Chapter 16 Rhetoric That owl? The owl from wizarding lore? The thought flashed through Lumian's mind like lightning, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen in an instant. At this moment, he was more frightened than when he saw the monster with three faces. After all, this is reality and the ruins are dreams. Even if you die in a dream, you will die in reality as well. There is still a psychological barrier between them. "what to do? "Will it implicate Aurora? "..." While Lumian was trying to think of a solution, the owl did not make any other moves, but just looked at him quietly, as if examining him in some way. After a few seconds, the owl spread its wings and flew towards the distant mountains and forests. On the way, it glided downwards and disappeared somewhere in the village of Koldu. Lumian didn't come to his senses until he could no longer see the owl.
He sat down on the chair and raised his hand to his forehead. It was all wet with sweat. “Is this really the owl from wizard legend? “Has it really lived for so many years? "Anyway, it's different from other owls. Its eyes aren't dull, and it looks more like a human... "If it was really that owl, why did it fly outside my window? Just because I wanted to investigate the wizard legend? But we have given up... “It looked at me like this for a few seconds and then left… "I don't know if it will come again, and whether it will affect Aurora..." Since nothing had happened for the time being, Lumian wanted to observe for a few more days, but considering that it might implicate Aurore, he felt that he could not hide it from his sister. After leaving the room, he saw that Aurore had not yet gotten up, so he went downstairs and prepared breakfast, all of which were his sister's favorites: Runny eggs, pancakes with icing sugar, plain toast with jam... I have to make noodles later, this time with meat sauce... Lumian saw that the grid for noodles was empty, so he decided to fill it up in the next two days. This is Aurore's favorite staple food. When Aurore came down the stairs in her nightgown, ruffling her blonde hair, food was already laid out on the kitchen table. "Morning." She covered her mouth and yawned. Lumian smiled and said: “It’s getting late. "Don't you always say that a day's plan should start in the early morning?" "Yes, my plan is to sleep." Auror sat down and had breakfast with milk. Lumian sat down across from the six-person table and ate a pancake while casually saying: "I have been investigating the truth of those legends in the village these days." "Why?" Aurore asked.
Lumian was very frank: "You refused to help me acquire extraordinary powers, so I decided to rely on my own efforts. There may be clues hidden in those legends." "It's almost impossible." Aurore commented casually, "Those legends have either been adapted for several generations and have long been unrecognizable, or they were written down by some people when they had hallucinations and are meaningless. Well, it's also possible that someone made up a story specifically as an excuse. Haha, there are also contributions from people like you who like to have fun." “What?” Lumian didn’t understand what Aurore meant by “fun person”. It's not even Intis. "It stands for Prankster." Aurore explained briefly, then frowned. "You're telling me this all of a sudden. Are you in trouble? Are you going home to ask your sister for help?" "It was a bit of an accident, but not enough to cause any trouble," Lumian said confidently. He organized his words: "My first target is that wizard legend." "What wizard legend?" Auror looked confused. "You haven't heard of it?" Lumian was quite surprised. "A long time ago, a man in the village died suddenly. When he was buried, an owl flew over and landed at the head of his bed. It didn't fly away until the body was lifted up. After that, the body became very heavy and it took nine oxen to pull the coffin. The villagers then realized that the man was a wizard." Aurore listened carefully: "I really didn't notice such a legend before." Unscientific...Lumian couldn't believe it. Although Aurore stayed at home most of the time, she would go out for a few days every month to chat with old ladies like Naroka and tell stories to children. She was very familiar with all kinds of rumors in Koldu Village. How could she not have heard of this wizard legend that many people knew? Moreover, this house was built on the wizard's original home! Lumian had previously suspected that the reason Aurore chose to settle in Cordu Village was to obtain the wizard's treasure and successfully gain extraordinary powers through it. "And then?" Aurore asked calmly. Lumian answered truthfully: "We asked the elders in the village and confirmed that this incident really happened, but it has been several decades. The wizard's house has been burned down by the church. The land is the one you bought." "Really?" Aurore was obviously a little surprised. "I said, there must be something wrong with the price they sold my land for being cheaper than normal... I thought I was just being sweet to make the old ladies happy..." She thought for a moment