The wind outside the window rustled past, almost silently. In this peaceful state, Lumian let his thoughts wander, thinking about some things instinctively:
"There was still light on in the corridor. It looked like Leah hadn't slept yet. She was still reading Aurore's collection of books...
"There is no light in my bedroom. Valentine should be in bed, and Ryan is not sure what he is doing...
"Haha, they didn't bring any wine when they came the first time. They don't know the customs of Dariege at all...
"If the cycle can really be broken, my sister can become an informant for the Eighth Bureau. Then, she won't have to worry about being investigated when she goes to Trier... As for me, I'm just an informant, so I don't need to do any special testing, right
"Now, the whole thing has a complete speculation. The only thing that is uncertain is what role the owl and the dead wizard in the tomb played in this...
"If they were the ones who bewitched the parish priest and others, causing the anomaly, hoping to achieve some purpose with the help of the Twelfth Night ritual, then why didn't they take any action during these cycles other than monitoring my progress in exploring the Dream Ruins
"Could it be that, like Madam Pualis, they are also waiting for a specific time node, or waiting for the ritual of Twelfth Night, intending to complete the destroyed part, so they don't want the cycle to change and always restart in advance
"Their actions also prove that the key to the cycle lies with me, so they come again and again to confirm how far I have explored in the dream ruins...
“If I had solved the secret of dreams and mastered the method of recycling pollution before the arrival of the Twelfth Night, would they no longer worry about the possibility of the cycle restarting early and directly attack me and forcibly control me
"Well, they probably also retain their memories..."
As all kinds of thoughts were running through his mind, Lumian suddenly heard a very slight noise.
"Meh..."
That was the sound of sheep, as if it came from far away.
Lumian instantly thought of the three people who turned into sheep and the shepherd Pierre Berry.
He wouldn't really want to attack us in the dead of night, would he? Lumian stood up and listened.
Outside the window there was only the sound of wind blowing through leaves and branches, there was no "bleating" sound.
It seemed that Lumian was just thinking too hard just now, so he had hallucinations.
But he didn't think so because he felt a slight heat in the left side of his chest.
The black thorn symbol seemed to stand out again!
This means that some invisible force closely related to the hidden existence has quietly infiltrated this room.
Lumian didn't bother to think too much, rushed to the bed and shook Auror.
"Wake up! Wake up!" he shouted in a low voice.
He was instinctively worried that Leah, Ryan and Valentine would notice something was wrong with him.
Aurore opened her eyes, and there was still obvious confusion and bewilderment in her light blue pupils.
"What time is it?" She asked in a slightly weak voice, and it was obvious that she was not fully awake yet.
"Something's going on." Lumian gave the key words first, and then said, "There's still half an hour until ten o'clock."
They are one of the few families in the village with wall clocks.
Aurora's eyes suddenly became sharp. She sat up quickly, raised her right hand, and pinched her temples on both sides.
At times like this, she didn't even consider what would happen if she saw something she shouldn't see.
If you can't find the anomaly and confirm the problem as soon as possible, you may not need to look at anything in the future.
The dead don't need eyes!
As her eyes became deeper, seeming to reflect many strange and indescribable lights and shadows, Auror looked around.
Lumian took this opportunity to tell his sister details such as he heard a sheep cry from far away and the black thorn symbol on his chest was activated.
Aurore frowned and said: "But I didn't find anything..."
"The burning sensation in my chest is still there," Lumian responded in a deep voice.
He was inexplicably terrified, feeling that the darkness around him was not simple but concealed unspeakable dangers.
Aurore looked around the room carefully and attentively, trying to find the unknown thing.
In silence, Lumian broke out in layers of sweat on his back, which formed a sharp contrast with the burning sensation in his left chest.
He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we tell Ryan and the others to see if they can find out the problem?"
Aurore thought for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Use your sudden premonition of danger as an excuse."
“Okay.” Lumian opened his mouth and was about to shout outside.
Suddenly, he was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Aurore asked with concern.
Lumian frowned and replied: "The heat in my chest is disappearing quickly..."
That means the black thorn symbol is gradually "fading".
"The danger that invaded our room left?" Aurore said thoughtfully, "Because we prepared in advance, so it didn't do anything?"
“Maybe.” Lumian turned and shouted towards the corridor, “Something’s going on!”
In the blink of an eye, Ryan appeared at the door, followed by Leah, and finally Valentine, who looked like he was woken up.
Without waiting for them to ask, Lumian replaced the burning sensation in his chest with a premonition of danger and recounted what had just happened.
