Chapter 15 Different Monsters After some searching, Lumian found a lot of gold, silver and copper coins, totaling 197 fergin and 25 copeks. Among them, there are five gold Louis. As for paper money, he found only some suspicious remains. In addition to the money, Lumian also found a small blue book. This book has a gray-blue cover, is 16-page in size, and is widely distributed in villages and towns in Intis. It is based on the calendar and integrates the almanac with the religious teachings of the two major churches. It plays a very positive role in guiding farmers and herdsmen in farming, production and grazing and enriching their spiritual life. Of course, even though it has been nearly two hundred years since Emperor Roselle advocated compulsory education, there are still a large number of farmers, herdsmen, and workers who do not know a few words and are illiterate. They can only rely on the explanations of certain people around them to get the hints they want from the little blue book. Lumian flipped through a few pages at random and found that this little blue book was no different from the one he had at home, except that it looked a little older overall. “With the little blue book and so much Felgold, this family is definitely one of the well-off ones in the countryside. There are no more than five similar families in Cordu Village…” Lumian threw away the little blue book and sorted the gold, silver and copper coins into different pockets - some were hidden deep in the pockets of the cotton coat, some were placed in the trouser pockets, and some were casually stuffed into the pockets of the leather jacket. Although Lumian knew that this money could not be brought into reality, he still couldn't help but collect and save it.
These little things, either gold, silver or copper, always made him unable to take his eyes off them. In his past wandering life, he cherished even a copper coin of one cope or one rick very much, often fighting with others for it and taking risks to do certain things. After taking a quick look around, Lumian picked up his axe and dived towards the collapsed building closer to the reddish-brown mountain. He went deeper and deeper, and was frightened every time he passed the blank area in the middle of the ring, fearing that dozens of monsters would suddenly rush out and surround him in an unprotected area. In the light grey mist, Lumian hunched his back and came behind a half-collapsed stone wall, where he squatted to hide his figure. He carefully stuck his head out and looked forward. It was a narrow strip of land between two rows of destroyed buildings, with no trees, no weeds, only rubble, cracks and dirt. Suddenly, a figure jumped into Lumian's eyes. “He” was standing in the building opposite, staring at something unknown. The figure was wearing a black robe with a hood, and there was nothing strange about his back, just like an ordinary human being. Lumian's heart tightened and he became more alert. In such a dream ruin, the appearance of a normal person is much more terrifying than the appearance of a monster! As if aware that someone was watching him, the figure slowly turned around. Lumian took a quick look and quickly retracted his head, leaning his back against the wall, not daring to move. With just one glance, he had the illusion that he had arrived in hell or the abyss. That figure was indeed a person, but "he" had three faces and six eyes! The face in front has cloudy eyes, sparse eyebrows, and many wrinkles, like an old man; The left side has sharp edges, bright blue eyes, and a thick, dark beard, like a strong man; The skin on the right side was smooth and delicate, like a peeled egg, and his pair of blue eyes showed obvious innocence and ignorance, and he looked no more than five years old. “What kind of monster is this…” Lumian tried hard to control his breathing and stop his heart from beating wildly. Even in Auror's horror stories, such monsters had never appeared. They could only be encountered in the deepest, most absurd nightmares. Although it is not good to judge a person by his appearance, based on the appearance alone, Lumian intuitively felt that the three-faced monster was many times more powerful than the skinless monster before! Moreover, it is very likely to possess extraordinary powers. "Eternal Blazing Sun, great father, please protect me from being discovered by it..." At this moment, the pan-believer Lumian couldn't help but pray to the "Eternal Blazing Sun".
