Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 18

Mrs. Pualis... Lumian was startled and had the illusion that someone had come to her home to silence her.

Thinking that his sister was upstairs and had extraordinary abilities, he calmed down a lot.

Exhaling slowly, Lumian walked over and opened the door.

There were two women standing outside the door. The one in front was wearing a pure black and exquisite long skirt with a waist, a shawl of the same color on her shoulders, long gauze gloves on her hands, and a hat on her head that was slightly tilted. Playful women's beanie.

She was all dressed in black, except for a diamond necklace inlaid with gold hanging on her chest.

This lady's eyebrows are slightly sparse, her bright brown eyes are smiling, and her long brown hair is pulled into a high bun. Her facial features are not outstanding when viewed separately, but together they have a clean and charming beauty. , coupled with her elegant temperament and graceful stance, the crimson night at Lumian's door seemed to be a lot fresher because of her, and there was a faint fragrance.

This was Mrs. Pualis, the wife of Beost, the administrator of the village of Cordu and the judge of the territory.

Of course, in Lumian's mind, there are also modifiers such as "the curate's mistress", "suspected wizard", "suspected person in the request for help", and "the white body in the church", but these are not suitable to be said. Otherwise, Mrs. Pualis would definitely change her expression on the spot.

At that time, if you succeed in making people angry, disaster may follow.

"Mrs. Pualis, what's the matter?" Lumian deliberately glanced at the sky outside, hinting that it seemed not good for the other party to visit at this time.

Mrs. Pualis's red lips were slightly aqua, and she softly outlined:

"I came to discuss something with your sister Aurore."

Judging from her appearance alone, she didn't look like a woman over thirty with two children. She was only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old at most.

Lumian thought for a moment and got out of the way.

He said to Mrs. Pualis who walked in the door:

"Aurore is upstairs, writing a column for a newspaper."

Pualis nodded and said to the maid beside him:

"Cassie, wait for me downstairs."

"Yes, ma'am." Cassie, wearing a black and white maid costume, took a few steps towards the warm stove.

Lumian led Mrs. Poialis through the kitchen and into the stairs.

Just as she reached the corner, Mrs. Pualis stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lumian turned around, pretending to be confused.

Mrs. Pualis smiled and asked:

"Did you bring those three strangers to the church on purpose?"

Come to question me... Lumian not only did not panic, but also calmed down a lot.

His previous experience of making pranks and making people angry told him that at this time, you must not answer the other party's questions directly, nor can you defend yourself. The best choice is to accuse the other party of making a mistake!

Of course, this still depends on the situation. Turning around and running away is an alternative.

Lumian quickly showed an angry expression, looked at Mrs. Pualis and said:

"You are actually having an affair in God's church!"

He then opened his arms and made a gesture of "hugging the sun":

"My God and my Father, forgive this blasphemy against sinful men and women."

Mrs. Pualis finished reading quietly, her lips curved in an unusually beautiful way:

"I think God will forgive us.

"I had read a book before, and it was written like this: A woman sleeping with her true lover can wash away all sins, because love makes pleasure pure, as if it comes from the purest heart.

"Being with Guillaume Benet makes me happy and happy, so the Eternal Sun shouldn't be angry about it. It's not a sin."

What kind of books are you reading, madam... Lumian couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Mrs. Poialis went on:

"However, this is indeed disrespectful to Saint Sith."

Each region of Intis has one or several patron angels or saints. They may come from the classics of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, or they may have made special contributions in the history of Intis. , the kind whose reputation is widely spread and recognized by the two major churches.

In the Liège area, the patron saint of the "Eternal Sun" church is St. Sith. In other words, every "Eternal Sun" church here can actually be called the Church of St. Sith. However, in order to distinguish it, , only the largest and most central one is called so, and the others have been replaced by other names.

Therefore, the affair between Mrs. Pualis and the parish priest in the church is equivalent to the housekeeper of Saint Sith bringing someone back secretly, occupying the master's bedroom, and doing immoral things. It is a great disrespect to this patron saint. .

"Yes." Lumian nodded heavily, "Isn't this priest ashamed?"

Mrs. Poialis burst into laughter.

After finishing laughing, she said to Lumian:

"I tried to persuade him at the time, and I said, 'Oh no, how could we do this in St. Sith's church?'

"What do you think the priest said?

"He said: 'Oh, Saint Sith has to suffer a little.'"

Lumian, who had no experience in similar fields, didn't know how to answer these words.

"He is blaspheming the saint!" Finally, he choked out this sentence.

Mrs. Pualis showed a recalling expression:

"He is such a person, bold and direct, like a robber, swearing and knocking open the door of your soul. He is completely different from those gentlemen in Daliège.

