Lumian just suddenly had such an inspiration and didn't really want to do it.
Not to mention that so many years had passed since the incident, and the lifespan of an owl was much shorter than that of a human. The one that flew over when the wizard died should have rotted into mud long ago. The number of owls in this mountain alone made Lumian have no desire to track them down.
Too much!
That owl doesn’t have any obvious features... No, in the legend, that owl doesn’t have a specific image, and Naroka didn’t mention it just now... We didn’t ask carefully enough... Lumian came back to his senses and smiled at Raymond:
"An owl associated with wizards might live 100 years."
Seeing that Raymond was getting more and more scared, he comforted him:
“Don’t worry, this is the last option, I don’t want to face a monster.
"Let's ask other elders. Maybe they have some key clues that Naroka has overlooked."
He then said in a bewitching tone:
"If I were a wizard, I would never carry all my treasures with me or keep them at home. I would definitely hide some of them somewhere, so that I wouldn't be caught by surprise by the Inquisition and would not have time to take anything. When I have to flee immediately, my purse is empty."
One of the important duties of the Inquisition of the "Eternal Sun" Church is to eliminate all wizards and witches, and their "great achievements" are widely circulated in the countryside.
"Yes!" Raymond was excited again.
He said with a longing look:
"What a pity! It's been so many years. The treasures that the church searched for must have been spent long ago."
"Young man, this idea of yours 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 experience, still asked for more details.
For example, the owl was medium-sized and similar to its peers: pointed beak, cat-like face, brown feathers with scattered spots, brown-yellow eye whites, and black pupils...
But its body size is larger than similar owls, and its eyes seem to be able to move, unlike its peers which look stiff and dull.
In all descriptions, these differences make the owl seem more sinister.
"It seems there are no useful clues right now." Lumian said to Raymond on the way to the village square, "We can only focus on other legends."
"Well." Raymond was no longer as frustrated as he had been at first. "Which one should I choose?"
This guy is so active and hardworking... Lumian secretly praised him and prepared to give Raymond a reward.
He nodded and said:
“Go back and think about it carefully, and then discuss and decide tomorrow.
"I'll teach you fighting skills in the afternoon."
"Good!" Raymond was happy about this unexpected thing.
Aurore is a very good fighter, otherwise how could she deal with some of the barbaric and rude men in the village? Her brother should be no worse.
After saying goodbye to Raymond Craig, Lumian turned onto the path leading to his home.
After walking for a while, he saw a few men coming towards him.
The leader was in his prime, not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a white robe and with light black hair.
He had a dignified temperament, his facial features could only be described as regular, his nose slightly raised, and his blue eyes, as he looked at Lumian, were filled with undisguised disgust and malice.
This is none other than Father Guillaume Bennet, the parish priest of the Eternal Sun Church in the village of Cordu.
"I've been waiting for you for a while." Guillaume Bene said in a deep voice, "Did you bring those strangers to the church on purpose?"
“I thought you were sleeping in there,” Lumian forced himself to explain, quietly stepping back.
He recognized that the person standing next to Guillaume Bennet was his younger brother Pons Bennet, a guy in his early thirties, with a strong build, a domineering personality, and who liked to bully the villagers.
The others were thugs who followed him and the parish priest.
Seeing Lumian retreat, Guillaume Bene winked at Pons.
Pons Bene stepped forward with a grim smile:
"You bastard boy, come and meet your father, Pons!"
Before he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and rushed towards Lumian, and the other thugs did the same.
In a rural place like Cordu Village, reasoning will not intimidate people or elicit apologies. Only direct and forceful handling can make people fear you. The parish priest, Guillaume Bennet, is well aware of this and is accustomed to doing things this way. Therefore, as soon as he was sure that those strangers were brought to the church by Lumian, he decided to capture the guy and beat him up so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for a month, and until someone compensated him.
Of course, we have to avoid Aurore.
As for the law, all he had to do was tell the administrator and territorial judge, Beiost. The city's sheriff would not go to the countryside to investigate a minor matter like a fight.
As an outsider, Beiost would not offend a local-born priest unless there was a huge conflict of interest.
Guillaume Bennet felt lucky that the outsiders had not spread the news of his affair with Madame Puaris, the administrator's wife, so the other party did not know about it for the time being.
They were fast, but Lumian was faster. As soon as Pons opened his mouth to speak, he turned around and ran away.
He was quite familiar with the character and style of the parish priest and his gang.
Once a villager reported to the "Eternal Sun" church in the city that Guillaume Bennet not only had multiple mistresses, but also withheld the believers' donations to the "Eternal Sun" and bullied others in the village at will, not acting like a clergyman at all. Later, one afternoon, the villager somehow fell to his death.
