Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 52

"It's all your fault!

"It's all your fault!

"damn it!

"Son of a bitch!"

Guillaume Benet kept punching the air in front of him, as if there was an invisible creature standing there.

His expression was full of hatred, and his inner emotions were vented unabashedly.

Aurore deepened the darkness in her eyes and directed "White Paper" to look at the void where the priest struck.

There was nothing there, no indescribable creatures, no transparent and illusory existence, nothing but air.

"I have been dissatisfied with someone for a long time, but I dare not express it in person." Lumian clicked his tongue next to him, "Who is he blaming?"

Aurore shook her head and replied casually:

"It may be the bishop who suppresses him and prevents him from being promoted to the divine level and gaining extraordinary power, or it may be someone who lures him to convert to a hidden existence, hoping to obtain a gift and become stronger..."

She felt that as the deputy deacon of the Eternal Sun Church and a powerful person presiding over a rural church, it was not easy for the priest to establish contact with a hidden existence through his own efforts.

For events involving extraordinary power, he will definitely ask the church in the Daliege area for assistance. The corresponding magical items and witchcraft notes must also be handed over to the inquisition for safekeeping or even sealing. They will not be left in the church in Kordu Village, nor will they be left in the church in Kordu Village. The most important thing is that he can master the ancient Fusac language, which is good. Hermetic, Elvish and other languages that can mobilize supernatural power are not accessible to him as a deputy deacon, and Aurore uses the "Eye of Peeping Secrets" It has long been confirmed that he is not the kind of person who is born with high spirituality and accidentally attracts evil things.

Therefore, without someone's "teaching", what can the priest do to contact the hidden existence?

Of course, Aurore did not rule out the possibility that Guillaume Benet accidentally obtained the occult items but failed to hand them over.

Hearing his sister's words, Lumian laughed:

"Isn't this priest allowed to scold that hidden being?

"He dares to make Saint Sith feel wronged. It is not impossible for him to seduce him behind the back of that secret existence."

After mocking Guillaume Benet, Lumian carefully analyzed:

"I was thinking about why the priest suddenly fell. After thinking about it, I think there are two suspects, uh, suspects. One is Mrs. Poialis. She is obviously very powerful, whether it is Louis who gave birth to the child in the castle. Lund, or the woman suspected of being her who was surrounded by the undead in the wilderness, all show that she is not simple, involving abnormal ways and hidden existences, and as one of Mrs. Pualis's affair partners, the priest was attracted by her Seduction is normal.

"correct"

Lumian slapped his head suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Aurore didn't know what his brother was thinking of.

Lumian replied seriously:

"Tell me, has the priest ever given birth to a child for Mrs. Poialis?"

"..." Aurore regrets now, regretting that she believed in her brother's performance and thought she had made some important discovery.

She asked angrily:

"Who told you that Louis Lund's child belongs to Mrs. Poialis?

"What if it belongs to Administrator Beost? What if it belongs to a certain secret existence? No, it's not. If it were, you would have exploded when you saw that scene and turned into a monster."

"I just feel that when the Administrator and Mrs. Pualis are together, Mrs. Pualis is obviously more dominant." Before the cycle started, Lumian felt that Administrator Beoost was a bit weak. , who is not good at teaching housekeeping and can't stand his wife. When he appears with Mrs. Pualis, he always feels like trying to please the latter.

Lumian originally thought that the administrator loved his wife, but now he has a new guess:

"Do you think the Administrator is another reproductive tool for Mrs. Pualis?"

"Maybe." Aurore held her forehead, "The world of occultism really opened my eyes. Many plots that only exist in novels and imagination have been realized in this way, in a twisted way... "

After sighing, she said to herself:

"It seems that more than one child was born in the castle. Where did the children go?"

Lumian thought for a while and said he had no way of guessing.

He did not dare to suggest sneaking into the castle and conducting a detailed search. After witnessing Louis Lund and what happened in the wilderness, he subconsciously wanted to avoid Mrs. Pualis' line.

The same is true for Aurore. Both siblings have a deep fear of Mrs. Pualis.

At this time, the priest, who had vented for a while, walked to the table in the room, poured a small glass of red wine, and drank it.

He took a long breath, put down the tall glass, and walked to the bed.

It wasn't until the priest's breathing became more relaxed and he seemed to have fallen asleep that Lumian mocked:

"Going to bed so early?

"I thought he would find another mistress. Well, he doesn't smoke in private."

This is inferred from the fact that no cigarette boxes, pipes or other items were found in the bedroom.

