Mrs. Poalis had not spoken to Aurel for long, and after ten minutes they had come out of the study.

Lumien accompanied her sister and escorted Madame Poualis all the way out of the gate.

He then looked at Aurore:

"What did she ask you to help with?"

Aurel pursed her lips and said:

"Let me lead the singing at the celebration of praise, and I refused."

The Lent festival in the village of Cordu has three parts, one is the blessing procession of the "spring spirits", the second is the waterside ceremony, the third is the celebration of praise held in the church, and finally this is mainly in the form of musical instruments and chorus.

In the Daliege region, church choirs are often the leaders of the singing, but the village of Cordu does not have the conditions for this, so they have to find a singer to replace it.

As for the playing of musical instruments, the villagers do not worry about this, because in villages with shepherd traditions, music or musical instruments are essential in daily life.

You must know that shepherds are in the wild all year round, either living in shacks or digging pits, and in addition to their companions and sheep, the only thing they often deal with is the flute they carry with them.

In addition to herding, playing cards, and chatting, playing the flute and soothing one's heart with music is something almost every shepherd does.

Because of this, the words that describe a shepherd's hardship and poverty are "he doesn't even have a flute."

With so many shepherds around, it is inevitable that the other villagers of Kordu will be affected, and when they meet and chat in the square, someone will inevitably play an instrument and let the melodious melody reverberate.

"Hmm." Lumian was relieved to see that his sister was determined.

Those celebrations are lively and noisy, and being the protagonist is not only a waste of time, but also easy to provoke some unnecessary coveting.

In order to protect his eyesight, with only kerosene lamps for lighting, Lumian only read a book for a while before choosing to wash up and go to bed, seriously thinking about how to safely test out what was special about himself in the dream world.

The lady's advice was so accurate that he unconsciously believed her words.

In the dead of night, Lumien fell into a dream again and woke up there.

He touched his pockets and habitually counted them, confirming that the 217 Felkin 25 Kope harvest was still there.

With a sigh of relief, Lumian picked up his axe and steel fork and kicked down the stairs to the stove.

The fire has been extinguished.

"When I'm not dreaming, the clocks here are still ......moving," Lumian frowned slightly.

In such a "real" dream, how can there be anything special about yourself?

- "The clock is still moving" is a common saying in the Dariege region, which means that time does not stop because of human beings, but always flows forward.

Lumian returned to what he thought was the safest bedroom, put down his axe and steel fork, and brushed off his clothes.

Then, he walked over to the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe and examined his body inch by inch to see what was different from reality.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Spiritually special?" Lumian didn't rush to put on his clothes, walked straight back to the bed, followed his sister's example, and sat down cross-legged.

Previously, in order to lucid dreaming, Auroel had taught him some superficial meditation methods that did not involve mystical elements, and now he wanted to try to see if he could perceive the special things that might exist in the mind and body in a completely calm scene.

The first step is to regulate your breathing.

Lumien deepened his breathing, slowing down the corresponding frequency.

In the slow and long rhythmic breathing of his own, Lumian let his brain empty little by little.

At the same time, he sketched a red sun in his mind, focusing all his attention and thoughts on it, so as to eliminate the rest of the distractions.

This is what Auroel specially advised, so that when he meditates, he must choose things that exist in reality and represent light to outline, so as not to be targeted by some filthy and evil things.

As a pan-believer in the "Eternal Sun", Lumian's first reaction was to visualize the sun.

His mind gradually calmed down, and the whole world seemed to be left with only that round of red sun.

Suddenly, Lumian seemed to hear something.

It seemed to come from an infinite height, and it seemed to be ringing in the ears, which was not only inaudible, but also thunderous.

With an indescribable buzzing sound, Lumien's heart beat wildly, and his head felt as if someone had inserted an iron hammer and stirred it vigorously a few times.

Sharp pain erupted instantly, and the blazing sun turned bright red like blood, and quickly dyed a deep black.

The image of this meditation shattered.

Lumian snapped his eyes open and gasped for air, feeling like he was about to die.

It took a dozen or twenty seconds for him to recover from the near-death experience.

He instinctively lowered his head and examined his body.

He saw something strange on his left chest.

Some dark, black, thorn-like symbol seemed to come from the heart, growing out of the body, and one by one, they connected together, extending backwards like a chain.

Above these "thorns" are patterns of suspicious eyes and insect-like twisted lines, all of which are blue-black.

