Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 19

Mrs. Pualis didn't chat with Aurore for long. After ten minutes, they walked out of the study.

Lumian accompanied his sister and sent Mrs. Pualis all the way out of the door.

He then looked at Aurore:

"What help did she ask you to do?"

Aurore curled her lips and said:

"I was asked to lead the singing at the Praise Celebration, and I refused."

The Lenten Festival in Kordu Village has three parts: the first is the blessing parade of the "Spring Spirit", the second is the waterside ceremony, and the third is the praise celebration held in the church. The last one is mainly performed in the form of playing musical instruments and chorus.

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In the Daliege area, the lead singer is often a church choir, but Kordu Village does not have this condition and can only find someone who is good at singing instead.

As for playing musical instruments, the villagers don't worry about it. In villages with shepherd traditions, music or musical instruments are indispensable in daily life.

You know, shepherds are in the wild all year round, either living in shacks or digging pits. Apart from their companions and their flocks, the only thing they most often interact with is the flute they carry with them.

In addition to grazing, playing cards, and chatting, playing the flute and soothing one's heart with music is something almost every shepherd does.

Because of this, the words to describe a shepherd's difficult and impoverished situation are "he doesn't even have a flute."

With so many shepherds around, the villagers of Kordu Village will inevitably be affected to a certain extent. When they gather and chat in the square, someone will inevitably play an instrument and let the melodious melody echo.

"Yes." Lumian was quite pleased to see his sister's determination.

Just watch the excitement and commotion at those celebrations. Being the protagonist is not only a waste of time, but also easy to attract unnecessary covetousness.

In order to protect his eyesight, with only a kerosene lamp providing illumination, Lumian only read for a while before choosing to wash up and go to bed, thinking seriously about how to safely test out what was special about himself in dreams.

The lady's several consecutive suggestions were so accurate that he completely believed her words unconsciously.

In the dead of night, Lumian entered the dreamland again and woke up there.

He touched each pocket and counted them out of habit, confirming that the harvest of 217 Felkin and 25 Koppe still existed.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lumian picked up the ax and steel fork, stomped downstairs, and went straight to the stove.

The fire has gone out.

"When I wasn't dreaming, the clock here was still running..." Lumian frowned slightly.

In such a "real" dream, how could there be anything special about me?

"The clock still keeps running" is a common saying in the Liège area, which means that time does not stop for human beings, but always flows forward.

Lumian returned to the bedroom where he thought he was the safest, put down his ax and steel fork, and took off his clothes.

Then, he walked to the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe and examined his body inch by inch to see if there were any differences compared with reality.

Nothing unusual.

"Special in spirit?" Lumian didn't rush to put on his clothes. He walked straight back to the bed, followed his sister's example, and sat down cross-legged.

In the past, in order to make him have lucid dreams, Aurore taught him some simple meditation techniques that did not involve mysterious elements. Now he wanted to try it to see if he could detect the mental and physical sensations in a completely quiet scene. possible special features.

The first step is to regulate your breathing.

Lumian deepened his breathing and slowed down the corresponding frequency.

With slow, long and rhythmic breaths, Lumian allowed his mind to empty out little by little.

At the same time, he outlined a red sun in his mind, focusing all his attention and thoughts on it, thereby eliminating other distracting thoughts.

This is what Aurore specially told him, asking him to choose things that exist in reality and represent light to outline when meditating, so as not to be targeted by some dirty and evil things.

As a believer in the "Eternal Blazing Sun", Lumian's first reaction was to visualize the sun.

His mind gradually calmed down, and the entire world he perceived seemed to be filled with only the red sun.

Suddenly, Lumian seemed to hear something.

It seemed to come from an infinite height, and it seemed to be ringing right next to my ears. It was hard to hear, but it also sounded like thunder.

Amidst the indescribable buzzing sound, Lumian's heart beat wildly, and it was as if someone had inserted an iron rod into his head and stirred it several times.

Severe pain broke out instantly, and the blazing sun turned as red as blood, and quickly turned into a deep black.

The picture in meditation then shattered.

Lumian opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air, feeling as if he was about to die suddenly.

A full dozen or twenty seconds passed before he recovered from the near-death experience.

He instinctively lowered his head and examined his body.

He saw something strange on the left side of his chest.

Some kind of dark, thorn-like symbol seemed to come from the heart and grow out of the body. They were connected one after another and extended toward the back like a chain.