"He only tasted the wine, and everyone said he was normal." Aurore said with a "haha" smile.

She asked "White Paper" to observe it for a while, and when she saw that nothing was gained, she ordered it to return. She turned her head to Lumian and said:

"You just mentioned one suspect, is there another one?"

"That sneaky owl that can only peek!" Lumian expressed his speculation, "Maybe it led the priest to find the legacy of the legendary wizard."

"Yeah." Aurore felt that the possibility was not small.

Lumian then suggested:

"Next time that owl comes to see me, we'll capture it and torture it."

"Are you sure you can beat an owl that has lived for who knows how many years?" Aurore said with a smile.

"Isn't it you?" Lumian put a high hat on his sister's head.

Aurore said "heh":

"Together, the two of us have little chance of success.

"Uh... But you can try. If you don't do anything, you won't find anything. It's a waste of time. Well, the premise is that it doesn't affect the arrival of Twelfth Night. That's the key. key."

Lumian nodded heavily.

Seeing that his face was tired and pale, Aurore reached out to catch the "white paper" that flew back and ordered:

"You have practiced your spiritual vision too many times today. You can go to bed and recuperate your energy to continue tomorrow."

She thought for a while and added:

"Tomorrow morning, I will teach you Hermetic, which is relatively simple among the supernatural languages. In the afternoon, you go to Pierre Berry and ask him to treat you to a drink. I will take the opportunity to go to his sheepfold and talk to the three Let’s talk to the sheep and see if we can get any useful information.”

She feels this is the easiest line to investigate at the moment.

"Is it too dangerous?" Lumian asked, having already stood up.

Aurore smiled and comforted her brother:

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill them, nor am I going to immediately find a way to help them return to their human state, so as not to trigger possible alarms. I'm just going to communicate with them in Plateau language. They should know something."

Lumian nodded:

"I'm going to the old tavern tomorrow afternoon. I plan to 'get acquainted' with those three strangers. They can be regarded as trustworthy helpers."

Of course, the premise is that the identities of the two siblings as wild extraordinary beings are not exposed.

"Okay." Aurore agreed with her brother's choice.

In the light gray fog, Lumian woke up on the bed in the dream bedroom.

Not surprisingly, he found that the gold coins, silver coins, copper coins on his body and the axes, steel forks and other items beside him were all missing.

The dream ruins also began a new cycle.

I have to pick it up again... Lumian muttered as he left the bedroom and entered the study.

He picked up the little blue book on the table and flipped through it, seeing that many words had been cut out.

"As expected, it was the letter for help that I sent..." Lumian no longer had any emotional ups and downs about this.

Moreover, he suspected that it was "sent" under the guidance of Aurore. After all, he had no knowledge of mysticism at the time and would most likely choose to find a reliable messenger or wait for the postman to arrive.

Thinking of the postman, Lumian realized that the guy who came once a week was not in the loop.

He thought for a while and felt that this was normal. After receiving a request for help and confirming that there was something abnormal in Kordu Village, the officials would probably find some excuse to prevent ordinary people from entering Kordu.

Lumian looked around randomly to see if there was any box that could store letters, but he couldn't remember how many similar things Aurore had collected, so he quickly gave up trying.

Without affecting his actions, Lumian put on some clothes and trousers, took the iron-black axe, and left the house again, entering the wilderness full of cracks and heading towards the ruins surrounding the dark red "peaks". Go.

With his previous experience, he easily dealt with the two monsters he was familiar with. He put the shotgun on his back, hung up the bag with lead bullets, and placed various coins.

Lumian sneaked forward cautiously, deliberately not choosing the path he originally took, and changing the direction to go deeper------He felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to deal with that head with three faces. monster.

As he walked through the buildings that collapsed in the light gray mist, he sniffed as he had been concentrating.

He smelled a faint smell of blood.

After thinking for a moment, Lumian dived along the shadows towards the place where the smell of blood came from.

Not long after, he hid in a hidden space on the top of a semi-collapsed house, looking through the large gaps between several stones to somewhere ahead.

On the weedless wasteland, between several completely collapsed and messy buildings, there was a mass of flesh and blood crawling there.

This flesh and blood was mixed with some yellow fat, and the whole thing looked like a creature had been crushed by a falling boulder.

It actually still had vitality, slowly crawling towards a certain building.

"How to deal with this kind of monster? Behead it? It doesn't even have a head..." Lumian fell into deep thought.

At this moment, several dark black, obviously elastic "thick ropes" covered with fleshy membranes came out from nowhere and tied up the mass of flesh and blood.