Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Looking at the restored "help letter", Lumian fell silent for a long time.

Although this does not necessarily mean that it is the content of the letter, after all, as long as you don't care about grammar, those words can make other sentences, such as "People around you need help as soon as possible, we are getting more and more strange", etc., but still It made him feel indescribably heavy, as if something was weighing on his heart.

In the past, he might think that the sender was playing a prank, but now there are more and more abnormal things in Kordu Village, and this is only the part he discovered.

"You can't act like you didn't see anything, and you can't pretend that nothing happened...

"My sister said that a person with a normal mind must know how to avoid danger, and cannot stand under the wall after realizing that it is about to collapse..."

Lumian came back to his senses and quickly made a decision:

Must leave Kordu village as soon as possible, and be with my sister!

As for the anomalies here, there are naturally official people to deal with them, and the villagers here must also be protected by them. Lumian himself neither has the obligation to shoulder this responsibility, nor does he lack the corresponding ability.

"In addition, we have to speed up the exploration of the ruins of the dream, and strive to obtain extraordinary power in a short period of time to deal with possible accidents during the process of leaving here..." Lumi'an's mind became clearer, and his heart was full of urgency.

What he was most afraid of was that before he and his sister had time to leave Kordu Village, the anomaly would erupt. In that case, he must at least not drag his sister down, and the corresponding premise was that he needed to become much stronger than he is now.

Thinking of this, Lumian put his little blue book back in its original place, took the paper with the words and sentences written on it, and walked down the stairs quickly.

He purposely went around to the stove and threw the paper into the fire.

After going out, Lumian went straight to the old tavern.

The door of the tavern was closed tightly. The owner and bartender Maurice Bene should have gone to attend Naroka's funeral.

However, as a part-time hotel, it is impossible to lock all the doors during the day, so that the guests are not given the opportunity to enter and exit.

Lumian went around to the path and pushed open the back door of the tavern.

When he came to the stairs, he glanced at the hall, but he didn't see a single figure.

Pushing, pushing, Lumian went up to the second floor and stopped outside the mysterious woman's room.

Seeing that there was no "resting, do not disturb" sign hanging on the doorknob, Lumian took a breath and let it out slowly, then bent his fingers and gently knocked on the wooden door.

Boom, boom, boom...

He knocked three times in a row, but nothing came out of it.

Boom, boom, boom... Lumian knocked harder on the door, but still no one answered.

He slapped it a few more times, and the room was silent.

"Not here?" Lumian frowned, "Was you watching Naroka's funeral?"

He didn't waste any more time, went down to the second floor, left the tavern, and went straight to the cemetery next to the church.

On the way, he passed by Naroka's house.

At this time, the crowd outside the door who bid farewell to the body had all dispersed, and they all went to the cemetery to wait.

Lumian took a look from a distance, and just in time saw the curate's younger brother Ponce Bennet coming out of the house.

"This..." He was surprised for a while, subconsciously leaned towards the building next to him, and shrank behind the cover.

When holding a funeral, isn't it forbidden to enter the house, so as not to affect the constellation and take away good luck?

Ponce Bene stopped at the door of Naroka's house, and had a low-pitched conversation with the old lady's youngest son, a middle-aged man named Arnaud Andre.

After Ponce Bene left, Arnaud locked the gate and headed towards the cemetery.

"Naroka's death is indeed a bit weird..." Lumian frowned and muttered to himself silently.

He now felt that Naroka's death was not necessarily caused by the owl, but more likely related to the secret eccentricities of the priest and the gang.

Perhaps the owl just followed its own mission, came to Kordu Village to take away the soul of the dead, and then stopped to observe Lumian for a while on the way.

Of course, Lumian has a more terrifying guess:

The parson's gang might have some kind of connection with that owl!

Their weirdness and the things they did secretly may have originated from the legacy of that wizard back then.

"Before leaving Kordu Village, you can find an opportunity to tell Ryan and Liya about my guesses. I hope they can find out the truth as soon as possible and solve the problem as soon as possible." Lumian looked back and thoughtfully Whispering in his heart, he walked towards the church of "Eternal Blazing Sun".

Throughout the funeral, Lumian seemed silent and serious, but actually he was constantly observing each villager, hoping to find something unusual in their expressions.

Unfortunately, he got nothing.

However, he also had a certain illusion:

Some people in the village may be wearing some kind of mask...

And the mysterious lady who gave him the tarot card did not appear in the cemetery.

