"What exactly?" Lumian listened with both excitement and a little worry.

The lady took a sip of the "Venus Oil" and replied in a slow voice:

"You need to ask yourself."

After saying that, she lowered her head slightly, concentrated on her breakfast, and put on a posture of no longer communicating.

Really, how do you always say half hide and half hide...... Wait until next time? Isn't that a waste of everyone's time? At this moment, Lumian actually felt that he couldn't compare to the other party in provoking people's anger.

He controlled his breathing rate, got up with a smile, and left.

For the rest of the day, Lumien stayed at home and did not go out.

It's not that he's afraid that the owl won't dare to go out during the day, or that there's nothing to do, but it's a show for some people.

- He was curious about the letter of help in the hands of Liya and the others, and wanted to find out what was written and who wrote it, and the best way to start the investigation was to find an opportunity to look through every little blue book in the village to find the one with some words cut out. As a villager in his village, Lumian was certainly better suited to do these things than Ryan, Lea, and Valentine, but he was worried that if he started doing some research as soon as he had finished talking to the three outsiders, he would attract the attention of some people and suffer unnecessary blows.

This is a matter that may involve life and death, existence and destruction, and even with Auroel's protection, Lumian does not dare to guarantee that the other party will not take any risky actions against him.

In the past two years, he has become more and more able to grasp the corresponding scale in "pranks".

This is due to a wealth of experience.

In a few days, after Lent begins, he plans to "visit" every house under the pretext of chasing legends related to the celebration.

When it got dark, after dinner, Aurore went back to her bedroom to write a long-delayed manuscript.

Lumian entered the study, intending to find some books related to "dreams", hoping to get some special inspiration for himself in the dream.

Because there was only one table lamp in the house that used batteries, and now it was requisitioned by Auror, he could only light kerosene lamps that were not very good for the smell.

Carrying a kerosene lamp that glowed dimly, Lumian swiped his other hand across the back of one book after another, occasionally pulling out a book and tucking it under his armpit.

After a while, he returned to the table with the three books he had picked out.

As soon as he put the things in his hand, Lumian saw the little blue book at home.

It sat quietly in the corner of the desk as usual, and the gray-blue cover seemed to be a little dusty.

Seeing this little blue book, Lumian instantly thought of the one he had obtained in the ruins of his dreams, and of the one that had been cut out to form a letter for help.

He then reached out with his palm and picked up the small blue book in front of him, intending to flip through the contents to see which words were suitable for cutting out and could be spelled into useful sentences.

After only a few pages, Lumian's gaze froze.

There is a glaring void in the explanatory discourse attached to the calendar on the current page.

A certain word has been cut out!

"No......" Lumien was shocked.

He quickly flipped through the small blue book in his hand, and found the traces left by a dozen or twenty words after they were cut out.

"No......" Lumian whispered again, almost in line with his reaction.

The little blue book that Ryan, Leah, Valentine and others were looking for turned out to be the one at home!

Not to mention them, even Lumian himself did not expect such a development!

Didn't even think about it!

In the midst of indescribable complex emotions, Lumian frowned:

"Could it be a letter of help from Aurore?

"Why should she ask for help, ask for help from the authorities? Why didn't you tell me? ”

He preliminarily judged from the way Ria and the others behaved and the habitual choice of the parish priest to discuss matters when they first arrived, that they should be official people, perhaps from the government, or perhaps belonging to the "Eternal Sun" Church or the "God of Steam and Machines" church in the Daliege region.

Lumien hesitated, his expression changing.

Finally, he made up his mind, took the little blue book, and walked out of the study to the outside of Auror's bedroom.

He was going to ask directly.

He chose to believe in Aurel.

Knock knock, Lumian curled his finger and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Auror's voice came out.

Lumien twisted the handle and pushed the door in, and saw Aurel, dressed in two-piece cotton pajamas, writing stories with her blonde hair tied in a headband under the bright light of the lamp.

"Did you cut it out?" Without waiting for her sister to ask, Lumian walked over directly.

"Huh?" Oroel turned around suspiciously, her eyes dazed and withdrawn, as if she was still a little immersed in the story.

Lumian handed over the small blue book that had been turned to the corresponding page number, stared into Auroel's eyes and said:

"You didn't cut it?"

Aurel looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and looked up amusedly:

"Am I going to be so boring and naïve?

"Your sister and I are steady, mature, and generous, unlike you."

Aurel's reaction was natural...... There was no surprise and panic at being suddenly debunked the secret, not at all...... Lumian did not hide his doubts, and asked:

"But who would cut the words on the little blue book?"

