Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 6

Lumian subconsciously looked around and saw familiar tables, chairs, bookshelves, wardrobes and beds.

This was his bedroom, but shrouded in a faint gray mist.

Lucid dream? Did I have a lucid dream? Lumian's pupils dilated instantly.

Lucid dreaming means that although one is dreaming, one maintains the ability to think and remember when awake. This is a very rare state that can be triggered by people with special training at a higher probability.

Previously, in order to unlock the secret of Lumian's gray mist dream and help him completely eliminate this hidden danger, Aurore used different methods to create lucid dreams many times, but failed.

And now, Lumian somehow regained consciousness in his dream.

After a brief moment of shock and astonishment, Lumian regained his thoughts and thought of a possibility:

"Is it caused by the tarot card representing the 'Seven of Wands'?

"The woman said that this card would help me unlock the secrets of my dreams...

"So, its function is to put me into a lucid dream state, so that I can truly explore this area shrouded in gray fog?

"Well...compared to my previous impression, the gray fog seems to be much lighter now, a lot..."

As his thoughts flashed, Lumian turned sideways and quickly came to the slanted chair. He supported the table against the wall with both hands and looked out the window.

What caught his eye was not a scene he was familiar with.

The dream did not replicate the village of Kordu where he lived.

Under the light and thin gray-white mist, the most eye-catching thing is a towering mountain peak. It is composed purely of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, extending twenty or thirty meters toward the sky.

Surrounding this mountain peak are circles of buildings. They either collapsed to the ground or were burned black, making it impossible to tell what they looked like when intact.

Looking from where Lumian is, they look like destroyed tombs, arranged irregularly in the form of a ring.

In the entire area, the ground was full of potholes and gravel, with not a single weed.

In addition, the high-altitude fog turned thick and white, and Lumian could not confirm whether there was any sun. He only knew that it was extremely dark here, like a night with only starlight.

After observing carefully for a while, he whispered to himself:

"Is this the whole scene of the dream?"

This dream that has troubled him for many years, what is its true state like this?

After a brief absence of concentration, Lumian thought about more realistic issues:

"Where is the so-called secret of dreams hidden?

"On that mountain peak, or in a destroyed building?"

Lumian did not leave the bedroom eagerly, entered the area, and explored the dreamland. He still stayed where he was, looking at every place he could see.

Suddenly, he felt a figure flash past in the ruins of buildings surrounding the mountain.

Due to the fact that the house he was in only had two floors and was not high enough, and although the gray fog was thin, its presence could not be ignored, Lumian was not sure whether he was hallucinating for a moment.

After a while, he slowly exhaled and said to himself:

"Don't be anxious, be patient. Don't be anxious, be patient."

"It seems that this dream really has a lot of secrets. It doesn't seem to belong to me entirely. Blind exploration may be dangerous...

"Well, I'll go find that woman early tomorrow morning and see if I can ask for more details, and then I'll decide what to do..."

While his thoughts were swirling, Lumian withdrew his gaze, preparing to escape from this dream and sleep peacefully.

But while he was awake, he didn't know what to do to really wake up.

After repeated failed attempts, he lay down on the bed and tried to make his mind confused, simulating the state he had been in when he fell asleep.

Unknowingly, no matter how much time passed, Lumian sat up suddenly and saw the pale golden sunlight seeping into the room through the curtains.

"Finally woke up...

"Sure enough, falling asleep in a dream will return to that hazy state, and then you can escape..."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and muttered silently to himself.

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Aurore?" Lumian felt nervous, worried that something bad would develop.

"It's me." Aurore's voice entered the room.

Lumian got out of bed, walked quickly to the door, grabbed the handle, and pulled back.

There was indeed Aurore outside the door. She was wearing a white silk nightgown, and her long golden hair was softly draped behind her.

"How's it going?" She seemed sure that Lumian had just woken up.

Lumian did not hide anything and told Aurore exactly what happened to him.

Aurore nodded as if thinking:

"The function of that card is to make you have a lucid dream..."

She then asked:

"What are you going to do next?"

Lumian said "hmm":

"After we have something to eat, I will go find that woman to see if I can get more information and find out her true intentions."

"Okay." Aurore didn't object.

She continued:

"I will also write to ask someone about the dream you described to see what those things mean."

Having said this, she glanced at Lumian's suddenly nervous expression, and smiled broadly:

"Don't worry, I will make some modifications, and I won't throw everything out at once. I will teach you the step-by-step principle.

"Well, when communicating with that lady, don't force yourself and try to be friendly. This doesn't mean we're afraid of her. It's just that one more friend is better than one more enemy."

"No problem." Lumian solemnly agreed.

Cordu village, old tavern.

As soon as Lumian approached the bar, he said to Maurice Benet, the tavern owner who was also a part-time bartender:

"Which room upstairs does that foreign woman live in?"

The old tavern itself is also the only hotel in the village, with six rooms available on the second floor.

Maurice Benet was neither fat nor burly. Like most of the villagers, he had black hair and blue eyes. His most distinctive feature was that his nose was always red, which was caused by frequent drinking.

