Chapter 72: Psychic (asking for monthly ticket) The moment he saw the "midwife", Lumian's heart seemed to stop beating. Is she still alive? I clearly saw her being killed by Ryan, and her spirit was destroyed! Lumian remembered it clearly. The "midwife" was eventually reduced to small pieces of blood and flesh all over the ground, and some parts could not even be found. Is this a ghost? No, there is breathing! Lumian thought of some passages from his sister's novels, and his heart went from stagnant to beating wildly. If the "midwife" hadn't even glanced at him and was busy pruning the branches of the flower tree, he would have probably reacted to the stress. Crack, crack, the messy small branches fell to the ground, waking up the dazed Lumian. He subconsciously took a step forward, toward where the tulips were blooming. The "midwife" did not stop him or even turn around. Lumian couldn't help but secretly glance at her again. She looked focused and serious, and her profile was made dark by the shadows cast by the flowers and trees.
Not daring to stay any longer, Lumian picked a few tulips and left the governor's castle. Even when he returned to the village, his heart was still beating wildly. After calming down, Lumian saw that it was still early and it was not yet time for Aurore to trigger the loop, so he walked towards Raymond Craig's house. This is also a two-story building, but compared to Lumian and Aurore's house, it is obviously older, more dilapidated, and smaller. The exterior wall is a gray stone with a lot of green plants climbing on it. At this time, the door of Craig's house was open, allowing people to see the stove on the left, the table on the right, and the wooden barrels in the back. According to Lumian's memory, those wooden barrels were used for storage. In the space separated by them, there were two simple wooden beds, one belonging to Raymond and the other to his sister. Lumian didn't knock and walked straight into Craig's house as usual. Raymond's older sister and younger sister were helping their mother prepare dinner, while Raymond's father, Pierre Clergue, was sitting in a chair at the wooden table, drinking cheap wine. "I heard that Raymond is missing?" Lumian asked Pierre Clegg first, with a concerned look on his face. Pierre Craig seemed to be several years older than before, and the few wrinkles on his face became more obvious. He raised his head, looked at Lumian, and asked in confusion and surprise: "You do not know?" At this time, Raymond's mother, sister and younger sister all stopped what they were doing and looked sideways at Lumian. Lumian said something that couldn't be more true: "I've been busy with my own things recently and haven't seen Raymond for several days." Pierre Craig had already inquired about it and knew that Lumian was telling the truth, otherwise he would have gone to his house this afternoon to question him, suspecting that it was this bastard who instigated Raymond to run away from home. "Two days ago in the afternoon, they said it was the 29th, Raymond went out and never came back." Pierre Craig said gloomily, "We have been looking for him, and his two brothers are still out looking for him. Where do you think he went?" Lumian thought for a moment and said: "He always said he didn't want to learn shepherding, but he didn't have much money and couldn't leave on his own. I wanted to see if he had left anything behind..." As he spoke, he walked very naturally towards the wooden barrels at the back of the first floor, passed through the gaps between them, and arrived in front of Raymond's bed. The bed was very simple, as if it was made of just a few pieces of wood, but the gray-blue sheets, the pillows stuffed with straw or something, and the quilt with traces of stitching were all very clean, and it was obvious that it was washed regularly. This was because Aurore was very clean and would not allow lice and other things to appear in her home or on her body. Lumian also developed this habit. Therefore, when he was with his playmates, he would consciously urge them to maintain good personal hygiene and would not allow those guys to be dirty all day long and deal with lice and fleas.
If Raymond and others were lazy for a period of time and were discovered to have lice, they would definitely be played a prank on them, or even forced into the river and forced to wash themselves. After several years of oppression, Raymond would habitually help clean up the environment when he returned home. "We didn't find any message." Pierre Craig followed to the area and said with a sad face. Lumian sat down next to Raymond's bed and reached under the pillow. There were two things there, a cracked dark red absorbent pen and a workbook with many words written on it. Raymond had a thirst for knowledge but had little opportunity to receive an education. In the era of Emperor Roselle, villages like Cordu had compulsory township schools, located in the building where the administrator now worked - it also had a conscription office, a physical examination committee for new recruits and other institutions, but there were only a few staff members coming and going. In recent decades, many villages have no schools. In places with larger populations, the church still holds Sunday schools. Villages like Cordu can only rely on the educated elders to take time to guide the children. As time goes by, some young people have become illiterate. When Lumian was in a good mood, he always claimed that he wanted to raise money for drinking, so he sold his old pens and exercise books to Raymond, Ava and others at a low price, and taught them some words by the way. Raymond was very serious every time he studied, just like when he practiced fighting and went up the mountain to help shepherds make cheese for money. He tried so hard to change his destiny. Lumian took out the pen and the exercise book and stared at them for a long time without moving. "I asked the parish priest to look at it, and he said that the words written here are very simple and can't form a sentence." Pierre Clergue sighed. Lumian flipped through the exercise book and saw that the handwriting changed from messy and ugly to acceptable as the pages changed. "There is indeed no message." He first agreed with Pierre Clergue, and then said, "But I'm not sure if this is a code that can be translated into a certain sentence. You must have heard similar stories. Aurore told it to many children in the village. Did they mention it when they went home?" This included Raymond's younger brother and sister. "Yes." Pierre Craig nodded. If the villagers of Cordu Village don't have money to go to the tavern, they often gather in the kitchen at night to chat, laugh and tell stories. People who are invited to visit for the first time need to bring a bottle of wine according to the etiquette that is almost the same in every place in Intis. It can be very cheap. It was at such gatherings that Pierre Clegg heard a similar story from his youngest son. Lumian raised the workbook with a clear conscience: "I'll take it back to Aurore to see if she can find anything." "Okay." Pierre Craig didn't think it was anything precious. After leaving the area surrounded by the barrels, Lumian walked towards the door, and Pierre Craig sat down again. After walking a few steps, Lumian heard Pierre Clegg sighing and mumbling to himself: "If he doesn't want to learn shepherding, he can tell me why he wants to leave... "After a while, my family will be rich and we won't need to learn shepherding..." Getting rich? Lumian's heart moved, he turned around and asked curiously: "Any chance of getting rich?"