Dengdengdeng!
Lumian ran so fast that a gust of wind blew up.
"Wait for your dad!" Pons shouted as he chased, and his speed was surprisingly not slow.
The thugs followed closely behind.
Rushing out of the alley, Lumian did not run along the main road, but directly broke into the nearest house.
The family was preparing lunch in the kitchen of the part-time living room when they suddenly saw this person running in.
With a whoosh, Lumian bypassed 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 to intercept them and asked:
“What
"What are you doing?"
"Get out of the way, old man!" Pons pushed the man away viciously, but it also wasted some time.
By the time they reached the window and climbed out, Lumian had already run into another alley.
After chasing for a while, they completely lost sight of Lumian.
"Damn wild dog!" Pons spat a mouthful of green phlegm onto the side of the road.
… …
The exterior of the semi-underground two-story building.
Lumian calmed his breathing and walked into the room as if nothing had happened.
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." A regular shouting came into his ears.
Lumian looked towards the empty space on the other side of the kitchen and saw Aurore, with her blonde hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a linen shirt, tight white trousers, and dark lambskin boots. She was jumping around there, sweating all over her face.
—The custom in Koldu Village is that most of the first floor is the kitchen, which is the core of the entire home. Cooking is done here, food is enjoyed here, and guests gather here.
Exercising again... Lumian was already familiar with such scenes and was not surprised at all.
Aurore often does strange things and won't tell you the reason when asked.
At least exercising is a good thing, and it looks pretty good... Lumian moved closer and watched quietly.
After a while, Aurore stopped moving, bent down and turned off the black battery-powered recorder.
She took the white towel handed to her by Lumian and wiped the sweat from her forehead while saying:
"Remember to learn fighting this afternoon."
"I have to study and learn fighting skills at the same time. Aren't you asking too much of me?" 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, physique, aesthetic appreciation, and labor ability!"
The more she spoke, the happier she became, as if she was recalling some good memories or fun things.
I already failed the moral test... Lumian muttered silently.
He then asked:
"Which kind of fighting skills should I learn?"
One of the things that puzzled him was that the seemingly weak Aurore was actually a master of fighting, mastering many styles of fighting techniques, and always suppressing him so that he could not fight back.
Aurore thought about it seriously, leaned forward slightly, half raised her face, and looked into Lumian's eyes.
She then laughed and said loudly:
"Anti-wolf technique!"
“Huh?” Lumian asked in surprise, “Isn’t this something girls learn?”
Aurore stood up straight, shook her head seriously, and said earnestly:
“Boys must protect themselves when they go out.
"Who says boys won't encounter perverts?"
The smile on her lips gradually became impossible to conceal.
Unable to figure out whether his sister was joking or really meant to do this, Lumian kept silent, took back the white towel, and walked towards the stairs.
Suddenly, his feet tightened and he seemed to have tripped over something, and he fell forward violently.
In mid-air, Lumian hurriedly tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, stretched out his arms, pressed down the chair next to him, then flipped over and barely "landed" safely.
Aurore retracted her outstretched foot and chuckled:
"One of the essentials of fighting is to observe the environment at all times and not be negligent in the slightest.
"Remember that, my rookie brother?"
Just now, her right hand had already grabbed Lumian's vest, but when she saw that the other party had controlled his body, she retracted it.
“Isn’t this too much trust in you…” Lumian muttered.
He thought about it carefully and felt that trust in this regard was meaningless. He didn't know how many similar losses he had suffered in front of Auror.
Aurore coughed and restrained her expression:
"How was the conversation with that woman?"
Lumian recounted the conversation briefly, and concluded:
"I plan to wait for your friends to reply before considering exploring the dream world."
"A wise choice." Aurore nodded with satisfaction.
Lumian changed the subject:
"What to eat for lunch?"
"There's still some toast left from this morning. I'll grill you four more lamb chops." Aurore thought for a moment and said.
"What about you?" Lumian asked.
Aurore said casually:
"I just have truffle bamboo chicken and cheese onion soup. I tried it last time and found it was quite..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly froze.
The next second, she raised her hands and tried to cover her ears, and the muscles on her face gradually twisted.
This made her beauty look a little hideous.
Lumian watched quietly, his eyes full of concern and worry.
After a while, Aurora let out a long breath and returned to normal.
Her forehead was covered with sweat again.
"What's wrong?" Lumian asked.
Aurore smiled:
"My tinnitus has come back. You know I have this problem."
Lumian did not ask further questions, but said:
"Well, I'll make lunch, and you can rest."
At times like this, his desire to acquire supernatural powers became more urgent and determined.