He is a clansman of the parish priest Guillaume Benet, but they are not close and are distant cousins.

"Why are you asking this?" Morris Benet asked curiously, "Would a woman from a big city like you, a country bumpkin?"

He had an obvious expression of inquiry on his face, and was keenly interested in abnormal relationships between men and women.

"Aren't you a country bumpkin and a barefoot man yourself?" Lumian sneered, and then made up a random reason, "That woman lost something last night. I found it this morning and brought it to her."

"Really?" Maurice Benet expressed doubts about Lumian's credibility.

This guy made up eight of his ten sentences.

"Otherwise? Do you think she can like me?" Lumian said confidently.

"That's right." Morris Benet was persuaded. "She is in the room near the square, opposite the bathroom."

After watching Lumian walk towards the stairs, the tavern owner wiped his wine glass and whispered:

"It's not impossible. Sometimes, everyone wants to try new flavors..."

He muttered just loud enough for Lumian to hear.

On the second floor of the tavern, Lumian found the only bathroom in the dark corridor, and then saw a white paper sign hanging on the brass handle of the dark red wooden door opposite.

It says in Intis:

"resting,

"do not disturb."

Lumian looked down for a few seconds. Instead of rushing forward to knock on the door, he took two steps back and stood leaning against the wall.

He planned to wait here for the lady to go out.

His previous wandering life taught him that when an opportunity arises, he must try decisively and try his best to seize it. He cannot hesitate, cannot think before and after, cannot care about face, cannot be cowardly, otherwise the opportunity will inevitably be lost, and he will fall into a more miserable malignancy. Cycle, and when the opportunity does not appear, you must be patient, persevere, and wait without any discomfort.

Time passed by, and Lumian stood there without any irritation.

If there were any bystanders here, they would probably regard him as a statue if he hadn't occasionally moved his hands and feet.

Finally, the door creaked open.

The lady changed into a light green dress with white edges, and her brown hair was tied up in a fluffy bun behind her head.

She glanced at Lumian with her light blue eyes for a second, then looked down at the paper sign on the door handle, and asked with a smile:

"How long have you been waiting?"

She was not surprised at all that Lumian appeared here.

Lumian took a step forward and said:

"It does not matter."

He tried to keep his tone calm and less urgent.

"What do you want to ask?" the lady said quite directly.

"Right here?" Lumian looked around.

The lady smiled and replied:

"If you don't mind, I don't mind either."

Lumian had actually observed that Ryan, Liya and others who originally lived in this place seemed to be away at this time. There was no one else on the second floor of the tavern except himself and the lady in front of him.

He organized the following language:

"What secret does that dream hold?"

The lady laughed out loud and said:

"That's for you to answer, not for me."

She paused and said:

"I can only tell you that you can access some extraordinary powers there."

Extraordinary power... Lumian was first moved in his heart, and then asked in confusion:

"What is the significance of the extraordinary power obtained in the dream?

"It doesn't affect reality."

The lady smiled:

"In the supernatural realm, anything is possible.

"Perhaps it can really have an impact?"

The extraordinary power I was seeking appeared in my life in this way? Lumian was silent.

The lady calmed down her expression and added seriously:

"I would like to remind you that it is full of dangers. If you die there, you will die completely."

Will an accident while exploring that dream lead to my death in reality? Lumian couldn't understand it, but chose to believe it.

The first is that the gray fog dream that has troubled him for many years does seem to be special. The second is that his sister Aurore once said that there is no big mistake in being careful. I would rather see the problem more difficultly and think about the consequences more seriously than to be dismissive or careless. .

After a few seconds, he asked:

"What will happen if I don't explore?"

"Theoretically, there will be no consequences. No one is forcing you." The lady thought for a moment and said, "But I'm not sure whether it will change over time, and as long as it changes, the situation will get worse." The chances are much higher than getting better."

"How much higher?" Lumian asked, "90% compared to 10%?"

"No, 99.99% compared to 0.01%." The lady added rigorously, "Of course, this is just my personal judgment, you don't have to believe it."

Lumian suddenly fell into a struggle, and thoughts flooded his mind:

"Recently, I feel more and more that the dream is a hidden danger, and leaving it alone is the worst option...

"But if you really want to explore, when you don't know anything, the possibility of accidents is very high...

"Wait until Aurore gets some information from her pen pals before trying?

"In that case, Aurore will definitely not agree to my using the opportunity of exploring dreams to obtain extraordinary power...

"When I investigate the truth of the legend, am I not searching for extraordinary power...

"That's so dangerous, it can actually lead to death...

"How about doing a preliminary exploration on the edge of the dream ruins instead of venturing deeper? This is also equivalent to gathering intelligence...

"Well, you can tell Aurore about the conversation just now, but you can't mention the possibility of obtaining extraordinary power..."

After gathering his thoughts one by one, Lumian looked at the lady opposite and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?

"Why did you give me that tarot card, why did you give me the opportunity to explore that dream?"

The lady smiled slightly:

"I will tell you when you unlock the secret of the dream."