Pierre Craig didn't look at him, lowered his head, and said sullenly: "Our family's zodiac sign is about to change, and our luck will improve..." This...Lumian felt a little uneasy after hearing this. "Who told you this?" he demanded. Pierre Craig did not answer him and continued to feel sorry for himself. ………… When he got home, Lumian immediately told his sister that the "midwife" was still alive. Aurore frowned her golden eyebrows: "It may not be a living person." "Huh?" Lumian was stunned. Aurore thought for a moment and said: "Didn't we discuss this before? The path where Madam Pualis is located is likely to have the power to control the undead. It may be a zombie." "But I saw it without using my psychic vision. Also, there were no signs of stitches on her body. She was chopped into many small pieces by Ryan at the time." Lumian recalled, "Also, I heard her breathing!" At this point, Lumian paused: "But, she is indeed a little dull, with a very gloomy expression and not very lively eyes. She looks very, very much like Naroka! The Naroka I saw at night in the last loop, the Naroka who took the initiative to walk into the other side of the world!" Naroka, the one with a pale face and dull eyes. Of course, a "midwife" is obviously closer to a living person. Aurore nodded slightly and said: "Some special state that is closer to the dead?" She couldn't guess the answer, so she gestured to Lumian to talk about something else. Lumian described in detail the state of the castle as if nothing had happened and the words of Raymond's father. Aurore listened quietly, nodded and said: "Mrs. Pualis doesn't seem to want to pursue the matter of the castle. I don't know what she is worried about... "Also, your findings do prove that some of the anomalies in the village are related to her, but she doesn't seem to be involved in the cycle..." What she meant was that the anomalies in Mrs. Puaris's relationships were primarily about birth, death, the soul, and the afterlife, without the cycles of time. "I think so too." Lumian had this experience during his previous exploration. "It seems that the person behind the parish priest is most likely not Madam Puaris." He connected it with Raymond's father's words and guessed: "The person who spreads the word that doing something can influence the horoscope and bring good luck?" Aurore said, “Hmm.” "Do a survey tomorrow and see if you can channel Raymond tonight." ………… After dinner, at night, Auror saw that it was almost time, so she began to set up the altar. This time she was still praying to herself, so she only placed one candle, but replaced it with another one made of deep-sleeping flowers and other materials. After lighting the candles according to the procedure, Aurore sanctified the silver dagger to create a spiritual wall, and then dripped pure dew made from night-blooming vanilla, moonflower, etc. onto the orange flame, stirring up a misty fog.
Seeing that the preliminary preparations were completed, Aurore glanced at the homework book on the altar, took a step back, and said in ancient Hermetic: "I!" As she uttered this word, her eyes became dark and there seemed to be an invisible wind swirling around her. "I call in my name:" This was the second sentence she uttered, switching to Hermetic. ——Because she didn't know where Raymond's spirit was, she couldn't communicate with it directly. She could only try to summon it. As a wild extraordinary person, she didn't dare to pray to the "Goddess of Night" who was in charge of this area. She could only rely on herself. The probability of success would not be too high, unless Raymond's spirit was indeed somewhere in Cordu Village and was very close. Aurore continued: “The spirits that linger in the village of Koldu; "A man named Raymond Craig; "The owner of this exercise book..." The orange candle flame suddenly shook, absorbing the surrounding mist and becoming slightly larger. Its light rippled and took on a faint blue hue. Aurore's forehead was covered with sweat, and she began to borrow power from various materials. Amid the whistling sound of the wind, a figure appeared above the dark blue flames. In the eyes of Lumian, who had already opened his spiritual vision, the figure was translucent, with brown hair and brown eyes, and an ordinary appearance. It was Raymond Craig. He is indeed still in the village. At this time, Raymond's body was swollen, his face was pale, and there were drops of bloody tears in the corners of his eyes. This... Aurora was obviously stunned. After the loop was restarted, Raymond was just missing and not drowned. How come the spirit became like this? That’s right, if he hadn’t been drowned, how could he have become a spirit? Contradictory... Aurore asked in confusion: "Raymond Craig, why did you disappear?" Raymond's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he shouted sharply: "They drowned me!" PS: Please vote for me~ (End of this chapter)