Lumien sat on the roof and didn't go down immediately.

The expression on his face had long since completely subdued, and his calm and serious appearance did not seem to be the same person as the young man who loved to laugh and play pranks in the tavern.

Ever since he stumbled upon Oroel's magical abilities, he had always wanted to acquire them, but Aurel always told him that it was not something to envy and pursue, on the contrary, it was very dangerous and full of pain, so she would not agree with her brother to embark on this path, even if she did have the means to make ordinary people harness extraordinary powers, and she would not tell Lumian.

In this regard, Lumian can only keep looking for opportunities to persuade and beg for help, and he can't force it.

After ten seconds or so, Lumian stood up, walked to the edge of the eaves, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

He walked to the outside of Aurore's room, and when he saw the brown wooden door open, he peeked inside.

At this time, Auror, dressed in a light blue dress, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, writing something on the bright lamp.

What are you writing about so late? Witchcraft-related? Lumian raised his hand to press the door and joked:

"Journaling?"

"Who writes a diary for a serious person?" Aurel didn't look back, still writing with the champagne gold delicate pen in his hand.

Lumien expressed dissatisfaction:

"Russell the Great also has a lot of diaries circulating."

Russell was the last emperor in the history of the Intis Republic, where their sibling was currently living, and he ended the reign of the Sauron royal family and crowned himself "Caesar" by the consul.

He made several important inventions, including the steam engine, found a shipping route to the southern continent, set off a wave of colonization, and was a symbol of the era more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, he was betrayed in his later years and assassinated at the White Maple Palace in Trier.

After the Emperor's death, many diaries were handed down, but they were all written in words that no one else could understand and seemed to not exist anywhere in the world.

"So Russell isn't a serious person." Aurel, who had his back to Lumien, scoffed.

"And what are you writing about?" Lumian asked.

That's what he really wants to know.

Aurore replied indifferently:

"Faith."

"For whom?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.

Aurel stopped the champagne gold pen with the delicate carving and checked the words and sentences that preceded it:

"A pen pal."

"Pen pals?" Lumian was a little dazed.

What is this thing?

Oroel laughed, and while pulling the blonde hair behind her ears, she taught her brother:

"That's why I said I should read more newspapers and read more books, and don't play outside every day, or even drink!

"Look at you, what's the difference between being illiterate now?

"A pen pal is a friend who has never met through newspaper columns, periodicals and magazines, etc., and who has never met each other and communicates entirely by letter."

"What's the point of being a friend like that?" Lumian was quite concerned about this matter.

He couldn't help but withdraw the hand that was holding the door and touched his chin.

Aurel has never had a boyfriend, so she can't be deceived by a guy she has never met.

"Meaning?" Aurore thought about it seriously, "First of all, emotional value, well, I know you don't understand what emotional value is, people are social animals, they need to communicate, some things, some emotions, I definitely won't tell the people in the village, and I can't tell you, I need a more secret catharsis channel, this kind of pen pal who won't meet is just right, and secondly, don't underestimate my pen pals, several of them are very powerful, and some are particularly knowledgeable, like this lamp that uses batteries, which was given to me by a pen pal, kerosene lamp." Candles are too hurtful to the eyes, not suitable for writing at night......"

Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurel raised his left hand and waved it back:

"Go to sleep, my drunkard brother!

"Good night!"

"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he still didn't ask.

Aurel followed up and commanded:

"Remember to help me close the door, it's a little cold with the door open and the window open."

Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.

He walked back to his room, took off his shoes, and sat down on the bed.

In the hazy darkness of the night, the wooden table against the window, the chair leaning on the side, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side all caught Lumien's eye.

He sat silently, lost in thought.

He had always known that Oroel had his own secrets, and there were many things he hadn't told him, which was not surprising at all, he was just worried that these secrets and these things could bring danger to Oroel.

And once something does happen, there is only so much he can do.

He's just an ordinary person with a sturdy body and a nimble mind.

One by one, the thoughts came to mind, and one by one they fell, and Lumian exhaled softly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom for a brief wash.

He then took off his jacket-like brown coat and threw himself under the covers, which had not yet warmed up.

In the mountains at the beginning of April, the weather is still a little cold.

…………

In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist.

They permeate the surroundings, making things in the distance disappear completely.