If he hadn't been holding the axe in one hand, and if the environment hadn't been so dangerous, he would have opened his arms and made a gesture of "praising the sun." At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Lumian thought he might be hallucinating: It seemed as if a line of sight penetrated the wall and fell on his back. His back stiffened instantly, and he felt a little hot. In just a second or two, the illusion disappeared and the heavy footsteps went away into the distance. Lumian waited for a while until the footsteps completely disappeared, then he slowly straightened his knees, turned his body, stuck his head out and looked forward. The monster moved further away, and came to the back of the building with intact sides and collapsed middle, with half of its body visible in the light gray mist. “He” still had his back to Lumian, as if he had turned into a statue. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief. Facing this kind of monster, he had no confidence at all. "It's definitely not possible to go straight into the ruins from here... go around? “Are there no similar monsters in other places? "The closer we get to that mountain, the stronger the monsters that appear?" Lumian pulled back, thought for a moment, and decided to call it a night. He planned to ask the woman who gave him the tarot cards after dawn to see if there was any way to deal with the three-faced monster. If that didn't work, he would consider taking a detour. He arched his back, broke away from the wall and headed back to where he came from. At this time, he had an idea: "If I fall asleep in this ruin, will I be able to escape from the dream?" Considering the large number of monsters around, he temporarily suppressed the urge to try. On the way back, he quickly searched every destroyed building he passed by, but found no useful written information, and even only a few coins. After retreating for a while, Lumian thought about it and decided to take a detour and approach the burned-down house that he arrived at first from the side, which was also the place where he buried the skinless monster. He wanted to observe whether the death of the monster would be noticed by its own kind and whether it would lead to some changes. After finding his position and hiding his body, Lumian poked his head out from the side and looked at the target area. The next second, he saw another "figure". The figure, half human, half beast, crouched with its legs folded forward, examining the skinless monster's corpse. It had already broken open the bricks and wood that Lumien had piled up. It was wearing a dark jacket and tighter muddy trousers, its black hair was messy and greasy and hung around its neck, and it had a shotgun slung behind it. Shotgun! Lumian quickly looked away and turned his head back.
“These monsters are outrageous! “They can actually use a shotgun…” At this moment, Lumian felt a sense of absurdity, disillusionment and loss as if he were a hunter, taking weapons and going up the mountain with his companions to hunt, only to find that the rabbit opposite was holding a water-cooled machine gun and aiming at him and others. Time passed minute by minute, and he waited patiently for the monster with the shotgun to leave. Finally, he heard a slight noise that gradually moved away. Lumian cautiously poked his head out again and looked at the half-human, half-beast monster. "It" moved in the posture of a cat, heading to the back of the building. Lumian's heart first dropped, and then he opened his eyes wide. He discovered that the direction the monster took completely coincided with the route he had taken when he went deep into the ruins before! “It’s tracking me! "It has strong tracking capabilities beyond normal!" Lumian made a subconscious judgment. He was extremely glad that he had a sudden idea and took a detour when he came back, otherwise he would have been caught red-handed or even ambushed! As soon as the monster disappeared, Lumian quickly stood up and ran towards his home. The red fire reflected in the glass windows on the ground floor of the house was like sunlight that could dispel the darkness. Lumian ran all the way to the outside of his two-story building, opened the half-open door, and rushed in. After locking the door, he looked at the ruins through the window. In the distance of the gray fog, at the edge of the ruins, there was a vague figure standing, but it did not approach this side. Huh, Lumian exhaled, prepared to put out the fire, go upstairs to sleep, and leave the dream. He glanced at the still burning fire and muttered to himself: “It can still burn for a while... "We can try it out and see if it continues to burn after I leave the dream until it goes out, or if it freezes at the moment I leave..." Lumian had previously confirmed through the rain that the wilderness where the ruins were located was in a state of natural development, and it had nothing to do with whether he was dreaming or not. However, whether the same situation existed in his own house, the so-called safe zone, remained to be verified. He did what he thought, added a few more coals to the fire, stirred it for a while, then picked up the axe and fork and went upstairs to the bedroom. ………… When Lumian woke up, it was just dawn. He checked his shirt-like pajamas and was not surprised and quite disappointed to find that the gold, silver and copper coins did not come with him to reality. He got up from the bed, stretched his body, walked to the desk, and opened the curtains. Amid the crackling sound, a soft and clear light flowed in. As the window opened, the fresh and natural air penetrated into Lumian's nose, making him stretch lazily. He felt that sometimes it was nice to get up early. Of course, this is also thanks to the "Patriotic Health Campaign" vigorously promoted by Emperor Roselle. Even if this did not have a huge impact on the countryside, it did bring about some improvements. At least feces became a treasure and were no longer scattered everywhere. We are also grateful to the later rulers for retaining it and just changing its name.
His eyes wandered around, sometimes looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, sometimes gazing at the orange-red clouds in the sky, and sometimes observing the weeds outside the house. Suddenly, Lumian's gaze froze. He saw a large bird perched on an elm tree not far away. The bird has a pointed beak and a cat-like face. Its brown feathers are dotted with fine spots, and its brown-yellow whites and black pupils make it look very lively. This is an owl. It seemed to be looking at Lumian. (End of this chapter)