Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 16

Ryan shook his head:

"The letter only had two sentences and the content was very simple. It looked like someone in deep trouble was asking us for help."

"Didn't you say what kind of dilemma it was?" Lumian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it's the letters Aurore writes to her pen pals or the emails her pen pals send back, it's impossible to have only two sentences.

"No." Ryan sighed softly.

It’s just a letter asking for help with nothing, and you’re here? Aren't you afraid it was just a prank? None of the people in the tribunal are as active as you. Isn’t this because they are too kind, kind and have a sense of mission? Lumian mocked in his heart.

According to his habit, he should have said these words directly, but considering that he had to obtain information from the other party, he could not anger them, so he interrupted the conversation and forcibly endured it.

However, Lumian also knew that Ryan would not tell him the whole situation. They must have other considerations or reasons for coming to Kordu Village to find someone for a help letter that was not written clearly.

"Uh..." Lumian touched his chin and suggested with the mentality of giving it a try without losing anything, "Why don't you show me the letter? Maybe I can tell from the handwriting. Find out who wrote it."

Valentine, who had powdered hair, showed an expression that said, "Do you think we are fools?"

Liya smiled and said:

"Can you identify handwriting?"

"Barely," Lumian said sincerely.

He then added in his mind:

Being able to identify Aurore's and my own handwriting counts as being able to identify it.

"It's useless." Ryan shook his head again, "Every word in that letter comes from the little blue book, and the entire sentence is made up of scraps of paper cut from it."

Very cautious... Why does a similar technique sound familiar to you? Have you heard too many stories about Aurore? ...Since you are asking for help, why do you have to hide your identity in this way? Are you afraid that your letter of help will be intercepted or retaliated against? Or, do you have some problems yourself and don’t want to be exposed to others? Lumian tried to analyze the writer's mentality.

He deliberately showed an expression of sudden realization and said:

"Most families in the village have Little Blue Books. You are chatting with people because you want to confirm through them whether the Little Blue Books in their homes have suffered similar damage?

"But that person can just buy a new little blue book without others knowing, and then throw it away after using it."

"This is just one of the directions." Ryan said calmly.

"Is there any other direction?" Lumian did not regard himself as an outsider at all.

Ryan thought for a moment and said:

"If there's help, there's harm, there's something going on, and it's definitely going to leave a mark."

"It makes sense." Lumian looked embarrassed for Ryan and others, as if he had felt it himself.

He solemnly promised:

"My cabbages, I will keep an eye out for you, hoping to find clues."

"Thank you." Ryan responded politely.

But Liya adjusted her mentality early and explored:

"Since we are friends, I have a question for you."

"You're welcome." Lumian smiled and gestured.

"Why did the villagers in the tavern laugh when you called us cabbage?" Liya was quite curious about this.

Although this title is embarrassing, it is a commonly used local slang, so it should not make people laugh.

Lumian replied sincerely:

"Cabbage means little cute or baby in slang. My cabbage or small cabbage is mainly used in two situations, one is between close friends, the other is between elders and juniors, my rabbit, my chicken, these Pretty much the same."

He emphasized the word "intimacy."

Then, he added innocently:

"I just wanted us to be close friends."

He looked like I am very pure and I don't understand the hidden meaning of this "intimacy".

I think you want to be our elder... Liya finally understood why those villagers laughed.

Although Lumian's explanation just now may not be true, it is at least logically convincing to her.

Ryan nodded:

"Is there anything else?"

"No more." Lumian didn't want to be too active, lest the other party think there was something wrong and investigate himself and Aurore.

My sister can’t stand the investigation!

After watching Liya and others go away amidst the jingling of bells, Lumian sat at the door of the old tavern, waiting for the mysterious lady with unknown origins to get up.

After a while, his partner Raymond Clegg came over.

"Lumian, have you decided which legend to investigate next?" Raymond asked when they met.

In the past two days, he has been more active than Lumian on this matter. After all, he did not have that strange dream and no other way to obtain the treasure.

"Not yet." The owl came to the door. Before confirming the situation, Lumian dared to investigate the truth of the legend.

He found reasons at will:

"Lent is coming up in a few days. Let's have a good time before thinking about it."

"Yeah." Raymond thought it made sense, "So, I don't have to be a 'youth watcher' for the time being. I'll go after Lent. Even if there are people grazing in these days, it won't cause much damage." ."

"In other words, you don't have to leave the village in the next few days?" Lumian asked.

Seeing Raymond nod, he smiled and said:

"What a coincidence. I haven't been able to leave the village for the past few days."

