“It’s all your fault!
“It’s all your fault!
"damn it!
"Son of a bitch!"
Guillaume Bene kept punching the air in front of him, as if there was an invisible creature standing there.
His expression was filled with hatred, and his inner emotions were vented without any concealment.
Aurore deepened the darkness in her eyes, and directed the "white paper" to look at the void that the parish priest had struck.
There was nothing there, no indescribable creatures, no transparent and illusory existences, nothing but air.
"He's been unhappy with someone for a long time, but he doesn't dare to express it in person." Lumian said, "Tsk, who is he blaming?"
Aurore shook her head and answered casually:
"It could be a bishop who suppressed him and prevented him from ascending to the divine rank and gaining extraordinary powers. It could also be someone who tempted him to convert to a secret existence in the hope of gaining a gift and becoming stronger..."
She felt that as the deputy deacon of the "Eternal Sun" Church and a powerful figure in a rural church, it would not be easy for the parish priest to establish a connection with a mysterious existence through his own efforts.
For incidents involving supernatural powers, he would certainly 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 sealed, and would not be left in the church in Cordu Village. More importantly, it was good enough that he could master the ancient Feysac language. The Hermetic language, the Elvish language and other languages that could mobilize supernatural powers were not something that a deputy deacon like him could access. Aurore had already confirmed through the "Eye of Prying Mysteries" that he was not the kind of person who was born with a high spirituality and would easily attract evil things if he was not careful.
So, without someone's "teachings", how can the parish priest contact the hidden existence
Of course, Aurore did not rule out the possibility that Guillaume Bene had accidentally obtained the occult item and had not handed it over.
Hearing his sister's words, Lumian laughed:
"Isn't it allowed for the parish priest to curse that hidden being
"He dared to let Saint Sith suffer a little, so it is not impossible for him to blame it for seducing him behind the secret existence's back."
After mocking Guillaume Bene, Lumian analyzed seriously:
"I have been wondering why the parish priest suddenly fell. After thinking about it, I think there are two suspects. One is Mrs. Pualis. She is obviously very powerful. Whether it is Louis Longde who gave birth to a child in the castle or the woman who is surrounded by undead in the wilderness, it shows that she is not simple. She is involved in abnormal channels and secret existence. As one of Mrs. Pualis's affair objects, it is normal for the parish priest to be seduced by her.
"correct… "
Lumian slapped his head.
"What's wrong?" Aurore didn't know what her brother was thinking of.
Lumian replied with a serious face:
"Do you think the curé has fathered any child for Madame Puaris?"
"..." Aurore now regretted that she believed her brother's performance and thought he had made some important discovery.
She asked back unhappily:
"Who told you that Louis Lund's child was Mrs. Pualis's
"What if it was Administrator Beost? What if it was someone secretive? No, it's not. If it was, you would have exploded when you saw that scene and turned into a monster."
"I just feel that when the administrator and Madam Puaris are together, Madam Puaris is obviously more dominant." Before the cycle started, Lumian felt that the administrator Beiost was a bit weak. He could neither teach the housekeeper well nor keep an eye on his wife. When he appeared with Madam Puaris, he always seemed to be trying to please the latter.
Lumian originally thought that the administrator loved his wife very much, but now he has a new guess:
"Do you think the administrator could be another reproductive tool for Mrs. Pualis?"
"Maybe." Aurore held her forehead. "The world of mysticism really opened my eyes. Many plots that only exist in novels and imaginations have been realized in this way, in a twisted way..."
After sighing, she said to herself:
"It seems that there are more than one or two people giving birth in the castle. Where did those children go?"
Lumian thought for a while and said he had no idea.
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.
The same was true for Aurora. Both siblings had a deep fear of Mrs. Pualis.
At this time, the parish priest, who had vented his anger for a while, walked to the table in the room, poured a small glass of red wine, and drank it down with a gulp.
He let out a long breath, put down the tall glass, and walked towards the bed.
It was not until the priest's breathing slowed down and he seemed to have fallen asleep that Lumian said mockingly:
"Sleeping so early
"I thought he would find another mistress. Well, he doesn't smoke in private."
This was inferred from the fact that no cigarette boxes, pipes or other items were found in the bedroom.
