normal to wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly want to have a drink. "Although alcohol has many disadvantages, it can at least help me relax to a certain extent."
What he meant was that he used the excuse that “the Lenten celebrations were over, I was under too much mental pressure, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep, and I needed to relax with some strong liquor.” "Sure." Aurore said no problem. Lumian turned and walked towards the door, the smile on his face gradually disappearing. His hands were clenched throughout. Walking out of the door and into the corridor, Lumian saw Ryan, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, standing diagonally opposite him. Leah and Valentine were at the two ends of the corridor respectively. "Not sleeping anymore?" Ryan, holding a kerosene lamp, looked at Lumian. Lumian smiled and said: "Go get a bottle of strong liquor from the cellar. How about having a sip and relaxing yourself?" "I don't need it." Ryan nodded. "You have never experienced anything like this. You are nervous and stressed. It is foreseeable. Alcohol can indeed play a certain role." As he spoke, he walked towards the stairs with a kerosene lamp that flickered with a dim flame: "I'll go down with you. You can't act alone at a time like this." "Okay." Lumian did not object. As the two entered the stairs, Leah took the initiative to move closer to Auror's bedroom and stood guard at the door. One step, two steps...Lumian and Ryan went down to the dark first floor in silence. As the dim firelight illuminated half of the stove, Ryan asked casually: "Something seemed to have happened in the room just now? There was some movement." Lumian opened his mouth and said with great difficulty: "Aurore, Aurore has a problem..." His purpose in suggesting going to the cellar to get wine was not originally for the purpose of getting promoted tonight - there was also a cellar with distilled liquor in the two-story building of the Dream Ruins. His main purpose was to avoid Auror and discuss with Ryan and others what had just happened. But when the words came to his lips, he almost couldn't say them. He felt that those few words were more choking than the strongest liquor. Ryan's expression suddenly became serious: "what happened?" Lumian took a few deep breaths before speaking: "Aurore and, like the parish priest, a 'lizard' that looked like an elf came out of their mouth." After saying this sentence completely, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. After a pause of seven or eight seconds, he recounted the entire story, only describing how he woke up on his own initiative as waking up from a nap and just happened to see it. Ryan had been listening quietly, without urging him. He waited until he finished speaking before saying in a gentle tone: "You handled it very well. Now we can't let her know that something is wrong with her. I'm worried that it will make the situation worse. "You continue to pretend that nothing has happened. When daybreak comes, I will use the excuse that 'Cordu Village has been polluted and we need to purify it every day to prevent it from being affected' and let Valentine try to see if he can get rid of the 'lizard'." “Okay.” Lumian replied weakly. He felt that the "lizard" had been deeply integrated with his sister's soul and was not so easy to expel and purify. Ryan glanced at him and patted his shoulder gently: "I understand how you feel. If my relatives showed similar abnormalities, I wouldn't be able to remain calm either.
“But you have to remember that impatience won’t solve anything. "I know that Valentine's purification may not be effective, but we have to give it a try to make sure. Well, that abnormality is most likely related to the cycle of Cordu Village. As long as we can eventually break the cycle, your sister should be able to recover directly." Yes... This is also equivalent to a kind of pollution. As long as I can recycle all the pollution when ending the cycle, Auror will definitely be fine... Lumian's eyes gradually lit up and he regained his motivation. Ryan was quite satisfied with his reaction and said gently: “I need to remind you that in the next few days, you have to adapt to your sister’s changes. "She will probably become like the parish priest, gradually becoming just instinctive, acting according to her memory and her strongest emotions, and not reacting to anything else." Lumian was silent for a while and then said: "I'll adapt..." His voice got lower and lower until it disappeared. After getting the distilled liquor from the cellar, the two returned to the second floor as if nothing had happened. Entering the bedroom, Lumian smiled again. He shook the bottle in his hand at Aurore and whispered: "Success." Aurore smiled back and pointed at the desk: “The honeysuckle, the grapevines, and the water ferns are all there.” Lumian nodded and placed the bottle in his hand on the desk. Then he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, using the excuse of "falling asleep as soon as possible and getting promoted in his dream." He couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't figure out when his sister was contaminated and the "lizard" entered her body. During this period, the two of them were together every minute. Even when Auror went to the bathroom, Leah was with her, and vice versa. How could something go wrong? If it happened while I was sleeping, why didn't anything happen to me? Lumian tried to recall, hoping to find the source, which would help solve the anomaly. Suddenly, he remembered something. In the previous loop, the parish priest Guillaume Bene asked if the church wanted to kill all the adults here and gain a ruin, and said that even if Aurore really wanted to deal with them, he had other ways. At that time, he was still an ordinary person. Lumian originally thought that he could rely on the shepherd Pierre Berry, but considering the current situation, he had a guess, a crazy guess: Perhaps from the very beginning, most people in the village were parasitized by those strange "lizard"-like creatures, including Auror! As time gets closer to Twelfth Night, the corresponding abnormalities will become more and more obvious, and some people will show that something is wrong earlier. The reason why he himself was spared was because he had that blue-black symbol on his body. Thinking about the second half of the previous cycle, when Aurore only talked but did nothing in dealing with many things, Lumian felt that his guess might be right. He clenched his teeth involuntarily. At this time, Ryan was patrolling the corridor with a kerosene lamp. On the wall to his side, the shadow suddenly lengthened. Almost at the same time, the small silver bells on Leah's veil and boots made sounds. She felt her shoulders become unusually cold. PS: Please vote for me~ (End of this chapter)