Chapter 57 Intuition The more Aurore thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong: Facing the powerful shepherd Pierre Berry, how can the parish priest Guillaume Bennet, who currently has no extraordinary abilities, suppress him? If the parish priest was the one who was more favored by the hidden existence, so that the entire small group regarded him as the leader, then he should have accepted the gift long ago and no longer be an ordinary person! And if he delays in accepting the gift, he will certainly be ostracized. In this case, one's original status, power, tactics, and strategies are no match for one's own strength and distance from the gods. Since there was no extra time to think, Aurore could only think of two explanations: First, within that small group, Guillaume Bene is not the real leader. He just uses his special identity to provide an opportunity for conspiracy and conceal the abnormality from the "Eternal Sun" Church in the Darriege area. The real leader is someone else! Second, Guillaume Bennet is not refusing to accept the gift, but is waiting for an opportunity that will allow him to directly obtain more powerful power. Whatever the explanation, it doesn't seem to be a good thing. Aurore looked at the three sheep and asked further: "Who was the man who attacked you together with Pierre Berry?" The three sheep each wrote down their own answer: "Nior Best." "A shepherd named Nior."
"He was called Niort." Nior Best, he also gained powerful power? Aurore knew this person. He was also a shepherd from the village of Cordu and often went on grazing trips with Pierre Berry, but this time he did not seem to have returned early. "Where's Nior? I didn't see him in the village." Aurore asked. The three sheep walked a few steps away from the place full of words, and found new blank soil to write on: "he died." "Killed by me." "We took him out, but we were caught." Died in a counterattack? Aurore nodded thoughtfully: "Are you all Beyonders?" The three sheep did not continue writing in the plateau language with their hooves, but nodded in the affirmative. Aurore said "hmm", and her thoughts raced: Pierre Berry and Nior Best's hunting targets are actually Extraordinary People. What do they want to do? And one died... Either Nior's strength was far inferior to Pierre's, or they had obtained their power through the gift and were not yet proficient in it, so some problems inevitably arose in the extraordinary battle... Aurore looked at the three sheep again and said: "Do you know why Pierre arrested you?" The three sheep each began to write: "I've heard him talk about God and devotion." "Maybe it was used for a blood sacrifice." "I suspect he wants to sacrifice us to the evil god." As expected, Beyonders are extremely spiritual and have special characteristics. They are many times stronger sacrifices than ordinary people and can please the evil god more... Pierre Berry and Nior Best went to other countries to capture Beyonders for sacrifice under the cover of moving sheep? This is indeed less likely to attract the attention of local officials... Aurore nodded slightly.
She asked solemnly: "Did Pierre mention the name of that god? "Or, to whom did you pray during the ritual that turned you into sheep?" The three sheep were stunned at the same time, as if they were lost in memories. Then they all lowered their heads and stretched out their hooves towards the mud in front of them. For some reason, Aurora suddenly felt that the surroundings were much colder and darker, as if the sun in the sky was covered by dark clouds and a cool breeze happened to blow from the mountains. The three sheep began to write. Aurore's spiritual intuition gave her a strong warning, and she shouted immediately: "Wait a moment!" The three sheep raised their heads and looked at her. Bloody tears had already flowed from the corners of their eyes at some point, and the fur on their faces was stained and scary. The next second, the three sheep continued writing. Aurore turned around quickly and ran to the edge of the fence. When she left the sheepfold and looked back, she saw the three sheep basking in the sunlight from the sky. If it weren't for the traces of blood still on their faces, everything would seem normal. Boom, boom...Aurora's heart was still beating wildly. She gasped and rejoiced: "If I hadn't mastered the initial secret technique of sealing my eyes, I would have seen things I shouldn't have seen from time to time. I have been through this for a long time and my intuition is strong. I really couldn't react just now..." She then took out the iron-black powder and threw it into the sheep pen. The words on the mud were immediately wiped out by invisible hands. As for the stains on the sheep's face, Aurore found it difficult to clean them with magic, and she didn't dare to get closer, so she just scrubbed them with water. She was worried that the three sheep were different from before and were potentially dangerous. ………… In the old tavern, Lumian, who was drinking light green absinthe, rested his right elbow on the bar and looked around casually. He didn't see the mysterious lady, nor did he find the three outsiders, Ryan, Leah, and Valentine. As for the former, he didn't know when the other party would appear, so he could only take his chances. As for the latter three, he thought they should be strolling in the village, looking for someone to chat with. "Actually, I do have a chance to get married." Pierre Berry, who had finished a glass of absinthe, picked up a new glass of light green liquid and muttered. "Really?" Lumian sneered. "Who would be interested in a shepherd?" Pierre sighed and said: "Most of the plain pastures we moved to have owners. They either belong to a certain estate owner or a nearby village. If you want to graze, you either have to pay pasture taxes or marry a girl from the village and settle there." "This is a good thing for shepherds." Lumian smiled.
