Lumian only had that sudden inspiration, and he didn't really want to do it.

Not to mention that so many years have passed, and the life of owls is much shorter than that of humans, and the one that flew when the wizard died should have long since rotted into mud, and the number of owls in this mountain alone made Lumian have no desire to track down.

Too much!

The owl had no distinguishing features...... No, in the legend, the owl has no specific image, and Naroka didn't talk about it just now...... We still didn't ask carefully enough...... Lumian came back to his senses and smiled at Raymond:

"Owls associated with wizards may live for 100 years."

Seeing that Raymond was becoming more and more frightened, he was relieved:

"Don't worry, this is the last option, I don't want to face a monster.

"Let's ask other old people, maybe there are key clues that Narocca has overlooked."

He then said in a demagogic tone:

"If I were a wizard, I would never have kept all my treasures with me or at home, I would definitely hide a portion of it somewhere, lest I be attacked by the Inquisition, and I would not have time to take anything, and when I had to flee immediately, my purse would be empty."

One of the important duties of the Inquisition of the Church of the Eternal Sun is to eliminate all wizards and witches, and their "great deeds" are widely spread in the countryside.

"That's right!" Raymond was reinvigorated.

He said with a look of longing:

"It's a pity, it's been too many years, and the treasures that the church has collected must have been spent long ago."

"Boy, you're dangerous." Lumian quipped.

The two continued to visit the old Pierre, Naferia and other old people in the Maury family.

Although their answers were similar to those of Naroca, Lumian and Raymond, who had gained experience, asked for more details.

For example, the owl is medium to large, and it is basically the same as its counterpart: a pointed beak, a cat-like face, brown feathers, scattered spots, brown and yellow whites, and black eyes......

But it is larger than a similar owl, and its eyes seem to be able to turn, not as stiff and dull as its counterparts.

In all the descriptions, these differences made the owl even more evil.

"There don't seem to be any useful clues right now." On the road leading to the village square, Lumian said to Raymond, "We can only focus on other legends. ”

"Hmm." Raymond was not as frustrated as he was at the beginning, "Which one to choose?" ”

This guy is active and hardworking...... Lumian secretly praised, ready to give Raymond a little reward.

He nodded and said:

"Go back and think about it and discuss it tomorrow.

"I'll teach you martial arts skills in the afternoon."

"Good!" Raymond was delighted by the unexpected.

Oroel is very capable of fighting, otherwise how would he be able to deal with some of the savage and rude men in the village? Her brother shouldn't be bad either.

Farewell to Raymond. Clegg, Lumian turned the path to his home.

After walking for a while, he saw several men coming across him.

The leader is in the prime of life, not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a white robe, and light black hair on his head.

He has a majestic temperament, his facial features can only be said to be upright, the tip of his nose is slightly hooked, and there is undisguised disgust and malice in his blue eyes looking at Lumian.

This is none other than the parish priest of the Church of the Eternal Sun in the village of Cordu. Bene.

"I've been waiting for you for a while." Guillaume. Bennet said in a deep voice, "You deliberately brought those strangers to church?" ”

"I thought you were sleeping in there." Lumian forced an explanation as he quietly stepped back.

He recognized, Guillaume. Standing next to Bennet was his brother Ponce. Bene, this guy is in his early thirties, with a strong build, a domineering person, and likes to bully villagers.

The others were thugs who followed him and the parish priest.

See Lumian retreat, Guillaume. Bennet winked at Ponce.

Ponce. Bennet stepped forward with a sly smile:

"Bastard boy, come here and meet your dad Ponce!"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already picked up his pace and pounced on Lumien, as did the other thugs.

In a rural place like the village of Cordu, reasoning cannot be exchanged for an apology, and it is the direct and strong handling that makes people awe-inspired. Bennet knew very well and was accustomed to doing things this way, so as soon as he was sure that the strangers had been brought to church by Lumian, he decided to take the boy and beat him so hard that he could not get out of bed for a month, and that someone would make amends for him.

Of course, you have to avoid Aurel.

As for the law, it is enough to speak to the magistrate and magistrate of the territory, Beoster, and the sheriff of the city will not go to the countryside to investigate for such a trivial matter as a fight.

As an outsider, Beost would not offend his native-born priest without a great conflict of interest.

Jean Guillaume. Bennet felt fortunate that he had an affair with the magistrate's wife, Mrs. Pualis, had not been publicized by the outsiders, and the other party did not know about it for the time being.

They were quick, Lumien was faster, and as soon as Ponce had spoken, he turned and ran.

He was well acquainted with the temperament and style of the parish priests.

A villager once reported to the church of the "Eternal Sun" in the city, saying that Guillaume. Not only did Bennet have multiple mistresses, but he also denied the devotion of the followers to the "Eternal Sun" and bullied others in the village, not at all like a clergyman, and later, one afternoon, the villager somehow fell to his death.