Ryan listened attentively, without questioning whether it was Lumian's hallucination, and said with emotion: "Taking turns on night duty is indeed useful.
"Most of the time this may just be boring waiting, but whenever it comes in handy, it is almost like saving everyone's life."
As he spoke, he made the pure morning light appear all around him, and walked around every room on the second floor.
Although he failed to find the evil power, he at least sanctified the environment.
Leah was walking around muttering to herself, the little silver bells on her veil and boots jingling sometimes loudly and sometimes quietly.
Finally, she said to Aurore and Lumian, "It was really dangerous just now, and it has a certain anti-divination power, so my seal did not give a timely warning. I'm afraid that this broken bell will not ring until it really starts to attack someone.
“But now, it’s gone.”
"That's good." Aurora breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maybe it's not it." Lumian regained his normal state and said with a smile, "It's them."
"... ..." Ryan and others were silent.
"This is even more terrifying!" Aurore cursed Lumian and said to the three investigators, "Since the alarm has been lifted, let's continue with the previous arrangement."
She did not discuss who the "erosion" just now came from. There were too many possibilities, such as the shepherd Pierre Berry, the unknown figure in the tomb, or the abnormal vice-chaplain.
In the absence of sufficient clues, aimless discussions will only waste everyone's rest time, so it is better to wait until daytime.
For now, they just need to remember that the night is indeed dangerous and that real people are trying to deal with them, so they must be more vigilant.
After Leah and the others returned to their rooms, Lumian glanced at the wall clock in the crimson moonlight that seeped in from the window and said to Aurore, "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"
"No, it's too uncomfortable to fall asleep and wake up at this time." Auror opened her arms and stretched her body decently. "Hey, in order to deal with unexpected situations, this skirt hides a lot of spellcasting materials and useful items. I didn't dare to turn over just now, for fear of hurting myself, so I slept very stiffly."
As she spoke, she jumped out of bed, walked to the window, pulled open the curtains and looked outside.
The village of Cordu was peaceful and many houses still had their lights on.
“Actually, I thought the owl couldn’t help but attack us, but there was no sign of it outside.” Aurore looked around and explained her actions to Lumian.
Lumian nodded. "I thought so too."
He then told his sister everything he had just thought about, in a low voice.
"Not bad, your ability to analyze problems has improved. I don't have much to add." Aurore praised with a smile, "But we can't take the initiative to do anything. The tomb is too dangerous..."
At this point, she said, "Uh." "When it gets light, we can go visit Mrs. Pualis and tell her your speculation that the possible purpose of the dead wizard and the owl might affect her ability to escape the cycle at a certain moment."
"Okay, I'll go by myself." Lumian was worried that Mrs. Puaris was planning something bad to her sister.
Aurore didn't try to be brave, and just said, "Be careful, don't anger her, otherwise..."
She cast her gaze towards Lumian's belly, using this action to replace the following words.
Then, Aurore sighed and said, "In fact, the mysterious lady in the old tavern is obviously stronger, but she doesn't want to directly interfere in the affairs of the loop, so she can't take us to investigate the tomb."
“Yes.” Lumian agreed.
He then said, "But I'm still going to go to the old tavern tomorrow to see if I can run into her. What if she changes her mind?"
"Yeah." Aurore didn't object.
The brother and sister chatted in low voices, letting time pass by, and soon, it was midnight.
After handing over to Leah in the study, Lumian returned to Auror's bedroom and lay down next to his sister.
Smelling the familiar scent and feeling the soft and elastic pillow, he was unable to fall asleep for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Aurore noticed his stiffness.
“I’m not used to it.” Lumian replied a little stiffly.
Auro sneered immediately: "Is this still the brave Lumian?"
Without waiting for her brother to respond, she exhaled slowly and said with a smile, "Do you remember when you first followed me, you were afraid that I would sneak away, and you always refused to sleep at night and were very vigilant?"
“I remember.” Lumian also fell into memory, “Back then, you would hum songs for me and let me fall asleep listening to your voice.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the familiar melody, soft and soothing, which made people feel peaceful both physically and mentally.
Sitting on the bed, Aurore looked ahead at the crimson darkness, and hummed the melody from her hometown with a gentle and sad expression.
That was the song her mother sang to put her to sleep when she was a child.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."
In the gentle melody, Lumian gradually let go of his discomfort and fell into a deep sleep.
Lumian woke up in a place filled with light gray mist.
He looked around and found that he was not in his sister's bedroom, but still in his original room.