Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 26

The lady was eating a croissant, and after a while she said to Lumian:

"Know."

She really knew... Lumian felt happy, considered his words and said:

"Can I pay you to help solve Kordu's problem?"

He used the honorific again.

In his opinion, this mysterious lady is definitely stronger than the three of Liya, and much more powerful. If she is willing to help, then the problem of Kordu Village will no longer be a problem, and he and his sister will not need to risk escaping. Yes, the only problem is that you may not be able to afford the corresponding price.

As for whether the other party will agree, Lumian is not sure at all, and can even be said to have a very pessimistic attitude. He just feels that it is necessary to try it once under the current situation. Even if he is rejected, it will only lose a little face, and he does not care about this.

The lady looked sideways at Lumian and said calmly:

"I can indeed solve the problems here, but the price is that everything will be destroyed, including you.

"If you want to get a better result, you can only rely on yourself."

Is the problem so serious? Lumian's pupils dilated instantly, trying to see the other person's subtle expressions to see if she was joking.

The woman refused to help. He was not surprised or disappointed at all. He was shocked that the problem in Kordu Village mentioned by the other party was many times more serious than he expected, and might even lead to the destruction of the entire village!

If she can solve it, then why does the whole village die, while we ordinary people and extraordinary people who are not strong enough can achieve better results? Lumian was confused and frightened.

He decided that if he didn't receive a call back from "Novel Weekly" the day after tomorrow, he would urge his sister to leave Kordu Village immediately. Even if it required taking great risks, he could not delay any longer!

"What exactly is the problem?" Lumian, who never pays attention to decency, continued to ask.

The lady smiled:

"If I tell you and you investigate, the results will be completely different."

Lumian instinctively gritted his teeth. He didn't like this kind of behavior of "only speaking a little, but always refusing to explain clearly".

For some reason, he felt that the strange emotion in the other person's eyes was more obvious.

"Okay." Lumian thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know Mrs. Pualis? Is she also a wizard, uh, an extraordinary person?"

"Forget it." The lady picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Indeed... Lumian asked further:

"What pathway, which sequence?"

The next second, he saw the lady's expression became a little more serious:

"Not the normal way."

"What do you mean it's not a normal way?" Lumian asked.

The lady smiled:

"You'll find out later."

I want to know now... Lumian tried to control his expression.

He was standing and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of a question, a very crucial question:

"Madam, how should I bring those auxiliary materials into the dream world?"

In the state of the ruins of the dream, the most I can do is dig out red wine and basil at home, spices that rich families would have on hand. Red chestnut flowers and poplar leaves need to be collected in reality.

Although both are not difficult to find, Lumian has even thought of where to "borrow" them, but it is useless even if they are obtained, and they cannot be transferred to the dream at all.

The lady smiled and said:

"Let me offer you a small favor for free.

"You find those materials in reality and put them on the table in your bedroom before going to bed. I will help you send them to your dreams."

Can she send those things into my dreams? Lumian was surprised at first, and then he breathed a sigh of relief that the problem was solved.

He didn't expect that a second person could "enter" the dream he thought was very special.

Thinking that the specialness of entering the dream ruins was probably due to the strange symbols on his chest, he suspected that the lady in front of him was also related to those symbols, or the weird and terrifying sound.

After leaving the old tavern, Lumian planned to collect red chestnut flowers and poplar leaves immediately.

At this moment, he saw Ryan, Liya and Valentine coming out of the path leading to the back door of the tavern, still wearing the same clothes and dressing up similarly.

Lumian felt relieved and greeted him with a smile:

"Good morning, my cabbages."

Liya turned her head and smiled at Dingdang's voice:

"You're early too."

Lumian immediately pretended to be sneaky and glanced left and right before lowering his voice and saying:

"I discovered something unusual yesterday."

Ryan's expression straightened, he looked at each other with Valentine and Liya, and then said:

"What is it?"

Lumian said slightly fearfully:

"I suspect that the death of Naroka, the one you watched yesterday's funeral, was abnormal."

Lane gave an encouraging look to continue.

Lumian breathed out and said:

"Didn't I tell you about the funeral customs in the Liège area? Later, after everyone went to the cemetery, Pons Benet entered Naroka's house, and the owner did not object.

"Isn't this destroying the influence of their family's horoscope and taking away the corresponding good luck?

"There must be something wrong!"

"Is Pence Benet the brother of the priest?" Ryan thought for a few seconds and then asked.

Lumian nodded heavily.

Thinking of the abnormality of the parish priest's group, and thinking that he and his sister were about to leave Kordu Village without worrying about possible silence and subsequent revenge, he said directly:

"The priest is not a good man!"

"Why do you say that?" Liya asked with a smile.

She was not surprised at all that Lumian accused the priest.

Lumian was not polite and told the story of a villager who went to Liège to report and then disappeared, focusing on the accusations against the parish priest.

He finally said:

"I really doubt he is a clergyman of the church.

"Once, I had to temporarily hide in a church because I told a story that was too real and caused some people's discomfort.

