Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 8

Lumian just had an inspiration suddenly and didn't really want to do it.

Not to mention that so many years have passed, and the life of an owl is much shorter than that of a human. The one that flew when the wizard died should have long since rotted into mud. The number of owls in this mountain alone prevented Lumian from tracking it. The desire to go down.

Too much!

That owl has no obvious characteristics... No, in the legend, the owl has no specific image, and Naroka didn't mention it just now... We still didn't ask carefully enough Lumian came back to his senses and smiled at Raymond:

"Owls associated with wizards may live 100 years."

Seeing that Raymond was getting more and more frightened, he comforted him:

"Don't worry, this is the last option, I don't want to face a monster.

"Let's ask other old people. Maybe there are key clues that Naroka has overlooked."

He then said in a bewitching tone:

"If I were a wizard, I would never take all the treasures with me or put them at home. I would definitely hide some of them somewhere to avoid being suddenly attacked by the Inquisition and having to flee immediately without having time to take anything. , the purse is empty."

One of the important responsibilities of the Inquisition of the "Eternal Sun" Church is to eliminate all wizards and witches, and their "great achievements" are widely spread in the countryside.

"Yes!" Raymond was excited again.

He said with a longing look on his face:

"What a pity. It has been so many years. The treasures collected by the church must have been spent long ago."

"Young man, your idea is very dangerous." Lumian joked.

The two continued to visit old Pierre, Neferria and other elderly people in the Mori family.

Although their answers were similar to Naroka's, Lumian and Raymond, who had gained experience, still asked for more details.

For example, that owl is large and medium-sized, basically the same as its kind: pointed beak, cat-like face, brown feathers with scattered fine spots, brown eye whites, black eyes...

But its size is larger than that of similar owls, and its eyes seem to be able to move, not as stiff and dull as its peers.

In all descriptions, these differences make the owl appear more sinister.

"It seems there are no useful clues now." Lumian said to Raymond on the road leading to the village square, "We can only focus on other legends."

"Yeah." Raymond was no longer as frustrated as he was at the beginning, "Which one should I choose?"

This guy is so active and hard-working... Lumian secretly praised and prepared to give Raymond a reward.

He nodded and said:

"Go back and think about it carefully, and we'll discuss the decision tomorrow.

"I will teach you fighting skills this afternoon."

"Okay!" Raymond was happy for this unexpected thing.

Aurore is very good at fighting. Otherwise, how could she deal with some of the brutal and rude men in the village? Her brother is probably not bad either.

Saying goodbye to Raymond Clegg, Lumian turned onto the path leading to his home.

After walking for a while, he saw several men approaching.

The leader is in his prime, not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall. He is wearing a white robe and has light black hair on his head.

He has a majestic temperament, his facial features can only be described as regular, and the tip of his nose is slightly raised. There is undisguised disgust and malice in his blue eyes looking at Lumian.

This is none other than Guillaume Benet, the parish priest of the Eternal Sun Church in Cordu Village.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time." Guillaume Benet said in a deep voice, "Did you deliberately bring those strangers to the church?"

"I thought you were sleeping in there." Lumian explained forcefully while quietly stepping back.

He could recognize that the person standing next to Guillaume Benet was his brother Pons Benet. This guy was in his early thirties, strong and domineering, and liked to bully the villagers.

The others were thugs who followed him and the priest.

Seeing Lumian retreating, Guillaume Benet winked at Pence.

Pence Bene stepped forward with a ferocious smile:

"You bastard, come here and meet your father, Pons!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and pounced on Lumian, as did the other thugs.

In a rural place like the village of Cordoux, reasoning cannot calm people down or win an apology. Only direct and forceful handling can make people awe. This is something that the parish priest Guillaume Benet knows very well and is used to. Therefore, as soon as he was sure that those outsiders were brought to the church by Lumian, he decided to arrest this kid and beat him so severely that he couldn't get out of bed for a month, and beat him until someone could compensate him for him. .

Of course, you have to avoid Aurore.

As for the law, all you need to do is talk to Beoost, the administrator and territorial judge. The city's sheriff will not go to the countryside to investigate something as trivial as a fight.

As an outsider, Beost would not offend a locally born priest unless there was a huge conflict of interest.

Guillaume Benet felt lucky that the strangers did not publicize his affair with the administrator's wife, Mrs. Poualis, and the other party did not know about it for the time being.

They were faster, and Lumian was faster. As soon as Pence opened his mouth to speak, he turned around and started running wildly.

He has a good understanding of the character and behavior of the curate's group.

A villager once reported to the "Eternal Sun" church in the city, saying that Guillaume Bennet not only had multiple mistresses, but also deducted the believers' dedication to the "Eternal Sun" and bullied others wantonly in the village. He was completely unlike a man. The clergy, and later, one afternoon, the villager somehow fell to his death.

Kick, kick, kick!