"Maybe that's why I slept with him."

"That's just a normal behavior of some men when they are in heat. Let alone Saint Sith, even if the god is there, he will ask him to wait for a while." Although Lumian has no experience, he has read the novel written by Aurore. , and there are more than one, "This is the lower body controlling the head. No, at that time, his head was already empty and filled with other liquids."

Mrs. Pualis smiled slightly:

"I know that's the reason, but in that situation, he does look very charming.

"Haha, you are indeed an inexperienced boy. You don't know that the same words will make people feel differently in different environments and atmospheres.

"I remember the first time I had sex with the priest, he stood there, looked into my eyes, and said directly to me, 'Poualis, I want to know more about your body and mind.' If it were anything else, At that time, I would just think that this was a pervert who was rude and obscene and spoke vulgar language, and I had to call someone in to stop him. But at that time, my body became soft, because the atmosphere was just right."

As she spoke, Mrs. Pualis’s smile became charming:

"It's like, if I like a guy, I say to him, 'Come to my house tonight, okay?'

"If he did come, I would take him directly into the bedroom and tell him: 'I want to sleep with you, I love you.'

"Lumian, as a man, how would you answer at this time?"

Lumian would usually tell dirty jokes to the men in the village. Although he felt a little uncomfortable at this time, he could still hold on. He tried hard to recall the stories written by his sister and the novels written by other contemporary writers, and thought about it before saying:

"I would say, 'Ma'am, you are my sun.'"

"Very talented..." Mrs. Pualis praised.

As she spoke, she leaned forward and her eyes became watery.

Lumian's ears suddenly felt a warm breath, and a soft and slightly magnetic voice whispered:

"I want to sleep with you..."

At this moment, Lumian couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, and his body felt numb, as if he had touched a broken radio light.

He suddenly took a step up the steps and said to Mrs. Pualis:

"Aurore should be waiting for you."

"Yes." Mrs. Pualis stood up straight again, with a slight smile on her face and her eyes narrowed like water.

It seemed like nothing happened at all just now.

This woman... Lumian was suddenly a little scared.

He hurriedly turned around and reached the second floor in a few steps. Mrs. Pualis followed closely, maintaining her normal gait.

Aurore, who heard the doorbell, was already waiting outside the bedroom.

"So slow?" She looked at Lumian.

Lumian explained cryptically:

"Talk about church."

Aurore understood immediately and gave her brother a look that said, "I pray to the 'Eternal Sun' for good luck."

She turned to Mrs. Pualis, who had just arrived on the second floor, and asked with a smile:

"What's matter?"

"Let's talk about some preparations for Lent. You may need your help for a certain celebration." Mrs. Pualis said with a smile.

"I'm very busy at this time..." Aurore found an excuse to refuse.

Mrs. Pualis pointed to the study door and said:

"How about you listen first?"

"Okay." Aurore still has some courtesy.

Watching his sister and Mrs. Pualis enter the study and close the wooden door, Lumian nodded invisibly:

"Behaving fairly normal and not feeling guilty about returning to the 'crime scene'..."

At this time, an idea flashed through his mind:

"There is a high probability that Mrs. Pualis is a female wizard. Can I get extraordinary power from her?"

"This is much more convenient and safer than pursuing the truth about the wizard, facing the owl, and exploring the dangerous dream ruins...

"Furthermore, the dream ruins must be explored in order to unlock the secrets and eliminate hidden dangers as soon as possible. It is less risky to go there after you have extraordinary power."

Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly became alert and shook his head.

He immediately began to examine himself in his mind:

"How can you think so?

"It's unclear whether Mrs. Pualis is a friend or an enemy, so how can one rashly seek extraordinary power through her?

"Well, she didn't act like a good person just now. She even made me feel dangerous...

"What happened to me during this time? I was too eager and reckless in pursuing extraordinary power, as if I would die if I didn't get it quickly..."

It has been nearly two years since Lumian discovered that his sister was a wizard. Although he had tried to obtain extraordinary powers before, he had never made so many efforts as he had done in the past few days. No matter whether the opportunity was good or bad, whether there was danger or not, as long as it seemed There is hope, and I can’t wait to get in touch with it. It’s like not being picky about food after being hungry for a long time.

"Huh... Fortunately, I noticed the problem in time, otherwise the road ahead might have gone further and further and become more dangerous." Lumian let out a long breath, feeling glad that he had regained his normal state of mind.

Of course, the pursuit of extraordinary power cannot be stopped, but one has to make a choice. After all, the dangerous dream has really revealed its face, and the undercurrent in the village has become increasingly turbulent.