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A few days ago, under the **** "mountain", next to the twisted "city wall".
Lumian knelt on the ground, looking up at the mysterious lady getting closer.
The other party's words fell into his ears clearly, but gradually faded away. Lumian's hands reached the ground, and he clenched unconsciously, as if he wanted to knead the soil in his palms into liquid.
When the mysterious lady stopped about one meter away, he struggled to stand up and asked anxiously:
The mysterious lady didn't respond, but just looked at him quietly, the pity in her eyes didn't decrease in the slightest. Lumi settled for a moment, and asked expectantly:
"There is really help, isn't it?
He stared at the lady, observing her every move, with fear and hope.
Finally, the mysterious lady nodded
"There is indeed help."
"In a practical sense, Aurora has passed away, but in terms of mysticism, she has not completely died.
"Do you still remember that every time you danced the dance of tricks, at the end you would hear small and weak voices that seemed to come from within you? Do you still remember that at the end of the Twelfth Night ceremony, Auror and the others had Did some shards of light fly into your chest?"
"That's their spirit body, their voice?" Lumian interrupted the mysterious lady and asked impatiently.
The lady replied peacefully and compassionately:
"It can only be regarded as a fragment of the soul.
"At the end of the twelfth night, you became the container for the terrifying power of the hidden existence, and the soul fragments of the surrounding believers, including the sacrifices, were naturally absorbed by you, with the exception of Guillaume Bennet, who presided over the ceremony.
"Afterwards, these soul fragments and strong polluting power were sealed in your left chest by my lord.
"So, as you become more and more 'awake' in your dreams, and you can clearly perceive the date and cycle, Aurora and other villagers will become more and more like real people, and even show a certain degree of self-awareness and thinking ability.
"So, if you want to really wake up from the dream, if you want to curb the cyclical power all over the ruins, you can only rely on yourself to think clearly, find the courage to face the pain, face all this, and pursue the vague hope.
"If it is up to me to solve it, there is only one option, and that is to completely destroy you and the ruins of Kordu Village, otherwise the pollution in your body will leak out unstoppably. gone."
Hearing the mysterious lady mention the ceremony of Twelfth Night, Lumian couldn't help recalling it.
There was a sharp pain in his head, and only a few fragmentary images emerged. Auror, with empty eyes, pushed him away from the altar;
Pieces of light flew out from Aurora and the surrounding villagers, falling into the vortex in his chest;
The priest of the church, Guillaume Bennet, showed a shocked expression, turned and fled from the altar.
Except for these Lumian can't think of anything, he can only remember the things that happened in the dream, as if some kind of force is preventing him from recalling.
He twisted his expression and whispered tremblingly:
"I, I can't remember many things..."
The lady nodded:
"This is normal. This is subconscious self-protection, lest too many sad memories and too impactful pictures make you collapse on the spot, out of control and become a monster. Second, you have never witnessed some things and don't know the truth. Of course ,I don't know either.
"Well, I'm going to send you to Trier to do something later, and I know one, no, two, very good psychologists in Trier, I can make you an appointment with them, see who I have time to give you some treatment to help you recall more things and restore what happened in Kordu Village as much as possible."
Lumian heard countless emotions tumbling, rushing to his heart, but thousands of words rushed to his mouth, but only became one word:
"Thanks…"
He clasped his hands tightly and asked eagerly:
"Then what should I do to bring Auror back to life?"
The lady sighed and said:
"I don't know either."
Seeing that Lumian's eyes dimmed instantly, she added: "But you have to believe that there are real miracles in this world.
"And the great existence I mentioned before is synonymous with 'miracle'."
Feelings of despair and luck grew wildly in Lumian's heart at the same time. Although he knew that the mysterious lady in front of him was probably just comforting himself and giving himself a little hope, he still couldn't help but said:
"You said that after I unlock the secret of the dream, you will tell me the name of that great being."
The lady's expression became solemn, and her tone became serious:
"I'll tell you now, you remember carefully.
"Her honorific name is:
"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."
As each word was uttered, Lumian gradually became dazed, as if he saw a thin gray mist, and above the gray mist, at an infinite height, there was a looming castle.
There were eyes watching over there.