and said: "The wizard's body was burned by the church?" "Yes, the ashes are buried in the cemetery next to the church." Lumian nodded. He continued: "Because all clues were interrupted, we had given up on this matter. Who would have thought that when I woke up this morning, I saw an owl outside the window, which looked very similar to the owl in the legend." "Are you sure?" Aurora looked serious. “Not sure, but it’s definitely different from an ordinary owl.” Lumian answered from an objective perspective. Aurore thought for a while and said slowly: "During this period of time, you must not leave the village, and you must not leave the house after dark until I have investigated the situation." At this point, she smiled unhappily: “I’ve told you before, pursuing extraordinary powers is a very dangerous thing. Look, trouble is coming! "Fortunately, it seems that the other party has no malicious intentions at the moment, and the problem should be able to be solved well." I'm relieved that you're prepared... Lumian lowered his head and said simply: "Sister, I was wrong." He immediately changed the subject:
“Have your pen pals replied?” "How can it be so fast? It's not like generating electricity, uh, email!" Auror chuckled. Isn't mail just letters and packages sent through the post office? Lumian didn't quite understand. He didn't care too much, after all, Aurore often used some strange words. ………… The entrance of the old tavern. Lumian stood there and looked. He knew that the lady who gave him the tarot cards should not have gotten up yet, so this time he was looking for the three strangers, Ryan, Leah and Valentine. As Lumian expected, the three strangers were occupying a table in the tavern and having breakfast. Trout rolls, wine, mayonnaise bread...it tastes pretty good...Lumian observed for a few seconds, then left the old tavern without disturbing Leah and the others. After a while, Ryan and his friends came out and prepared to continue walking in Cordu Village and find someone to "chat" with. Lumian came over, opened his arms, and greeted with a bright smile: "Good morning, my cabbages." He saw the indifferent Valentine's facial muscles twitch, and Ryan and Leah looked a little embarrassed while the other showed a funny expression. Uh, they were wearing the same clothes as a few days ago... Did they not bring many changes of clothes when they were out? Lumian noticed that Leah was still wearing a pleated cashmere tight skirt, a white coat, and Marsil boots, with two silver bells on the veil and boots, and Ryan was still wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with a simple dark round hat on his head. Likewise, Valentine still had powdered hair and made-up on his face. "Good morning, Lumian, what's going on?" Ryan asked calmly. "You are my friends. I will come to visit you even if I have nothing to do." Lumian looked aggrieved. He asked instead: "I see you guys have been chatting with people in the village these days, do you want to ask something? "You can come to me, my cabbages. I am your friend. You can ask me any questions you have!" "We can't believe your answer." Valentine couldn't help but speak. Ryan glanced sideways at him and signaled him to calm down. Lumian smiled: "So you can completely trust other people's answers?" Leah was a little speechless for a moment, Ryan thought for a while and said: "In fact, we can't trust it completely. We will make a comprehensive judgment based on the answers of different people and our own observations." “Right.” Lumian spread his hands. “Then it wouldn’t be a bad idea to hear my answer. At least it can be used as a reference.” Ryan was silent for a moment, then glanced around instinctively. In the early morning of Cordu Village, many people were heading to the farmland, but almost no one was approaching the old tavern. "It's like this." Ryan said carefully, "We came here to find someone."
“The Curé?” Lumian asked with a smile. Ryan shook his head: "no. "We visited the curé to find that man." “Who?” Lumian showed an interested expression. “I know everyone in the village. I think I can help.” Ryan was not happy about this: “In fact, we don’t know who that person is, how old he is, or what he looks like. "Some time ago, we received a letter from Koldu village. It was unsigned and we now want to find the person who wrote it." An informer? This thought flashed through Lumian's mind. He pretended to be doubtful and said: "After you came to the village because of the letter, didn't that person look for you?" "No." Leah answered for Ryan. “Maybe he still lacks a sense of security and doesn’t trust you guys?” Lumian was very involved and enthusiastic in helping to guess, “Can’t you judge based on the content of the letter?” What he wanted to know more was what the letter said. If the target was the parish priest and his gang, he would be happy to see it succeed, but if it involved Aurore, he would have to urge his sister to move out. After all, Aurore often communicated with her "pen pals", and if any of her "pen pals" was arrested, she would most likely be implicated, and the clues were those letters. (End of this chapter)