Lumian walked in a blur, but no matter which direction he went, no matter how far he walked in the gray mist, he would eventually return to the same place:

his bedroom.

The bedroom consists of a white four-piece bed, a wooden table and chairs in front of the window, bookshelves, and a wardrobe.

…………

Whew, Lumian opened his eyes.

The early morning sun illuminated half of the bedroom through the not-so-thick blue curtains.

Lumian sat up, staring at the image in a daze, with the illusion that he was still dreaming.

He had that dream again.

I dreamed of the gray fog that would never dissipate.

He raised his hand and pinched his temples on both sides, and said to himself silently:

"Recently, it's been getting more and more frequent, and I do it almost every day......"

If it weren't for the fact that this dream didn't bring any bad effects, Lumian would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

Of course, it didn't have any good effects either.

"I wish there was some adventure hidden here...... "Lumian muttered, turning over and getting out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door and entered the hallway, he heard a voice coming from Aurore's room.

What a coincidence...... A smile appeared on Lumien's face.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he took a step back and stood on the edge of the door.

When the door to Aurore's bedroom opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand and pinched his temple, a slightly pained look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Aurore noticed the scene.

Succeed! Lumian cheered inwardly and made an effort to calm his state.

"I'm having that dream again." He replied in a deep voice.

Aurore's blonde hair hung down casually, and her eyebrows gradually became a little worried:

"The last plan didn't work......"

She thought for a moment and said:

"Perhaps...... I should find a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, and see what caused it. ”

"The kind with magical abilities?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Aurore nodded slightly, replying.

"One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help but ask more.

"Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problems! Aurel did not answer in a positive way.

Wasn't I thinking? Lumian muttered inwardly.

He took the opportunity to say:

"Auror, if I become a wizard and become a person with extraordinary powers, I should be able to unlock the secrets of the dream and put an end to it once and for all."

"Don't you think!" Aurel responded without hesitation.

Her expression softened:

"Lumian, I won't lie to you, this road is dangerous and painful, if it weren't for the fact that there is no other choice, if it weren't for the fact that the world is becoming more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer and live happily."

Lumian immediately said:

"Then let me bear the danger and pain, I will protect you, you just have to live happily and do what you want to do."

He had thought about these words many times in his heart.

Oroel was silent for two seconds, and a smile suddenly bloomed:

"Are you discriminating against women?"

Without giving Lumian a chance to re-state herself, she said:

"It's useless, there is no chance of regret if you choose this path.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to wash up, you study hard at home today and prepare for the unified entrance exam for colleges and universities in June!"

"You say that the world is becoming more and more dangerous, what else do you want to test?" Lumien muttered.

He felt that the most important thing at the moment was to gain strength, not to make rolls.

Aurel smiled:

"Knowledge equals power, my illiterate brother."

Lumien had nothing to say but to watch Aurel walk into the bathroom.

…………

In the afternoon, on the square of the village of Cordu.

Raymond. Clegg saw Lumian from afar. Li squatted under an elm tree, not knowing what to think.

"Aren't you supposed to study at home?" Raymond walked over, with obvious envy in his tone.

He is a friend of Lumian, almost 1.7 meters tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary appearance, and a little red on his face.

Lumian raised his head and said with a smile:

"Didn't Auroel tell you about it? Hanging also makes people take a breather! I've been studying for so long, I have to take a break. ”

He had been wondering all morning if it was possible for him to gain extraordinary powers without going through Aurel.

This needs to be searched, clues are needed, and he needs to take the initiative to investigate.

Thinking about it in the end, he felt that the stories circulating in the village involving magical powers might hide some truths and hidden clues, so he came here to wait for Raymond.

"If I were you, a quarter of an hour's rest at most." Raymond leaned against the elm tree and said, "We don't have a sister who has read a lot to teach us, and I'm going to learn how to shepherd sheep next year." ”

Lumian ignored this sentence and said thoughtfully:

"Tell me the legend of the wizard you told me last time."

Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intentions, and recalled in confusion:

"The wizard one?

"There used to be a wizard in the village, and then he died. On the day of the burial, an owl flew from outside the house, rested on the top of the bed, and did not fly away until the body was carried away.

"Then the coffin became so heavy that it took nine cows to pull it."

"How long ago was that?" Lumien asked.

Raymond was at a loss:

"How do I know, I listened to my dad."