At the same time, the entire Kordu village was trembling, and the thin mist pervading here quickly receded.
When Lumian regained his sobriety and regained his vision, the sun had already poured down from the sky, dyeing the **** "mountain" and the barren land a little golden.
Lumian recalled the three-stage honorary name, and remembered the discussion with Aurora in his dream.
This made him a little sour for a moment, and he said with a bitter smile:
"I thought there would be descriptions involving past, present and future."
The mysterious lady in the long orange dress said "Hmm" "There should be one in the future, but if I pray to her now with a description other than the three paragraphs of honorable name just now, I don't guarantee that it will be her who will respond.
"You should be aware that situations like this are very dangerous."
Lumian was silent for a few seconds, and asked with that little hope
"As long as I work hard to help you, can I ask that great being to resurrect Auror?"
Lumian nodded, indicating that he understood.
He didn't dare to ask but couldn't help asking
"Is it possible that the resurrected one is big?"
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the other party that he would try his best to find a way to revive Auror, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would reveal the turbulent and sad emotions in his heart.
After a few seconds, he asked hoarsely:
"What do you need me to do in Trier?"
She then added:
"In addition to finding the truth from memory, you can also go to the survivors of this disaster to investigate."
"Survivor?" Lumian's eyes gradually narrowed.
The lady nodded:
"Except for you, there are five in total. Mrs. Pouaris, Beauster, Louis Lund, Cassie, and the host of the ceremony who left Kordu Village before the twelfth night are protected to a certain extent. Guillaume Benet who escaped before the destruction."
"The priest is still alive?" Lumian's mouth curled up a little bit.
The mysterious lady looked into his eyes and said:
"If my divination is correct, these people should be hiding somewhere in the Trier region."
"Very good." Lumian smiled and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes.
The lady then looked at Lion, Liya, and Valentine who were sleeping on the edge of a certain room in the "city wall" of thorns, and said to Lumian:
"What are you going to do with them?
"If they leave alive, you will definitely be wanted, and you will be listed as a key target for arrest by the Eighth Bureau, the Heart of the Machine, and the referee.
"From now on, you can only hide, you will never live in the sun, you will be accompanied by darkness, mud and danger."
Lumian glanced at Ryan and the others, and smiled hoarsely:
"Can killing them bring Auror back to life?"
"cannot."
Lumian sneered immediately, lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Soon, he raised his head and asked:
"What is the name of the organization I'm going to join? How can I contact you when I arrive in Trier."
The lady sighed slightly:
"I'll tell you then.
"I will give you the summoning method and corresponding medium of my messenger later, and you can contact me through it."
Lumian was silent for a while, and asked another question:
"I have the power to put Kordu Village in a loop?"
"Strictly speaking, you didn't, at least not before you got the gift of 'The Man in the Ring'." The lady explained casually, "This is because there is pollution from that hidden existence everywhere, and the seal on your left chest The power level is quite high, so when your mood fluctuates greatly and you are in a subconscious state, you can mobilize the corresponding special to restart here."
She paused and said:
"However, you yourself are always in a loop.
"The pollution of the seal in your body will cause you to reset your physical state at six o'clock in the morning every day, and return to the six o'clock in the morning at the end of the twelfth night. Only the changes brought about by extraordinary characteristics and 'gifts' can be preserved."
This is the real reason why every time I get hurt in the ruins, I wake up and recover? No wonder I didn't wake up from hunger... Lumian suddenly understood.
He looked down at his body, laughed at himself and said:
"It's always on that day..."
That nightmarish day.
Without waiting for the lady to respond, he raised his head, looked at her and said:
"What should I call you?"
the lady smiled
"You can call me..."
Each card had a different pattern, and it fell towards Lumian with a clatter. Lumian instinctively stretched out his right hand, trying to catch some of the cards.
At this moment, most of the cards disappeared strangely, leaving only one.
The card landed lightly in Lumian's palm, face up, with a picture of a person stretching his scepter to the sky and pointing at the ground with his left hand.
Tarot, "The Magician"!
Lumian looked up in astonishment, only to find that the mysterious lady had disappeared.
Should I call her Ms. Magician?