"Isn't it you?" Aurel looked at her brother, "After reading my novel, you plan to imitate the content of it, cut out the words in books and newspapers, spell them into kidnapping letters, and play a big prank in the village, and before that, try to fool me?" Are you testing my sister's reasoning skills? ”

It's not like Aurel did it...... Lumian's gaze was always on Oroel's face, not letting go of a slight change in expression, and his sister acted without the slightest problem.

"Not me." Lumian frowned, "Who could have done it?" ”

Aurore smiled:

"You play the reasoning game first, I still have to rush the draft.

"If you're free tomorrow, I'll help you restore the truth."

With supernatural means? Lumian let out an "um" and stopped disturbing her sister's creation.

He took the little blue book and went straight back to his unlit room, and sat down on the chair behind his desk.

"Who could it be?"

Under the light of the red moon high in the sky, Lumian muttered again.

He tried to reason:

"There are only two people in our family, and Aurel is still a wizard with extraordinary abilities, and she will not let others cause trouble at home......

"If it's not her, according to her, all the impossible is ruled out, and the rest is the truth, no matter how unbelievable.

"So, in the case of one or the other, I actually did it?"

For a moment, Lumian felt ridiculous and amused.

So the "criminal" is me?

How did I not know?

He couldn't help but turn to the side and look at the full-length mirror attached to the closet.

In the crimson moonlight, Lumian in the mirror was wearing a linen shirt and brown trousers, his handsome features did not have the slightest smile, and his expression was extremely heavy.

He was sure that he hadn't done anything to cut out the contents of the Little Blue Book.

For this reason, he even recalled his own experience in the next nearly a month.

Although many details have been blurred, he is still very sure of what has been done in general.

Bathed in the red moon light seeping through the window, Lumian muttered to himself silently:

"Did I do it when I wasn't sober?

"While having that dream, I will sleepwalk in reality?

"No, it can't be, Aurel said she would look at me, I really want to sleepwalk and cut the little blue book, she would have pointed it out just now, and besides, the letter must be sent during the day, and I am very awake at those times."

Lumian ruled himself out and thought about other possibilities:

"Maybe someone else from the house has been here?"

Although there are no guests in their house, it doesn't mean that there are no guests at all.

First of all, there will be poorer neighbors who will borrow stoves or ovens to smoke meat or make bread.

In the second place, Lumian's friends would come to his house from time to time to find some simple novels to read, or to listen to his stories;

Eventually, a handful of ladies such as Naalaiza and Madame Poalis would occasionally come to the door and chat with Auror, and among them, Madame Poalis would come the most, and would lend her pony to Auror, so that Auror could run freely in the mountains, and the relationship between the two was good.

After all, in a country like Cordu, a writer like Aurore is worthy of Mrs. Pualis.

However, Madame Poualis was outwardly very friendly, and she would often sit with the women of Narocca to bask in the sun and chat, and even help them catch lice, and she had a good reputation in the village.

Although Madame Poualis and Aurore were barely friends, Lumien did not like her at all, as she would often introduce Aurore to one of her relatives and persuade her to marry and have children early.

If Madame Poalis's relatives were good, it would be fine, but every time Lumien went to Dalege, he found that the target was either of bad character or incompetent, and they were all about to fall into the poor class, and none of them were good.

One time may have been a coincidence, and each time it made Lumian hate Lady Pualis.

"It's definitely impossible to come to bacon and toast, and there are people watching every time, and they won't be allowed to go up to the second floor...... Raymond and Ava can't either, I'll be with you the whole time...... Madame Poalis and Na Alaiza had a certain opportunity, and every time they came, Auroel would leave them in the study to read and prepare their own refreshments......

"If Madame Poalis is really a witch, then it is understandable that she needs to hide her identity when she asks the authorities for help, and she is also very careful to use other people's little blue books so as not to be traced to herself......

"What did she discover while she was cheating on the parish priest, and she had to protect herself in this way?"

The more Lumian thought about it, the more excited he became, and he felt like he was about to lock on to the suspect.

He stood up, paced a few steps, and slammed downstairs.

He didn't want to question Madame Poalis, nor did he plan to spy on the other party's actions right now, but he was going to find Raymond or Berry's little Guillaume, and borrow their little blue book to make a comparison, restoring which words were cut out and what kind of sentences could be spelled out.

In this way, Lumian is likely to restore the specific content of the letter asking for help.

He stumbled downstairs, through the kitchen, and opened the door.

The crimson darkness outside, pouring in, made him instantly calm.

"Well, my sister said don't ......go out after dark until you find out what happened to that owl," Lumian muttered, took two steps back, and closed the door.

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to borrow the little blue book, and it's more natural to do it tomorrow.

Moving his body, Lumien walked towards the staircase.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

The doorbell rang, and the sound echoed.

"Who?" Lumian asked, confused, as he walked towards the door.

A soft, slightly magnetic female voice sounded outside the door:

"It's me, Pualis. Morality. Rockfort. ”