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Lumien ran with a gust of wind.

"Wait a minute, Daddy!" Ponce shouted and chased, but the speed was not slow.

The thugs followed suit, too.

Rushing out of the path, Lumian did not run along the avenue and went straight to the nearest house.

The family was preparing lunch in the kitchen of the part-time living room, when suddenly they saw such a person running in.

With a whoosh, Lumien walked around them and climbed out of the window behind the kitchen.

When Ponce and the others chased in, the owner of the house had come to his senses, got up to intercept him, and asked:

"What?

"What are you doing?"

"Get out of the way, old thing!" Ponce viciously pushed the man away, but he also delayed a little time.

By the time they reached the window and tumbled out, Lumian had run down another path.

After a little more chase, they completely lost Lumien's figure.

"Damn wild dogs!" Ponce spat on the side of the road.

…………

Outside a two-storey building with a half-in-ground style.

Lumian calmed his breath and opened the door and entered the house as if nothing had happened.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four......" A regular shout reached his ears.

Lumien looked into the open space on the other side of the kitchen and saw Aurel with blond hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a linen shirt and tight white trousers and dark boots made of lambskin, bouncing and sweating.

- It is customary in the village of Koldu that most of the area on the first floor is the kitchen, which is the core of the whole home, where cooking is done, where food is eaten, and where guests meet.

You're exercising again...... Lumian was already familiar with such scenes and was not at all surprised.

Aurore would often do strange things, and would not give a reason when asked.

At least exercising is a good thing, and it's pretty good...... Lumian leaned over and watched quietly.

After a while, Aurore stopped moving, bent down and turned off the black tape recorder that was using batteries.

She took the white towel that Lumian had handed her, and while wiping the sweat from her forehead, she commanded:

"You remember to learn martial arts this afternoon."

"If you want to study and learn martial arts, will you be too demanding of me?" Lumian complained casually.

Aurore glanced at him and smiled:

"You have to remember that our goal is the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetic appreciation, and labor ability!"

The more she talked, the happier she became, as if she remembered some good memories or fun things.

I'm already failing morality...... Lumian muttered silently.

He asked instead:

"What kind of martial arts do you learn?"

One of the things he couldn't understand was that the seemingly weak Aurel turned out to be a master of martial arts, mastering many genres of martial arts, and every time he suppressed himself to the point that he couldn't do it.

Aurore thought for a moment, leaned forward slightly, half-tilted her face, and looked into Lumian's eyes.

She then smiled and said loudly:

"Anti-wolf technique!"

"Huh?" Lumian was surprised, "Isn't this what girls learn?" ”

Aurel straightened up, shook his head with a serious face, and said in a serious voice:

"Boys should protect themselves when they go out.

"Who says boys can't be perverted?"

The smile that flowed from the corners of her mouth gradually became impossible to hide.

Unsure if her sister was joking or if she was really going to do it, Lumian stopped talking, retrieved the white towel, and walked up the stairs.

Suddenly, his feet tightened, as if he had tripped over something, and the whole person fell forward.

In mid-air, Lumian hurriedly tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, stretched out his arm, pressed the chair next to him, and then turned over, barely "landing" steadily.

Auroel withdrew her outstretched foot and chuckled:

"One of the essentials of martial arts is to keep an eye on the environment at all times and not be negligent.

"Remember, my rookie brother?"

Just now, her right hand had already grabbed Lumian's vest, but when she saw that the other party controlled her figure, she took it back.

"Don't you trust you too much......" Lumien muttered.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that this trust was meaningless, and he didn't know how many similar losses he had suffered in front of Auror.

Aurore coughed and restrained her expression:

"How's the conversation with that woman?"

Lumian recounted the conversation and concluded:

"I'm going to wait for your friends to write back before I think about exploring dreams."

"A wise choice." Aurel nodded in satisfaction.

Lumian digressed the topic:

"What's for lunch?"

"There's still some leftover toast in the morning, I'll bake you four more lamb chops." Aurore thought for a moment.

"What about you?" Lumien asked.

Aurel casually said:

"I just have a truffle and bamboo shredded chicken, and then add a cheese and onion soup, I tried it last time and found it was quite ......"

Before she finished speaking, her whole person suddenly froze.

In the next second, she raised her hands and tried to plug her ears, and the muscles on her face gradually distorted.

This makes her beauty a little hideous.

Lumi watched quietly, his eyes full of concern and worry.

After a while, Aurel let out a long breath and returned to normal.

Her forehead was covered with sweat again.

"What's wrong?" Lumien asked.

Aurel smiled:

"Tinnitus has flared up again, and you don't know that I have this old problem."

Lumian didn't ask, but said:

"Well, then I'll make lunch, you can rest."

At such times, his desire to attain supernatural power became more and more urgent and determined.