Lumian subconsciously turned over the Tarot card in his hand, and saw rows of small Intis words written there: "The spirit that wanders back to the void, the upper realm creature that is friendly to humans, belongs to Messenger of the 'magician'."
Lumian looked at it for a while, and put away the tarot card.
He glanced at Ryan and the others, turned around, and left the area with slightly staggering steps.
Walking, Lumian couldn't help turning his head, and looked at the **** "mountain" and the twisted "city wall" of thorns again.
The Kordu village in his memory has become like this, and there is no trace of the original, but Lumian still looks hard, looking for the picture in his mind to overlap with reality.
He still wanted to take another look at the "giant" at the top of the "mountain", but he knew that it would bring him serious harm.
Unknowingly, Lumian slowly circled the **** "mountain" and the "wall" of thorns, and his eyes kept moving on those distorted and chaotic things.
He knew what he was looking for, and he knew he would never find it.
In this way, Lumian came to the place blocked by the wooden wall before. Most of the place has collapsed, allowing people to directly see the garden behind.
The vegetation in the garden is lush green and colorful, in stark contrast to the **** "mountain", the twisted "city wall" and the ruins on the other side.
In the center was a crib made of brown wood, much like the one Lumian had seen in Madame Puares's castle.
He subconsciously moved closer, and found that there was a small human-shaped depression on the slightly old white cotton swaddle in the small bed that was shaking in the wind. It seemed that a baby had been lying here before, but now it disappeared.
What does this mean? As soon as Lumian had such a thought, he felt that the sun shining from the sky was much brighter.
Instinctively, he raised his head, looked up, and saw golden flames completely submerging the top of the "mountain". The "giant" with three heads and six arms loomed in the sea of flames, as if it was melting.
Lumian stared blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hands and covered his face.
This "sunshine" is too dazzling.
It is located in a semi-underground two-story building on the edge of the ruins.
Lumian took the 237 Filkin 46 Cope collected earlier, put on a brown suitcase containing clothes and memories, and dragged heavily to his sister's bedroom, and pushed open the door.
He came to say goodbye.
"My, notes..."
Sister's witchcraft notes? Is there important information on it? Lumian raised his hand and pressed his head, walked to the desk, and opened the lower drawer.
Then the familiar dark notes came into his eyes. He suddenly remembered that some time before the destruction of Kordu Village, Auror had taught him a lot of mystic knowledge.
Da Liege region, steam train station.
The staff in charge of ticket sales looked at Lumian outside and said:
"Where are your identification documents?"
"Forget." Lumian, who was wearing a linen shirt, a dark jacket, and a round-brimmed black hat and carrying a brown suitcase, replied coldly.
Then he turned around and walked away from the window.
A small man wearing a top hat and a black formal suit approached from the side, and said to Lumian in a low voice:
"Want to take the stagecoach? To Bigorre."
"Do you want identification documents?" Lumian asked.
The little man laughed and said:
"No need, our business is about to be killed by steam trains, what identification documents do we need?
"Sit or not? This is the last bit of romance left over from the classical era!" Lumian nodded slightly and asked:
"How much."
The little man instantly became enthusiastic:
"20 Felkin to Bigor, about a day, there are five stops in between, each stop will have a rest, change drivers, change animals, and two of them will provide free food."
Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and followed the little man to a deserted street nearby.
A gigantic carriage drawn by four horses was standing by the side of the road.
After Lumian went up, he found that the space inside was quite spacious. It was divided into two rows like a stagecoach, with an aisle and a place to enlarge luggage.
He found a place by the window, put away his suitcase, and took out a book with a crimson cover.
Hearing the sound of the horse sneezing, and seeing the sunlight outside the window, he flipped through the book.
Sitting next to him was a man in his thirties with a nice mustache, brown hair and blue eyes, well dressed.
He glanced at the book in Lumian's hand, and asked with great interest, ""Eternal Love"? The one by Aurora Lee, with the heroine named Kingsley and the hero named Charles? "
"Yes." Lumian nodded.
The man with the mustache suddenly became interested in talking:
"Yes." Lumian nodded again.
He lowered his head, turned the book to the last few pages, and let his eyes fall on the corresponding text:
"Stupid, live well."
(End of the first part) PS: Ask for a monthly ticket for the big chapter~