Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 14

After some searching, Lumian found a lot of gold, silver and copper coins, totaling 197 Firkin and 25 Coppets.

Here, there are five gold Louis pieces.

As for the paper money, he found only what appeared to be remains.

In addition to money, Lumian also found a little blue book.

This book has a gray-blue cover, is 16 karat in size, and is widely available in villages and towns in Intis.

It is based on the calendar and combines the almanac with the religious teachings of the two major churches. It plays a very positive role in guiding farmers and herdsmen in farming, production and grazing, and enriching their spiritual lives.

Of course, even though it has been nearly two hundred years since Emperor Russell the Great initiated compulsory education, there are still a large number of farmers, herdsmen, and workers who do not know a few words and are illiterate. They can only rely on the explanations of some people around them. Get the tips you want from the Little Blue Book.

Lumian flipped through a few pages at random and found that the little blue book was no different from the one at home, except that it looked a little older overall.

"With the Little Blue Book and so many Ferkin, this family is definitely one of the very well-off in the countryside. There are no more than five similar families in Kordu Village..." Lumian threw away the little The blue book put the gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins into different pockets in different categories--some were hidden deep in the pockets of the cotton coat inside, some were placed in the trouser pockets, and some were stuffed randomly. In the pocket of the leather jacket.

Although Lumian knew that the money could not bring reality, he could not help but collect and save it.

These little gold, silver or copper-colored things always caught his eye.

In his wandering life in the past, he cherished even the copper coins of one kope or one lick very much. He often fought with others and took risks to do certain things.

After looking around, Lumian picked up his ax and dived towards the collapsed building closer to the reddish-brown mountain.

He went deeper and deeper, and every time he passed through the empty space in the middle of the ring, he was terrified, fearing that dozens of monsters would suddenly surge out and surround him in an unobstructed place.

In the light gray mist, Lumian hunched his back and came to a half-collapsed stone wall, squatting there to hide his figure.

He cautiously stuck his head out and looked ahead.

It was a narrow strip of land between two rows of destroyed buildings. There were no trees or weeds, just gravel, cracks and dirt.

Suddenly, a figure jumped into Lumian's eyes.

"He" stood in the building opposite, staring at something.

This figure was wearing a hooded black robe, and there was nothing weird about his back, just like an ordinary human being.

Lumian's heart tightened and he became increasingly vigilant.

In such a dream ruin, the appearance of normal people is much scarier than the appearance of monsters!

As if aware that someone was watching him, the figure slowly turned around.

Lumian took a quick glance, quickly retracted his head, leaned his back against the wall, and did not dare to move.

Just by looking at it like this, he had the illusion that he was in hell or the abyss.

That figure is indeed a person, but "he" has three faces and six eyes!

The face on the front has cloudy eyes, sparse eyebrows, and many wrinkles, making him look like an old man;

The left side has sharp edges, clear blue eyes, and a thick and dark beard, like a strong man;

The skin on the right side is smooth and delicate, like a shelled egg. There is obvious innocence and ignorance in a pair of blue eyes. At first glance, he cannot be more than five years old.

"What kind of monster is this..." Lumian tried to control his breathing to prevent his heart from beating rapidly.

Even in Aurore's horror stories, such monsters have never appeared. They can only be encountered in the deepest, deepest and most absurd nightmares.

Although it is not good to recognize "people" by their appearance, Lumian intuitively believed that the three-faced monster was many times more powerful than the previous skinless monster just based on his appearance!

Moreover, it has a high probability of possessing extraordinary power.

"The eternal blazing sun, great father, please protect me from being discovered by it..." At this scene, the pan-believer Lumian couldn't help but pray to the "eternal blazing sun".

If he hadn't been holding an ax in one hand, and if the environment hadn't been dangerous, he would have spread his arms in a "praising the sun" gesture.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and Lumian thought he might be hallucinating:

There seemed to be eyes that penetrated the wall and fell on his back.

His back instantly stiffened, feeling vaguely hot.

In just a second or two, this illusion disappeared, and the heavy footsteps moved into the distance.

Lumian waited for a while, until the footsteps completely disappeared, then slowly straightened his knees, turned around, stuck out his head, and looked forward.

The monster went further, reaching behind the building with intact sides and a collapsed middle, revealing half of its body in the faint gray mist.

"He" still had his back to Lumian, as if he had turned into a statue.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Facing this kind of monster, he had no confidence at all.

"It's definitely not possible to go straight into the ruins from here... go around?

"Are there no similar monsters elsewhere?

