Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 3

Lumian sat on the roof and did not go down immediately.

The expression on his face had completely calmed down a long time ago, and his calm and serious look seemed to be different from the laughing and prank-loving young man in the tavern.

Ever since he accidentally discovered that Aurore had those magical abilities, he had always wanted to obtain them, but Aurore always told him that this was not something to be envied or pursued. On the contrary, it was very dangerous and full of pain. , so she would not agree to her brother taking this path. Even if she did master the method that allowed ordinary people to control extraordinary power, she would not tell Lumian.

In this regard, Lumian could only constantly look for opportunities to persuade and plead, but could not force him.

After about ten seconds, Lumian stood up, walked to the edge of the eaves with great agility, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

He walked outside Aurore's room, saw the brown wooden door open, and peeked inside.

At this time, Aurore, who was wearing a light blue dress, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, immersed in writing something under the bright lamp.

What are you writing so late? Witchcraft related? Lumian raised his hand to hold the door and joked:

"write diary?"

"Who is a serious person who keeps a diary?" Aurore didn't even look back, still writing with the delicate champagne gold pen in her hand.

Lumian expressed dissatisfaction:

"Great Emperor Russell also has many diaries circulating."

Russell is the last emperor in the history of the Republic of Intis where their siblings currently live. He ended the rule of the Sauron royal family and was crowned "Caesar" by the consul, calling himself the Great.

He made many important inventions, including the steam engine, found a passage to the southern continent, and started a wave of colonization. He was a symbol of the era more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, he suffered betrayal in his later years and was assassinated in the White Maple Palace in Trier.

After the emperor's death, many volumes of diaries were circulated in the world, but they were all written in words that others could not understand and seemed to not exist anywhere in the world.

"So Russell is not a serious person." Aurore, who had his back to Lumian, sneered.

"Then what are you writing?" Lumian asked.

That's what he really wanted to know.

Aurore replied nonchalantly:

"letter."

"For whom?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.

Aurore stopped the champagne gold fountain pen with exquisite patterns and checked the words and sentences in front of it:

"A pen pal."

"Pen pal?" Lumian was a little confused.

What is this stuff?

Aurore laughed, and while tucking her golden hair behind her ears, she taught her younger brother:

"So I said you should read more newspapers and study more, and don't play outside every day, or even drink!

"Look at you, what's the difference between you and an illiterate now?

"A pen pal is a friend who has met through newspaper columns, periodicals and magazines, etc., but has never met in person, and communicates exclusively through letters."

"What's the point of such a friend?" Lumian was very concerned about this matter.

He couldn't help but take back the hand holding the door and touched his chin.

Aurore has never had a boyfriend, so she can't be deceived by a guy she's never met.

"Meaning?" Aurore thought seriously, "First of all, it's emotional value. Okay, I know you don't understand what emotional value is. People are social animals and need to communicate. Some things and some emotions. I definitely won’t tell the people in the village, and I can’t tell you that I need a more secret outlet, and this kind of pen pal that I won’t meet is just right. Secondly, don’t underestimate my pen pals. There are several of them. Some of them are very powerful, and some are particularly knowledgeable. This battery-operated lamp was given to me by a pen pal. Kerosene lamps and candles are too harmful to the eyes and are not suitable for writing at night..."

Before Lumian could ask again, Aurore raised her left hand and waved back:

"Go to bed, my drunkard brother!

"Good night!"

"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was reluctant, he still didn't ask.

Aurore then ordered again:

"Remember to close the door for me. It's a bit cold with the door and window open."

Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.

He walked back to his room step by step, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed.

In the hazy dark night, Lumian's eyes caught the wooden table against the window, the chairs placed at an angle, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side.

He sat quietly, lost in thought.

He has always known that Aurore has her own secrets, and there are many things that she has not told him. He is not surprised at all. He is just worried that these secrets and other things may bring danger to Aurore.

And once something does happen, there is very little he can do.

He is just an ordinary person with a strong body and a flexible mind.

Thoughts emerged one after another, and then fell down one by one. Lumian let out a breath, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Then, he took off his brown jacket-like coat and threw himself into the bed that was not yet warm.

In the mountains in early April, the weather was still a bit cold.