Pierre took a sip of absinthe and glanced at him sideways: "The girl must be interested in you and must not ask for a dowry. "That time, there happened to be a girl who thought I was nice and didn't mind that I was a pauper and a shepherd, and was willing to marry me. Was she stupid?" “Yes.” Lumian nodded “honestly”. Pierre held the light green absinthe in his hand and was silent for a long time before he said: "Then she died. "She worked in a factory on the outskirts of the city and was so exhausted that she fell ill. I went to several churches, asked priests to pray for her, and asked doctors to treat her, but it was all in vain. "After that day, I realized something." “What’s the point?” Lumian took a sip of absinthe. A look of indignation flashed across Pierre's face: "Those people with meat on their bodies and shit underneath can't save us!" "My body isn't made of flesh, so is it okay if I don't have to poop?" Lumian asked back. Pierre chuckled twice: "Those are saints and angels, but will they look at us?" Lumian made a “tsk” sound: "Then why do you go to church to pray to the parish priest? "Not only does he have a lot of meat on his body and shit down there, but he also likes to sleep with women." Pierre turned his head again and glanced at Lumian: "You don't understand. He has some kind of intelligence that can save our souls." "Intellectual?" Lumian didn't quite understand the word. Pierre took another sip of his pale green absinthe and seemed not to hear the question. Lumian didn't dare to ask further, so he changed the topic: "I heard someone say that you went to church at one or two o'clock. Why did you go at three or four?" Pierre smiled gently: "I can chat with people of the same intellectual level in the afternoon." He did not deny having been to church in the afternoon. Lumian heaved a sigh of relief—at least for now, it seemed that no one else could retain their memories and interfere with the course of "history." He suspected that Pierre Berry went to the church in the afternoon to communicate with the parish priest in advance, and the small group communication was not held until three or four in the afternoon. After drinking, seeing that it was time for dinner, Lumian and Pierre Berry said goodbye and returned home. When he reached a secluded path, the parish priest's brother, Pons Bene, suddenly came in from a fork in the road with a few thugs and blocked him. Pons Bene, a muscular man with black hair and blue eyes, looked at Lumian and said with a sinister smile: "Are you very good at playing pranks this afternoon? You must keep us at the church. "If the parish priest hadn't been there, I would have beaten you! "Come and eat your daddy Pons's dick, you bastard." Lumian was stunned for a second by this guy's stupidity, and then he was ecstatic.
His and Aurore's judgment was correct. In the previous cycle, before Naroka's funeral, Pons Bene should not have obtained extraordinary powers and could smell the danger! He actually dared to block a Beyonder now! Lumian didn't hesitate, turned around and ran away. Pons and his goons followed closely behind. But as soon as they rushed out of the path formed by two buildings, they lost track of their target. Pons Bene glanced around and ordered his men: "Look everywhere." He felt that Lumian couldn't possibly run that fast and should be hiding nearby. The thugs immediately scattered and searched for hidden places nearby, leaving Pons Bene alone standing at the entrance of the path. Seeing this, Lumian, who had climbed to the second floor of the house next door, shouted "Hey" and jumped directly towards Pons. boom! Pengs was knocked to the ground by the huge force, his blood was boiling, his vision went black, and he temporarily lost his ability to fight. If Lumian hadn't restrained himself and didn't hit him directly, he might have broken a few bones. Lumian stood up, bent down and grabbed Pons's left and right forearms, and smiled at him: "Come, let's get closer." Before Pons could resist, he pulled him into his arms and pushed him with his knee. With a "pop", Pons' eyes almost popped out and his face was filled with extreme pain. thump! Lumian let go and let the guy fall to the ground and curl up like a shrimp. He then turned and ran into the path before the thugs ran back, disappearing at the end. ………… The kitchen serves as a part-time living room and dining room. Lumian informed his sister of the situation: "Pierre Berry went to the church again this afternoon... I can confirm that Pons Bene does not have any extraordinary abilities at the moment." Aurore nodded slightly and talked about her experiences, especially the unknown and inexplicable danger at the end. Lumian thought for a while and said: "The mysterious lady said that certain beings can cause you to be contaminated simply by knowing their existence." (End of this chapter)