"He only tasted the wine lightly, and everyone said he was normal." Aurore laughed.
She asked White Paper to observe for a while, and when she saw that there was nothing to be gained, she ordered it to return. She then turned her head and said to Lumian:
"You just mentioned one suspect. What about the other one?"
“That sneaky, peeking owl!” Lumian speculated, “Maybe it led the parish priest to find the remains of the legendary wizard.”
"Hmm." Aurora thought it was quite possible.
Lumian then proposed:
"The next time that owl comes to see me, we will catch it and torture it severely."
"Are you sure you can beat an owl that has lived for who knows how many years?" Aurore laughed.
“Don’t you have it?” Lumian complimented his sister.
Aurore chuckled:
"Even if we put ourselves together, our chances of success wouldn't be very high.
"Uh... but we can try. If we do nothing, we won't find anything, which means we'll just waste our limited time. Well, provided that it doesn't affect the arrival of Twelfth Night. That's the key to the key."
Lumian nodded heavily.
Seeing that he was already exhausted and pale, Aurora reached out to catch the "white paper" that flew back and instructed:
"You have practiced clairvoyance too many times today. You can go to bed now and get enough rest. We will continue tomorrow."
She thought for a moment and added:
"Tomorrow morning, I will teach you Hermetic, which is the simplest of the supernatural languages. In the afternoon, you go find Pierre Berry and ask him to treat you to a drink. I will take the opportunity to go to his sheepfold and communicate with the three sheep to see if I can get any useful information."
She felt that this was the easiest line of investigation at the moment.
"Isn't it too dangerous?" asked Lumian, who had already stood up.
Aurore smiled and comforted her brother:
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill them, nor do I plan to immediately find a way to help them return to human form, so as not to trigger any alarms. I'm just going to communicate with them in the plateau language, they should know something."
Lumian nodded:
"I'm going to the old tavern tomorrow afternoon. I plan to get to know the three strangers. They are trustworthy helpers."
Of course, the premise is that the siblings’ identities as wild extraordinary beings are not exposed.
"Okay." Aurora agreed with her brother's choice.
… …
In the light gray mist, Lumian woke up on the bed in the dream bedroom.
As expected, he found that all the gold, silver, and copper coins on his body, as well as the axe, steel fork and other items beside him were gone.
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 small blue book on the table, flipped through it, and saw that many words had been cut out.
"So it was me who sent the letter asking for help..." Lumian showed no emotion at all.
Moreover, he suspected that it was "sent" under Aurore's guidance. 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 come.
Thinking of the postman, Lumian realized that the guy who came once a week was not in the loop.
He thought about it for a while and felt that this was normal. After receiving the letter for help and confirming that there was something abnormal in Cordu Village, the authorities should find some excuse to prevent ordinary people from entering Cordu.
Lumian casually looked around to see if there were any boxes missing that could store letters, but he couldn't remember how many such boxes Aurore had collected, so he quickly gave up trying.
Without affecting his movements, Lumian put on some more clothes and pants, took the iron-black axe, and once again left the house, entering the wilderness full of cracks, and walked towards the ruins surrounding the dark red "mountain".
With his previous experience, he easily dealt with the two monsters he was familiar with, put on his hunting rifle, hung a cloth bag filled with lead bullets, and put away various coins.
Lumian crept forward cautiously, deliberately not taking the path he had taken before, but going deeper in a different direction - he felt that he probably couldn't handle the monster with three faces.
As he passed through the collapsed buildings in the thin gray fog, he sniffed while concentrating all the time.
He smelled a faint scent of blood.
After a moment's thought, Lumian crept along the shadows towards where the smell of blood was coming from.
Soon, he hid in a hidden space on the top of a half-collapsed house, looking at somewhere in front through the large gaps between several stones.
On the wasteland without weeds, between several completely collapsed and messily stacked buildings, a mass of flesh and blood was wriggling there.
The flesh and blood was mixed with some yellow fat, and the whole thing looked like a creature that had been crushed by a falling rock.
It actually still had life and was slowly crawling towards a building.
"How to deal with this monster? Behead it? It has no head..." Lumian fell into deep thought.
At this moment, several dark black, elastic, flesh-membrane covered "thick ropes" came out from nowhere and tied up the mass of flesh.