...

In the evening, in a semi-underground two-story building.

"Where's the paper you wrote?" Aurora glanced at the younger brother who walked in front of him, and said casually, "Show me."

Lumian said with a serious expression:

"I have something to tell you."

Aurora glanced across his face:

"A certain wild animal in the village took your paper again?"

"No." Lumian said in a deep voice, "I heard something from those outsiders."

Aurora restrained her smile, nodded to indicate to continue.

Lumian started from Ryan and others tracking down a letter for help, talked about the abnormality of the little blue book at home, talked about his doubts about Mrs. Puares, talked about the little blue book he borrowed from Raymond’s house, and initially restored the The content of the help letter.

Finally, he suggested:

"Let's leave the village as soon as possible and reach Liege, no, Bigor, and stay for a while."

Aurora didn't answer right away, she pondered for a full dozen seconds before saying:

"It's really the best option right now.

"But there is a problem. While the officials are investigating, will we suddenly leave Kordu in a hurry, will they arouse their suspicion and be stopped by them, and we will focus on investigation?

"If I'm not a Beyonder, it's fine, but I'm a wild Beyonder that is not officially recognized, the kind that will be captured and purified by the referee."

After all, Lumian was inexperienced, so he ignored this question earlier, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while he said:

"Forcibly break out, and then hide in another city, or another country?"

"Don't you think highly of me?" Aurora laughed dumbly, "According to my observation, those three foreigners should be quite powerful. If there was only one, I might be able to handle it, but there are three of them. Moreover, how do you know that there is no large army ambushing outside the village, just waiting for the suspect to be frightened, show up on his own initiative, and run away?"

Lumian was speechless.

He has to admit that compared to his sister, he is still too young and immature, and his thinking is not careful enough at critical moments.

"You, you are still too reckless." Aurora commented, "But it's normal, how can young people not have a little bit of vigor?"

She paused and said:

"Tomorrow morning, go to the administrator and help me send a telegram to the "Fiction Weekly" to ask when the writer's salon mentioned earlier will be held."

Aurora is a columnist for "Fiction Weekly" and is quite popular with readers.

——In Kordu Village, only the administrator and the priest of the parish each hold a telegraph, which is responsible for emergency communication with the outside world. It is not impossible for the villagers to use it at ordinary times, but they have to pay enough Filkin.

Seeing Lumian's puzzled expression, Aurora smiled and explained simply:

"The Fiction Weekly has been asking me to do some events in Trier, and I've turned them all down, including the recent Writers' Salon.

"Since I took the initiative to inquire about this matter, they will definitely warmly invite me over, and even reimburse the round-trip steam train ticket.

"In this way, our departure is a normal thing, even if we will be observed secretly, we will not be treated as suspects.

"At that time, I will have a way to hide it from them for a short time. As long as the two of us are really not contaminated by abnormal events, there is a high probability that we will leave Kordu smoothly."

"Okay." Lumian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A few seconds later, he asked curiously:

"Aurora, uh, sister, Extraordinary is the name for someone with extraordinary power?"

"Yes." Aurora didn't say much.

She turned to laughing:

"You are willing to abandon your friends and flee Kordu directly."

"Whether others live or die is none of my business?" Lumian let out a "huh".

The most important thing right now is to keep my sister safe!

Aurora laughed "tsk tsk":

"Come on, come on, repeat what you just said, I love it.

"How many times have you said similar things before? But each time you either offered help quietly, or pretended to remind them unintentionally."

"Those are trivial matters." Lumian defended.

The current abnormality will threaten my sister.

"Okay, okay." Aurora had an expression of not arguing with the children, "It's time to prepare dinner, it's your turn today."

Lumian let out a "hmm" and walked towards the stove.

...

A dark night where the red moon is covered by clouds.

After Lumian finished washing, he lay down on the bed.

Concern gradually appeared on his face.

Aurora's response was not bad, but Lumian was worried that while waiting for the "Fiction Weekly" to call back, anomalies in the village would erupt.

For this reason, he is extremely eager to improve his strength, and obtaining extraordinary power in the ruins of the dream is currently the most accessible way for him.

To his pity, he couldn't find that lady all day today, and couldn't get corresponding advice, so he had to try it himself first.

For him, the situation has reached the current level, as if the arrow has been put on the bow, the string has been pulled, and it must be fired.

Without hesitation, Lumian restrained his mind and slowly fell asleep.