Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 21

Looking at the restored "letter for help", Lumian fell into silence for a long time.

Although this does not necessarily mean that it is the content of the letter. After all, as long as you don't care about grammar, those words can also make other sentences, such as "People around us need help as soon as possible, we are getting weirder", etc., but still He felt an indescribable heaviness, as if something was weighing on his heart.

In the past, he might have thought that the sender was playing a prank, but now, there were really more and more abnormal things happening in Kordu Village, and this was only the part he discovered.

"You can't act like you haven't seen anything, and you can't pretend that nothing happened...

"My sister said that a sane person must know how to avoid danger and cannot stand under the wall after finding that it is about to collapse..."

Lumian came back to his senses and quickly made a decision:

We must leave Kordu Village as soon as possible and be with my sister!

As for the anomalies here, there will naturally be official people to deal with them, and the villagers here will definitely be protected by them. Lumian himself has neither the obligation to shoulder this responsibility nor the corresponding ability.

"In addition, we must speed up the exploration of the dream ruins and strive to obtain extraordinary strength in a short time to cope with possible accidents in the process of leaving here..." Lumian's mind became clearer and his heart was full of thoughts. Urgency.

What he fears most is that the abnormality breaks out before he and his sister can leave Kordu Village. In that case, he must at least not drag his sister down, and the corresponding premise is that he needs to become much stronger than he is now.

Thinking of this, Lumian put his little blue book back in its place, took the paper with the words and sentences written on it, and walked down the stairs quickly.

He went around to the stove and threw the piece of paper into the fire.

After leaving the door, Lumian went straight to the old tavern.

The door of the tavern was closed. The owner and bartender Maurice Benet should have gone to attend Naroka's funeral.

However, as a part-time hotel, it is impossible to lock all the doors during the day, denying guests the opportunity to enter or exit.

Lumian walked around to the path and opened the back door of the tavern.

When he came to the stairs, he glanced at the hall, but didn't see a single figure.

Kicking, Lumian went up to the second floor and stopped outside the mysterious woman's room.

Seeing that there was no "Resting, Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door handle, Lumian took in a breath and exhaled it slowly, then raised his fingers and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

Boom, boom, boom.

He knocked three times in succession, but no movement came from inside.

Boom, boom, boom... Lumian knocked harder on the door, but there was still no response.

He slapped it a few more times, and the room fell silent.

"Aren't you here?" Lumian frowned, "Were you there to watch Naroka's funeral?"

He didn't waste any more time, went down to the second floor, left the tavern, and went straight to the cemetery next to the church.

On the way, he passed by Naroka's house.

At this time, all the people outside the door bidding farewell to the body had dispersed and went to the cemetery to wait.

Lumian glanced from a distance and happened to see the priest's brother Pence Benet coming out of the house.

"This..." He was surprised for a moment, and subconsciously moved towards the building next to him, shrinking behind the shelter.

When a funeral is held, isn't it allowed to enter the house, lest it affect the horoscope and take away good luck?

Pence Benet stopped at the door of Naroka's house and whispered a few words with the old lady's youngest son, a middle-aged man named Arnaud Andre.

After Pons Benet left, Arnaud locked the door and headed towards the cemetery.

"Naroka's death is indeed a bit strange..." Lumian frowned and muttered to himself silently.

He now felt that Naroka's death was not necessarily caused by that owl, but more likely related to the secret weirdness of the priest's group.

The owl might have just followed its own mission and came to Kordu Village to take away the souls of the dead, and then stopped to observe Lumian for a while.

Of course, Lumian also has a more terrifying guess:

Maybe the curate and his gang have some connection with that owl!

The original source of their weirdness and the things they did secretly may be the legacy of the original wizard.

"Before leaving Kordu Village, you can find an opportunity to tell Ryan and Liya about my guesses. I hope they can find out the truth as soon as possible and solve the problem quickly." Lumian withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully. Muttering in his heart, he walked towards the church of "Eternal Blazing Sun".

Throughout the funeral, Lumian seemed silent and serious, but in fact he was constantly observing every villager, hoping to find anything unusual in their expressions.

Unfortunately, he gained nothing.

However, he also had certain misunderstandings:

Some people in the village may be wearing some kind of mask...

And the mysterious woman who gave him the tarot cards did not appear at the cemetery.

It was approaching evening, inside a two-story building that was half-built into the ground.