At this point, these tattoo-like things are slowly fading.

Lumien was startled at first, and then had a lot of ideas.

He quickly got out of bed, went straight to the full-length mirror, and pointed his back at it.

Then, with all his might, he turned his head to the left to check his back.

He could barely see the chain of black "thorns" burrowing into his vest again.

In other words, the "thorn" chain locked his heart and corresponding body in the form of a ring.

"Black and blue-black are two different symbols, and these cyan and black ones feel a little familiar, huh...... It's very similar to the old man I helped when I was wandering...... That's when I began to dream about large fogs......" Lumian analyzes the "special" in his body that is different from reality, until they completely fade and disappear.

Seeing this, Lumian was quite disappointed.

Although he found something special, he felt that it was meaningless.

Because the process of guiding them into their appearance made him extremely painful, close to death.

What's the difference between facing a monster with a shotgun and bringing it food when you're about to pass out?

And if he waits for him to have the strength to fight again, the "special" is about to disappear again.

In the dream, the climate was quite cold, like early spring in the mountains, and Lumian was always naked and not too comfortable, so he quickly got dressed again.

Just doing such a simple thing, he was extremely tired, and his head hurt a little.

Obviously, the impact of the meditation just now is not something that can be restored in a short period of time.

In this case, Lumian decided to give up exploring tonight, not to try, to sleep well, and to recuperate.

…………

When he woke up, it was still not dawn.

Looking at the darkness inside the room and the slight crimson near the curtains, Lumian carefully recalled what had happened in his dream.

"I've meditated many times in reality before, but I didn't hear that strange sound or feel any pain......

"Is there anything special only in that dream?" Lumian sat up in confusion, intending to make a confirmation.

Again, he followed the process and tried to meditate.

The crimson sun quickly appeared in his mind, and the chaos of his mind gradually settled.

It was a familiar meditation experience for the Lumian, with no strange sounds, no intense pain, and no near-death experience.

After a while, he finished his meditation, unbuttoned it, and looked down at the position of his heart.

There is not a single symbol there.

"Sure enough, it's a special dream, and it doesn't affect reality...... "Lumian didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

He raised his head and looked at the window that was covered by the curtain, and his thoughts diverged, thinking about whether and how the "special" in the dream could be used.

At this moment, he saw that there seemed to be more black shadows outside the window, small black shadows.

Lumian's pupils dilated, and the whole person was highly nervous.

His most instinctive reaction was to call his sister, but then he thought that he was at home, and that Aurel had said that she would look this way, and she should have noticed it, so he cautiously got out of bed and slowly approached the window.

In the process, Lumian waited for his sister to stop the operation.

Aurel did not appear.

Lumian came to the window, grabbed the curtain, and cautiously pulled it open a gap.

Outside the window was a quiet and deep night, and the crimson moon hung far in the sky.

Not far away, on an elm tree gently shaking its leaves, an owl stood silently, facing Lumian's window.

It was larger than most of its kind, its eyes were not at all dull or stiff, and the light in its eyes at Lumian was indescribably overlooking.

The owl!

It's here again!

Lumien's heart suddenly hung in the air.

The owl, like last time, looked at Lumien for more than ten seconds, then spread its wings and flew into the depths of the night without doing anything.

"......" Lumien was speechless for a moment.

After a long while, he opened the curtains and scolded:

"Sick in the head, isn't it?

"Every time I come and see, take a look, and leave without saying a word!

"Are you mute, or do you have a problem with your IQ and haven't learned human language for so many years?"

In fact, Lumian has his own guess about the owl's actions, thinking that it is the existence of his sister that makes it dare not do anything, after all, Aurel said that as long as he does not leave the building at night, he can ensure safety, if he just impulsively poked his head out of the window, the owl probably would not fly away quietly like now.

After scolding for a while, Lumian decided to close the curtains and catch up on sleep for a while.

He casually swept his gaze out, and suddenly froze there.

More than ten meters away, at the edge of a small forest, a figure was walking slowly.

She wore a long dark dress made of coarse cloth, and her hair was thin and pale.

"Naroca......" Lumian recognized the figure.

It was Narocca, whom he had asked about the legend of the wizard before.

Naroca's face seemed to be half-melted into the darkness, her eyes reflected a strange light in the faint crimson moonlight, and her whole body was extremely stiff, like a wandering ghost.

PS: Thank you for rewarding the Silver Alliance in the dark night.