Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 100

Tick, tick, tick, the sound of the wall clock's second hand beating was clearly audible in the dark room.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally seemed to break free from a nightmare.

He hurriedly leaned forward, grabbed Aurore's shoulders, shook her vigorously and said:

"Wake up! Wake up!"

He suppressed his voice, not daring to let the three official investigators on duty hear.

Aurore's eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was slightly open. No matter how Lumian shook, there was no reaction, just like a living dead who had lost its soul.

Lumian's shaking movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

He looked at Aurore who was "sleeping" and didn't move for a long time.

He didn't understand why this happened, and he didn't know when the problem arose. He was as frightened and hesitant as the night he saw his grandfather die.

After that day, he started wandering.

Lumian's hands clenched tighter and tighter, and his body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he turned around and looked out the window.

The transparent and blurry "lizard" returned to the room.

Lumian stepped off the bed in one step, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the monster creature that was stunned when he saw him wake up.

The next second, he stuffed the "lizard" into his mouth and growled with a distorted expression: "Don't you like to get into other people's mouths?" Come on! I give you this chance! " While he was stuffing the "lizard", he was biting wildly, his eyes were blood red.

The "lizard" seemed to be frightened and did not resist.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Lumian: "What are you doing?" That was Aurore's voice.

Lumian froze, slowly turned around, and looked at the bed. Aurore woke up at some point. She sat up with her blond hair disheveled, and her light blue eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Lumian lowered his head subconsciously and found that the "lizard" he caught had long disappeared.

For a moment, he didn't know if what he just saw and happened was a nightmare or a real thing.

"What's wrong with you?" Aurore frowned.

Lumian forced a smile and said, "You just had a nightmare and kicked me out of bed."

"Really?" Aurore looked at her brother suspiciously, feeling like he was playing a prank.

She thought about it and said, "I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was caught by a huge monster and stuffed into its mouth. I was so scared that I struggled desperately and finally woke up."

As Lumian listened, his body began to get cold, as if he had been sunk into a mountain ice lake that had not completely melted.

"Maybe, probably, I really kicked you..." Aurore felt a little embarrassed.

Lumian closed his eyes and smiled: "Just kidding, I woke up because of another thing."

He then lowered his voice and said: "That mysterious lady appeared in the ruins of the dreamland, helped me isolate the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Provocateur', and gave me the correct potion formula."

"So, you woke up with joy and wanted to ask me if I have the corresponding supporting materials?" Aurore suddenly realized.

He smiled much more naturally than before, but there seemed to be a little light flashing in his eyes.

Aurore thought for a while and said: "I have grape vines and water ferns, one of which is a ritual material, and the other is a magic medium. "

I always have honeysuckle flowers at home. I soak them in water and drink them. Don’t you know? "

"good."

Lumian also pretended that he had not asked.

The 'Provocateur' potion also requires distilled liquor. I will go to the cellar to get it now, and try to advance to Sequence 8 tonight. "

"It takes some time to make hydrosol from honeysuckle flowers."

Auroer frowned slightly and said, "However, the auxiliary material requirements for low-sequence potions are not so strict. You can use the whole honeysuckle flower instead. As long as the extraordinary properties can be dissolved in the end, you can take it."

She then looked at the open door and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you afraid that Ryan and the others will suspect you if you go to get distilled liquor in the middle of the night?"

Seeing his sister's reaction, Lumian barely kept his smile from becoming stiff:

As a regular at an old tavern, it’s normal to wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly want a drink.

"Although alcohol has many, many disadvantages, it can at least relax my spirit to a certain extent."

What he meant was that he used "the Lenten celebrations were over and I was too mentally stressed. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep, so I needed to relax with strong drinks."

"Can."

Aurore said there was no problem.

Lumian turned and walked towards the door, the smile on his face gradually disappearing. His hands were clasped throughout.

After leaving the door and entering the corridor, Lumian saw Ryan, wearing a brown tweed top and light yellow trousers, standing diagonally opposite. Liya and Valentine were at both ends of the corridor.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Ryan, who was holding a kerosene lamp, looked at Lumian.