"Where's the paper you wrote?" Aurore glanced at his brother who walked up to him and said casually, "Show it to me."

Lumian said with a serious expression:

"I have something to tell you."

Aurore's eyes swept across his face:

"Did a wild animal in the village steal your paper again?"

"No." Lumian said in a deep voice, "I found out something from those foreigners."

Aurore suppressed her smile and nodded to continue.

Lumian started with Lane and others tracking down a letter asking for help. He talked about the anomaly in the little blue book at home, his suspicions about Mrs. Pualis, and the little blue book he borrowed from Raymond's house. He initially restored the the content of the request letter.

Finally, he proposed:

"Let us leave the village as quickly as possible and reach Liège, nay, Bigor, and stay there for a while."

Aurore did not answer immediately, and pondered for more than ten seconds before saying:

"This is really the best option right now.

"But there is a question. While the officials are investigating, will our sudden and hurried departure from Kordu arouse their suspicion and be intercepted by them for focused investigation?

"It wouldn't matter if I wasn't an Extraordinary, but I am a wild Extraordinary that is not officially recognized and will be captured and purified by the Inquisition."

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After all, Lumian was inexperienced and had ignored this issue before, not knowing what to say.

He said after a while:

"Force your way out and then hide in another city or another country?"

"Do you think too highly of me?" Aurore laughed dumbly, "According to my observation, those three foreigners should be quite powerful. If there was only one, I might be able to handle it, but there are three of them. Moreover, how do you know that there is no large army ambushing outside the village, so you are just waiting for the suspect to be frightened, show up on his own initiative, and run away?"

Lumian was speechless.

He had to admit that compared to his sister, he was still too young and immature, and his thinking was not thorough enough at critical moments.

"You are still too reckless." Aurore commented, "But it's normal. How can young people not have some spirit?"

She paused and said:

"Tomorrow morning, go to the administrator and help me send a telegram to Novel Weekly. The content is to ask when the writer's salon mentioned before will be held."

Aurore is a columnist for "Novel Weekly" and is quite popular among readers.

In Kordu Village, only the administrator and the priest each have a telegraph, which is responsible for making emergency contacts with the outside world. It is not impossible for the villagers to use it in daily life, but they have to pay enough ferkin.

Seeing Lumian's puzzled look, Aurore smiled and explained simply:

"Fiction Weekly has always wanted to invite me to do some events in Trier, but I have declined, including the recent Writers' Salon.

"Since I took the initiative to ask about this matter, they would definitely invite me warmly and even reimburse the cost of the round-trip steam train ticket.

"In this way, our departure is normal. Even if we are secretly observed, we will not be treated as suspects.

"When the time comes, I will have a way to hide it from them for a short time. As long as the two of us are really not contaminated by abnormal events, we will have a high probability of leaving Kordu smoothly."

"Okay." Lumian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

A few seconds later, he asked curiously:

"Aurore, uh, sister, extraordinary is the name given to people with extraordinary power?"

"Yes." Aurore didn't say much.

She turned to smile and said:

"You're willing to leave your friends behind and flee Kordu."

"What does it matter to me whether others live or die?" Lumian said "ha".

The most important thing right now is to ensure the safety of my sister!

Aurore "tsk-tsk" laughed:

"Come on, come on, say what you just said again, I love you.

"How many times have you said something like this before? But each time you either offered help quietly or pretended to remind them unintentionally."

"Those are small things." Lumian defended.

The current abnormality will threaten my sister.

"Okay, okay." Aurore looked like she was not arguing with the children, "It's time to prepare dinner, it's your turn today."

Lumian said "hmm" and walked towards the stove.
A dark night when the red moon is covered by clouds.

Lumian finished washing and lay down on the bed.

Obvious worry gradually appeared on his face.

Aurore's response was not bad, but Lumian was worried that while waiting for a call back from "Novel Weekly", abnormalities in the village would break out.

For this reason, he is extremely eager to improve his strength, and obtaining extraordinary power in the ruins of the dream is currently the easiest way for him to reach.

To his pity, he couldn't find the lady all day today and couldn't get corresponding advice. He had to try it himself first.

To him, the situation has reached this point, as if the arrow has been placed on the bow, the string has been stretched, and it must be fired.

Without hesitation, Lumian gathered his thoughts and slowly fell into sleep.