"The closer you get to that mountain peak, the more powerful the monsters will be?"

Lumian retracted his body, thought for a while, and decided to end it for the night.

He planned to ask the woman who gave him the tarot cards after dawn to see if there was any way to deal with the three-faced monster. If it was not possible, he would not consider taking a detour.

He arched his back, broke away from the wall, and headed towards where he came from.

At this time, he had an idea:

"If I fall asleep in this ruins, will I be able to escape from the dream?"

Considering the large number of monsters around him, he temporarily suppressed the urge to try.

On the way back, he quickly searched every destroyed building he passed, but found no useful written information, and even only a few coins.

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After retreating for a while, Lumian thought about it and decided to take a slight detour and approach the burned-out house that he first arrived from the side, where he buried the skinless monster.

He wanted to observe whether the monster's death would be noticed by its kind and whether it would induce some changes.

After finding a position and hiding his body, Lumian stuck his head out from the side and looked at the target area.

The next second, he saw another "figure".

The figure looked half human and half beast, with its legs folded forward and squatting there, inspecting the body of the skinless monster.

It had broken open the stone bricks and wooden blocks that Lumian had piled up.

It was wearing a dark jacket and tight muddy trousers, its black hair was messy and greasy, hanging down to its neck, and it had a shotgun slung behind its back.

Shotgun!

Lumian quickly looked away and retracted his head.

"These monsters are so outrageous!

"You can actually use a shotgun..."

At this moment, Lumian felt like he was a hunter, going up the mountain with weapons and friends to hunt, only to find that the rabbit opposite was holding a water-cooled machine gun, aiming at himself and others, a sense of absurdity, disillusionment, and loss.

Time passed by, and he waited patiently for the monster with the shotgun to leave.

Finally, he heard a slight movement, gradually moving away.

Lumian cautiously stuck his head out again and looked at the half-human, half-beast monster.

"It" walked in the posture of a cat, heading towards the back of the building.

Lumian's heart dropped at first, and then his eyes widened.

He found that the monster's path completely coincided with the route he took when he went deep into the ruins!

"It's following me!

"It has very strong tracking capabilities beyond normal!"

Lumian made a subconscious judgment.

He was extremely lucky that when he came back, he had a sudden idea and took a detour, otherwise he would have been in trouble or even been ambushed!

As soon as the monster figure disappeared, Lumian quickly got up and ran towards his home.

The red fire reflected in the glass windows on the ground floor of the house was like sunlight that could dispel the darkness.

Lumian ran all the way outside his two-story building, opened the ajar door, and rushed in.

After locking the door, he looked through the window at the ruins.

In the distance of the gray fog, on the edge of the ruins, there was a vague figure standing, but it did not come closer.

Phew, Lumian breathed out, ready to put out the fire, go upstairs to sleep, and leave the dreamland.

He glanced at the still burning fire and muttered in his heart:

"It can still burn for a while...

"You can test it and see if it continues to burn until it goes out after I leave the dream, or if it freezes at the moment I left..."

Lumian had previously confirmed through the rain that the wilderness where the ruins were located was in a state of natural development, and it had nothing to do with whether he was dreaming or not. However, it remained to be verified whether the same situation was the same in his own house, in the so-called safe zone.

He did what he thought of, added a few more coals to the fire, fiddled with them a bit, and then carried the ax and steel fork up to the second floor and entered the bedroom.
When Lumian woke up, it was just dawn.

He checked the shirt-like pajamas, and found to his surprise that the gold, silver, and copper coins had not followed him to reality.

After getting up and moving his body, Lumian walked to the desk and stretched out his hand to open the curtains.

In the harsh voice, soft and clear light flowed in.

And as the window opened, the fresh and natural air penetrated Lumian's nose, making him stretch out and felt that sometimes it was nice to get up early.

Of course, this is also thanks to the "Patriotic Hygiene Movement" vigorously promoted by Emperor Russell. Even if this did not have a great impact on the countryside, it eventually brought about certain improvements. At least the feces became a treasure and would not be everywhere. , and thanks to the subsequent rulers who retained it and just changed the name.

His eyes wandered around, sometimes looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, sometimes at the orange-red clouds on the horizon, and sometimes at the weeds outside the house.

Suddenly, Lumian's vision froze.

He saw a larger bird sitting on an elm tree not far away.

The bird has a pointed beak, a cat-like face, brown feathers dotted with fine spots, and brown eye whites with black eyes, making it look very energetic.
This is an owl.
It seemed to be looking at Lumian.