"Why?" Raymond asked doubtfully.

Lumian lowered his voice and looked serious:

"This morning, I met that owl, the owl in the wizard legend. It said that if there was not a church in the village and God was watching, it would immediately take away my soul and throw it into the abyss... .."

Raymond was shocked and frightened.

His whole body trembled:

"real?

"I just said you can't mess with such evil creatures..."

After muttering here, he suddenly saw a smile on Lumian's face.

"..." Only then did Raymond remember the true nature of a good friend.

"Are you playing a prank and lying to me again?" He was angry and anxious.

I was angry at myself. I knew clearly what kind of person Lumian was and had been deceived many times. Why did I still fall for it?

"Do you believe such an outrageous thing?" Lumian said with a smile.

This sentence is just to lie to you, lest you cannot bear the pressure and go directly to the church to confess... He added silently in his heart.

"Huh..." Raymond relaxed.

Lumian then warned:

"Although I made up the story just now, I also want to tell you that there may be certain dangers in pursuing the truth of the legend. If you can, try not to leave the village without leaving the protection of the church."

After speaking, he muttered two words silently:

This is the truth. The story just now is indeed mostly made up, and the other half is true... If you didn't need help for many things in the future, I wouldn't remind you to change Aurore's instructions. Let me tell you, it’s none of my business whether others die or not...

Raymond thought of the fear at that moment and nodded with understanding:

"OK!"

He stopped talking about those legends and asked instead:

"When it comes time to choose the Spring Spirit, who will you vote for?"

The spring spirit is the protagonist of various Lent celebrations and a symbol of spring. In the Daliege area, a beautiful, unmarried girl is usually chosen by the whole village to play the role.

"Ava," Lumian replied nonchalantly, "Hasn't she always wanted to be a spring elf?"

"I will choose her too." Raymond secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yesterday Ava hinted to him to choose her when he voted, so he felt it was necessary to help her and help her get more votes.

Outside a house not far from the old tavern.

Ryan, Liya and Valentine were not in a hurry to find someone to "chat" with.

"Is it really okay to say so much to that guy just now?" Valentine raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

The air here smells faintly of poultry droppings.

Liya fiddled with a silver bell above her head: "I don't know if there is a problem. I can only confirm one thing. My divination results tell me that he is one of the useful helpers."

"When the situation cannot be solved, it is a very effective investigation method to leak some information appropriately and let the relevant people take action out of fear." Ryan explained his intention, "Next, let's observe him more. See what he will do or who he will find."

After Raymond left, Lumian entered the old tavern and saw the lady who gave him the tarot cards appeared in the same place again.

Today she was wearing a white women's shirt, a pair of light-colored trousers with loose legs, and a round straw hat with a few small yellow flowers on it.

There are so many clothes in her suitcase. She changes them every day. They are not as shabby as Liya and others... Lumian sighed as he moved closer and sat across from her.

During this process, he casually glanced at the other party's breakfast:

A plump meatloaf filled with thin sauce;

A few cannoli cookies;

seasonal fruits cut into chunks;

A light-colored transparent drink with some impurities.

These are not things that old taverns can provide... Lumian pointed to the drink and asked as if he was familiar with it:

"What is this? It doesn't look like wine."

"'Venus Holy Oil' special drink." The lady replied casually, "It is made from cinnamon water soaked in sugar and vanilla and mixed with poppy flowers. It was invented by a bar in Trier."

The word "Venus" comes from Emperor Russell the Great. He mentioned in a story that this is a woman who is comparable to the goddess of beauty.

"Where did you get it? Did you mix it yourself?" Lumian doubted that the nearest city, Liège, could offer anything similar.

The lady smiled:

"As a traveler, it's a professional instinct to get the right things at the right time."

"I don't understand." Lumian was very honest.

He turned and said:

"I dealt with the monster before, but this time I encountered two more dangerous ones..."

He described the monster with three faces and the monster carrying a shotgun respectively, and finally said:

"I feel like they all have powers beyond normal humans, and I can't deal with them. Is there any way to deal with them?"

The lady took a bite of the butter donut, rolled her eyes slightly, and said with a smile:

"I dare not say anything about the monster with three faces. You can definitely deal with the one with the shotgun on your back, as long as you make good use of your special abilities."

"My specialness...what's so special about me?" Lumian was surprised and confused.

I don’t even know it myself!

The lady looked at him with a smile and said:

"That's your dream. As the owner of the dream, you naturally have special treatment, but you haven't discovered it yet."