Above these "thorns" are eye-like patterns and insect-like twisted line segments, all of which are blue and black.

At this time, these tattoo-like things are slowly fading.

Lumian was startled at first, and then had many thoughts.

He quickly got out of bed, went straight to the full-length mirror, and pointed his back at it.

Then, he turned his head to the left as hard as he could to check the condition of his back.

He could barely see the chain composed of black "thorns" burrowing into his body at the vest.

In other words, this "thorn" chain locked his heart and the corresponding body in the form of a ring.

"The black ones and the blue-black ones are two different symbols. The blue-black ones feel a bit familiar, um... very similar to the ones on the old man I helped when I was homeless... that is From that time on, I started to have dreams with large fogs..." Lumian analyzed the "specialness" in his body that was different from reality until they completely faded and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Lumian was quite disappointed.

Although he found something special, he felt it was pointless.

Because the process of leading them to appear made him extremely painful and close to death.

In this state of almost unconsciousness, what is the difference between facing the monster carrying a shotgun and giving it food?

And if he waits until he is able to fight again, his "specialness" will soon disappear.

The climate in the dream was quite cold, like early spring in the mountains. Lumian was always naked and felt uncomfortable, so he quickly put on his clothes again.

Just doing such a simple thing made him extremely tired and his head hurt a little.

Obviously, the impact caused by the meditation just now cannot be recovered in a short time.

Under this situation, Lumian decided to give up exploring tonight, not try anything, sleep well, and recuperate seriously.
After he woke up, it was still dark.

Looking at the darkness in the room and the slight blush near the curtains, Lumian carefully recalled what happened in the dream.

"I have meditated many times in reality before, and I never heard the strange sound or felt any pain...

"Only in that dream is there something special?" Lumian sat up in confusion, intending to confirm.

He followed the procedure again and tried meditation.

The red sun quickly appeared in his mind, and the chaos in his mind gradually settled down.

This was Lumian's familiar meditation experience, with no strange sounds, no severe pain, and no near-death experience.

After a while, he ended his meditation, unbuttoned his clothes, lowered his head and examined the position of his heart.

There isn't a single symbol there.

"Sure enough, that is a special thing that belongs to the dream world and has no effect on reality..." Lumian didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.

He raised his head and looked at the window covered by the curtain, and his thoughts began to spread, thinking about whether and how the "special" in the dream could be used.

At this moment, he saw what seemed to be a black shadow outside the window, a small black shadow.

Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole body was highly nervous.

His most instinctive reaction was to call his sister, but then he thought that he was at home, and Aurore had said that he would look over here. She should have noticed it, so he got out of bed carefully and slowly approached the window.

During this process, Lumian was always waiting for his sister to stop the operation.

Aurore didn't show up.

Lumian came to the window, grabbed the curtain, and carefully opened it a gap.

Outside the window is a quiet and deep night, with the crimson moon hanging far in the sky.

Not far away, on an elm tree with gently swaying leaves, an owl stood there quietly, facing Lumian's window.

It is larger than most of its kind, and its eyes are not dull or stiff at all. The eyes looking at Lumian have an indescribable sense of looking down.

That owl!

It's here again!

Lumian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The owl was just like last time. After looking at Lumian for more than ten seconds, it spread its wings without doing anything and flew into the depths of the night.

"..." Lumian was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he opened the curtains and cursed:

"Is your brain sick?

"I come here every time, take a look, and leave without saying a word!

"Are you mute, or do you have a problem with your IQ? You haven't learned human language for so many years?"

In fact, Lumian had his own guess about the owl's behavior, thinking that it was his sister's presence that made it dare not do anything. After all, Aurore said that as long as he did not leave the building at night, he would be safe. I impulsively stuck my head out the window just now. I'm afraid that owl won't fly away quietly like it does now.

After scolding for a while, Lumian decided to close the curtains and catch up on some sleep.

He glanced outside casually and suddenly froze there.

On the edge of a small forest more than ten meters away, a figure was walking slowly.

She wore a dark dress made of coarse cloth, and her hair was thin and pale.

"Naroka..." Lumian recognized this figure.

That was the Naroka whom he had asked about wizard legends before.

Naroka's face seemed to be half integrated into the darkness, her eyes reflected a strange light under the faint crimson moonlight, and her movements were unusually stiff, like a wandering ghost.