Lumian smiled and said: "How about going to the cellar to get a bottle of strong liquor? Do you want to take a sip too and relax?"

"I don't need to." Ryan nodded, "You have never experienced anything like this. It is foreseeable that you will be tense and stressed. Alcohol can indeed play a certain role."

"I'll go down with you. You can't act alone at this time."

"good."

Lumian had no objection.

As the two entered the stairs, Liya took the initiative to approach Aurore's bedroom and stood guard at the door.

One step, two steps... Lumian and Ryan silently walked down to the dark first floor.

As the dim firelight illuminated half of the stove, Ryan asked casually: "It seemed like something happened in the room just now? There was a certain movement."

The purpose of his proposal to get wine from the cellar was not to advance to the Dreamland Ruins tonight. There was also a cellar and distilled wine in the two-story building in the ruins of Dreamland. He mainly wanted to avoid Aurore and communicate with Ryan and others about what had just happened.

Ryan's expression suddenly became serious:

"What's wrong?"

Lumian took several breaths before saying: "Aurore, like the priest of the replica church, has a kind of 'lizard' that looks like an elf coming out of his mouth."

After saying this sentence completely, he felt as if all his strength had been drained out of him.

After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he told the story exactly as it was, except that he described waking up on his own initiative as waking up from sleep and happened to see it.

"You handled it very well. Now we can't let her know that something is wrong with her. I'm worried that it will worsen the situation. "

You continue to pretend that nothing has happened. When daybreak, I will use the excuse that "Kordu Village has been polluted and we need to purify it every day to prevent it from being affected" and let Valentine try to get rid of it. lizard'. "

"good."

Lumian answered weakly.

He felt that the "lizard" had been deeply integrated with his sister's soul and was not easy to expel and purify. Ryan glanced at him and patted his shoulder gently: "I can understand your mood. If my relatives had similar abnormalities, I wouldn't be able to calm down.

"But you have to remember that impatience doesn't solve anything.

"I know that Valentine's purification may not be effective, but you have to give it a try to be sure. Well, there is a high probability that the abnormality is connected to the cycle in Kordu Village. As long as we can finally eliminate it, circulation, your sister should be able to recover directly."

Yes... This is also equivalent to a kind of pollution. As long as I can recycle all the pollution when canceling the cycle, Aurore will definitely be fine...

Lumian's eyes gradually brightened and he regained his motivation.

"What I need to remind you is that in the next few days, you have to adapt to the changes in your sister. "

It is very likely that she will be like the priest, who will gradually be left with only instincts, acting differently based on memories and the strongest emotions, without any reaction to other things. "

Lumian was silent for a while and said, "I will adapt..."

After going to the cellar to get the distilled liquor, the two returned to the second floor as if nothing had happened.

Entering the bedroom, Lumian smiled again.

Aurore smiled back and pointed to the desk: "The honeysuckle, grape vines and water ferns are all there."

Lumian nodded and placed the wine bottle in his hand on the desk.

Then, he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes on the excuse of "falling asleep as soon as possible and getting promoted in his dreams."

He couldn't sleep no matter what.

He couldn't figure out when his sister was contaminated and that "lizard" entered her body. During this time, the two of them were together every minute. Even when Aurore went to the bathroom, Liya was with her, and vice versa. So, why did something go wrong?

If it was while sleeping, why didn't I have any problems?

Lumian tried his best to recall, hoping to find the source, which would help solve the anomaly.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

At that time, he was still an ordinary person.

Lumian originally thought that he relied on the shepherd Pierre Berry, but based on the current situation, he had a guess, a crazy guess:

Perhaps from the beginning, most people in the village were parasitized by the weird "lizard"-like creatures, including Aurore!

As the time gets closer to Twelfth Night, the corresponding abnormalities will become more and more obvious, and some people will show that something is wrong earlier.

He himself was spared because of the green and black symbol on his body.

He clenched his teeth involuntarily.

At this time, Ryan was patrolling back and forth in the corridor with a kerosene lamp.

On the wall beside him, the shadow suddenly lengthened.

Almost at the same time, the small silver bells on Liya's veil and boots made a sound. She felt her shoulders become extremely cold.