In his confusion, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist.

They permeate the surroundings, making things in the distance completely disappear.

Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went or how far he walked in the gray fog, he would eventually return to the same place:

His bedroom.

The bedroom consists of a white four-piece bed, a wooden table and chairs placed in front of the window, bookshelves, wardrobes, etc.

Phew, Lumian opened his eyes.

The morning sun shines through the not-so-thick blue curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom.

Lumian sat up and looked at this scene in a daze, feeling as if he was still dreaming.

He had that dream again.

I dreamed of that gray fog that never dissipates.

He raised his hands and pinched his temples, muttering silently to himself:

"It's become more and more frequent recently, almost every day..."

If this dream hadn't brought any bad effects, Lumian would never be as calm as he is now.

Of course, it didn't bring any good effects.

"I really hope there is some adventure hidden in this..." Lumian muttered and got out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door and came to the corridor, he heard a sound coming from Aurore's room.

What a coincidence... Lumian had a smile on his face.

Suddenly, something moved in his heart, he took a step back and stood at the edge of the door.

When the door to Aurore's bedroom opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand and pinched his temples, with a slightly painful look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Aurore noticed this scene.

success! Lumian applauded in his heart and made an effort to calm down.

"I had that dream again." He replied in a low voice.

Aurore's blond hair hung casually, and her brows were gradually filled with worry:

"The last plan didn't work..."

She thought for a while and said:

"Maybe... I should find you a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, to find out what's causing this."

"The one with magical abilities?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Aurore responded with a slight nod.

"One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problems!" Aurore did not answer directly.

Wasn't that what I was thinking? Lumian muttered in his heart.

He took advantage of the situation and said:

"Aurore, if I become a wizard and a person with extraordinary power, I should be able to unlock the secret of the dream and end it completely."

"Don't think about it!" Aurore responded without hesitation.

Her expression softened:

"Lumian, I won't lie to you. This road is dangerous and painful. If there was no other choice, if the world wasn't becoming more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer and be happy. live."

Lumian said immediately:

"Then let me bear the danger and pain, and I will protect you. You just have to live happily and do what you want to do."

He thought about these words many times in his mind.

Aurore was silent for two seconds, then her smile suddenly bloomed:

"Are you discriminating against women?"

Without giving Lumian a chance to restate his statement, she said sternly:

"It's useless, there is no chance of regret if you choose this path.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash up. You study hard at home today to prepare for the Unified College Entrance Examination in June!"

"You said the world is becoming more and more dangerous, so why take the exam?" Lumian muttered.

He feels that the most important thing at the moment is gaining strength, not doing papers.

Aurore smiled:

"Knowledge equals power, my illiterate brother."

Lumian had nothing to say and could only watch Aurore walk into the bathroom.

In the afternoon, in the square of Kordu Village.

Raymond Clegg saw Lumian Li squatting under an elm tree from a distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Shouldn't you study at home?" Raymond walked over with obvious envy in his tone.

He is Lumian's friend. He is almost 1.7 meters tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He has an ordinary appearance and a slightly red face.

Lumian raised his head and said with a smile:

"Didn't Aurore tell you something? You should let people take a breath even if you hang yourself! I have been studying for so long, so I have to take a break."

He kept thinking all morning about whether it was possible for him to obtain extraordinary powers without going through Aurore.

This requires searching, clues, and his own initiative to investigate.

In the end, he felt that the stories circulating in the village involving magical powers might hide some truth and certain clues, so he came here specifically to wait for Raymond.

"If I were you, I would rest for a quarter of an hour at most." Raymond said, leaning against the elm tree, "We don't have a sister who has read a lot of books to teach us. I will go to learn shepherding next year."

Lumian ignored this sentence and said thoughtfully:

"Tell again the legend of the wizard you told last time."

Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intention, and recalled doubtfully:

"The wizard one?

"There used to be a wizard in the village, and then he died. On the day of the burial, an owl flew from outside the house and sat on the top of the bed. It didn't fly away until the body was taken away.

"Then the coffin became so heavy that it took nine oxen to pull it."

"How long ago was it?" Lumian asked.

Raymond became increasingly confused:

"How do I know? I heard it from my father.