"When I was about to fall asleep behind the altar, the priest came in with Madame Poialis, and the two of them started doing some dirty things under the gaze of the gods.

"In the chat after the end, the priest also lamented to Mrs. Pualis, saying, 'Why can't a man marry his own sister?

"Mrs. Poialis couldn't accept this sentence. She thought it was extremely sinful and asked the priest to repent quickly.

"The parish priest said: 'Many good families lost a lot of property because their daughters got married and other sons went out to start a family, and eventually fell into decline. If the son could marry his sister, these problems would no longer be a problem. It is a pity. , neither law nor morality allows it'..."

Hearing this, the indifferent Valentine said with a livid face:

"Is he a servant of God or a servant of the devil?"

Ryan nodded as if thinking:

"No wonder Pons Bene has not been allowed to start a family alone after being married for so many years..."

Liya looked at Lumian and chuckled:

"As expected, you knew beforehand that Mrs. Poialis was having an affair with the parish priest and wanted to take advantage of us that day."

Lumian smiled awkwardly at first, and then said with a righteous face:

"As a believer in the Eternal Sun, I can't stand such people standing in the church."

The indifferent Valentine's face softened, he nodded approvingly and said:

"It would be nice if there were more people like you in Kordu Village."

A few more me? Lumian couldn't imagine what Kordu Village would look like in this situation.

He then added:

"That time, I also heard the parish priest telling Mrs. Poialis that he was planning something and might be targeted by people from the Inquisition, and asked Mrs. Poialis to be careful not to let anything slip."

Ryan's expression then became solemn:

"Did you mention anything specific?"

"No." Lumian did not make it up.

That's all. If he talks a little more, the problem might completely break out tonight, before he even has the chance to become an extraordinary person.

After bidding farewell to the three strangers, Lumian spent a lot of time collecting red chestnut flowers and poplar leaves.

He arrived in the square shortly before noon and approached the two-story building where the administrators conducted their official business.

At this time, most of the villagers have gathered here, waiting to choose the "Spring Elf".

Tomorrow begins part of the Lenten celebrations.

Lumian found Raymond, Ava and others and squeezed through.

"Is Ava on the list?" he asked.

Ava didn't speak, her mood was obviously very uneasy, while Raymond shook his head:

"have no idea."

"There must be Ava. Among the unmarried women in the village, she is the most beautiful except for your sister, but your sister is not of the right age." Guillaume Berry, who was standing nearby, interjected.

He is the little Guillaume Lumian and others call him. He is one of their friends who often play together. He has slightly curly brown hair, obvious freckles on his face, and blue eyes that always seem to be small because they are not big enough. Narrowed.

Ava's cousin Azema is also here. She looks like a smaller and more mediocre version of Ava.

At this time, she didn't speak.

Lumian understood her mood, because she also wanted to be a "spring elf".

In the Liège area, being chosen as a "Spring Elf" is not only recognition of your appearance and character, but also some hidden benefits.

After hearing what little Guillaume said, Lumian smiled and said:

"If not, after the administrator reads the list, I will shout loudly: 'I choose Ava!'"

Ava suddenly felt a little embarrassed:

"Need not."

This is actually a normal process. After the administrator reads out the candidate list for "Spring Elf", if the villagers have their own candidates, they can call them out on the spot and join the voting process. However, those who are thick-skinned enough and willing to do so are not Not many, Lumian is one of them.

He was very candid about it:

Anyway, it was Ava who was embarrassed, not me.

Not long after, a window on the second floor opened, and Administrator Beoost appeared there.

In appearance, he is much better than the priest. He has neatly combed powdered brown hair, light blue eyes with black lines, a straight nose bridge, thin lips, and well-groomed lips. The beard makes him look quite good, and the double-breasted flannel jacket highlights his status.

Beoost looked down at the crowd for a few seconds:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come and those who are late will no longer have the right to vote.

"Next, I read out the shortlist for 'Spring Spirit':

"Ava Lizzie..."

Upon hearing this, Ava was visibly relieved.

There was no surprise. In the show of hands vote, she won the approval of more than 80% of the villagers.

After the voting, Lumian did not go to celebrate with his four friends. He excused himself from family matters and left the square directly.

As soon as he got home, he asked his sister:

"Any call back?"

If there is a call back, the telegraph operator will send it to your home and collect a small fee along the way.

"Not yet." Aurore shook her head.

She turned and said:

"There's been a lot of undercurrent recently. You can't relax at all in your fighting training. Well, I'll have a sparring session with you in the afternoon."

Lumian, who was feeling sore all over, hissed secretly when he heard this.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he deliberately said with a grimace:

"I don't know if I have been practicing too hard recently, but my whole body hurts today. Aurore, uh, sister, can you press it for me? You are the most professional!"

"Okay." Aurore nodded lightly.

By night, Lumian's body had basically recovered through her sister's stretching massage and adequate rest.

Before going to bed, he placed three red chestnut flowers and poplar leaf powder in a bottle on the table in front of the window.

After taking a deep look at them, Lumian got into bed expectantly and a little nervously.