A gust of wind blew up as Lumian ran.

"Wait for your dad!" Peng Si shouted as he chased him, and his speed was not slow.

The thugs also followed closely.

After rushing out of the path, Lumian did not run along the avenue, but directly broke into the nearest house.

The family was preparing lunch in the kitchen of the part-time living room, when suddenly they saw such a person running in.

With a whoosh, Lumian walked around them and climbed out of the window behind the kitchen.

When Pons and others chased in, the owner of the house had come to his senses, stood up, intercepted him and asked:

"What?

"What are you doing?"

"Old man, get out of the way!" Pence pushed the male host away fiercely, but it also wasted a little time.

By the time they chased them to the window and climbed out, Lumian had already run into another path.

After chasing for a while, they completely lost Lumian's figure.

"Damn wild dogs!" Pence spat on the side of the road,

Outside the semi-grounded two-story building.

Lumian calmed his breathing and opened the door and entered the house as if nothing had happened.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." A regular shouting reached his ears.

Lumian looked towards the empty space on the other side of the kitchen and saw Aurore, with her blond hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a linen shirt, tight white trousers and dark lambskin boots, jumping around there, full of joy. My head is sweating.
The custom of Kordu Village is that most of the area on the first floor is the kitchen, which is the core of the whole home. It is here for cooking, enjoying food, and gathering with guests.

He's exercising again... Lumian is already familiar with such scenes and is not surprised at all.

Aurore often does strange things and won't give any reason when asked.

At least it's good to exercise, and it's pretty good-looking... Lumian moved closer and watched quietly.

After a while, Aurore stopped moving and bent down to turn off the battery-operated black recorder.

She took the white towel handed by Lumian and ordered while wiping the sweat from her forehead:

"You remember to learn fighting this afternoon."

"I have to study and learn to fight at the same time. Are your demands on me too high?" Lumian complained casually.

Aurore glanced at him and said with a smile:

"You have to remember that our goal is the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetic appreciation, and labor ability!"

The more she talked, the happier she became, as if she remembered some good memories or fun things.

I have failed in ethics... Lumian muttered silently.

He turned to ask:

"What kind of fighting should I learn?"

One of the things that puzzled him was that Aurore, who looked weak and weak, turned out to be a master of fighting, mastering many schools of fighting skills, and was always suppressed to the point where he couldn't fight back.

Aurore thought about it seriously, leaned forward slightly, raised her face half-way, and looked into Lumian's eyes.

She then smiled and said loudly:

"Wolf-proofing!"

"Ah?" Lumian said in surprise, "Isn't this what girls learn?"

Aurore stood up straight, shook her head seriously, and said seriously:

"Boys should protect themselves when they go out.

"Who says boys won't encounter perverts?"

The smile dripping from the corner of her mouth gradually became impossible to hide.

Unable to figure out whether his sister was joking or really planning to do this, Lumian had no choice but to say nothing, took back the white towel, and walked towards the stairs.

Suddenly, his feet tightened, as if he tripped on something, and he fell forward suddenly.

In mid-air, Lumian hurriedly tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, stretched out his arms, pressed the chair next to him, then turned over and barely "landed" safely.

Aurore retracted her outstretched foot and said with a smile:

"One of the essentials of fighting is to observe the environment at all times and not be negligent in the slightest.

"Remember, my rookie brother?"

Just now, her right hand had grabbed Lumian's vest, but she took it back when she saw that the other party had controlled his body.

"Isn't this too trusting of you..." Lumian muttered.

He thought about it carefully and felt that trust in this aspect was meaningless. He didn't know how many similar losses he had suffered in front of Aurore.

Aurore coughed and restrained her expression:

"How was your chat with that woman?"

Lumian briefly recounted the conversation and finally said:

"I plan to wait for your friends to reply before I consider exploring dreams."

"A wise choice." Aurore nodded with satisfaction.

Lumian changed the topic:

"What to eat for lunch?"

"There's still some leftover toast from the morning, so I'll grill you four more lamb chops." Aurore thought for a while and said.

"What about you?" Lumian asked.

Aurore said casually:

"I just have shredded bamboo chicken with truffle, and then add cheese and onion soup. I tried it last time and found it quite..."

Before she finished speaking, her whole body suddenly froze.

The next second, she raised her hands to block her ears, and the muscles on her face gradually became distorted.

This made her beauty look a little ferocious.

Lumi watched quietly, his eyes full of concern and worry.

After a while, Aurore exhaled a long breath and returned to normal.

Her forehead was covered with sweat again.

"What's wrong?" Lumian asked.

Aurore smiled:

"The tinnitus has struck again. It's not like you don't know that I have this old problem."

Lumian did not ask further questions and instead said:

"Well, then I'll make lunch and you can have a good rest."

Whenever this happens, his desire to obtain extraordinary power becomes more urgent and determined.