Lumian unconsciously held his breath and shrank back a little.

Naroka didn't come in this direction, and slowly, slowly entered the grove, and disappeared into the deep night.

"Isn't she in the right state...... Is there something going on? Lumien was slightly worried.

Recently, there have been more and more anomalies in the village.

He looked out for a while, and the night was quiet, only the swaying leaves proved the presence of the wind.

"What are you looking at?" Aurore's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Lumian was not surprised, turned around, and said to his sister in two-section pajamas:

"Did you notice something wrong?"

"Nope." Aurore's drooping blonde hair was slightly messy and fluffy, and she looked like she had just gotten out of bed.

Immediately afterward, she said angrily:

"I didn't see anything wrong, I just knew of a guy who didn't sleep most of the night and wandered around the window."

"It's dawn in an hour at most, how can it be ......considered the middle of the night," Lumian muttered habitually, before asking, "Didn't you come because the owl flew out of the window again?" Don't see Narocca outside? ”

"Naroka?" Aurel gave a rare look of confusion.

Lumian didn't hide it, starting when he woke up to find a dark shadow outside the window, until Naroca, who was in a strange state, walked into the grove.

As for the peculiarities of dream meditation, he planned to consult the mysterious woman before considering how to tell Auror, or hide it for a while, lest his sister prevent him from gaining supernatural powers.

Aurore's good-looking golden eyebrows furrowed:

"Naroka may have gone wrong......

"You go to their house after dawn."

"What's the problem?" Lumian asked subconsciously.

"How do I know? I didn't see it, so I couldn't make an accurate judgment. Aurel replied angrily.

"You really didn't see it?" Lumian thought that his sister was monitoring this side the whole time.

Aurel snorted:

"You think you can watch whatever you want? When you see something you shouldn't see, you have to think about which cemetery to choose for me.

"I'm not going to look outside, so I'll monitor your status and wake up if something is wrong."

My sister is taking care of me at such a great risk...... Lumian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but blink.

Aurel added earnestly:

"That's why I'm telling you, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, it's a very dangerous thing to pursue supernatural power."

"Hmm." Lumian nodded solemnly.

At the same time, he silently said in his heart:

"It's because of the danger that I can't let you go alone."

…………

After breakfast, Lumian took his sister's instructions and went straight to Naroca's house.

Before he could get closer, he saw a number of villagers standing outside the door, including several of his companions and Ava's father, Guillaume Murphy. Lizier, Raymond's father, Pierre. Clegg, the brother of the parish priest, Pons. Bennet et al.

"What's going on?" Lumien cautiously walked around Ponce. Bene and the villains surrounding him came to Raymond's side.

Raymond replied rather sadly:

"Narocca is gone."

"Huh?" Although Lumian was ready for Naroca's accident, he didn't expect her to be dead.

Raymond muttered again:

"In the morning, before dawn, the parish priest came to give her a dying comfort.

"We asked her two days ago about the wizard legend, she was fine, very energetic, why did she pass away suddenly......"

Before dawn in the morning? Lumi was taken aback.

It was at this point in time that he saw Naroca, and the parish priest's dying consolation was either earlier or later, not much worse.

So, what I'm seeing is actually Naroca's ghost? This happened after the owl flew to look at me...... Can it really take away human souls? Well, Narocca is one of the surviving witnesses to the Wizarding Incident...... If I hadn't listened to my sister and hadn't gone out after dark, perhaps the parish priest would have been me, and he would have spit on me for his deathbed...... Thoughts kept running through Lumien's mind.

Raymond didn't talk to him either, standing outside the two-story house, quietly mourning Naroca.

After Lumian reined in his thoughts, he saw three strangers, Leah, Ryan, and Valentine, approaching.

"What's going on here?" Without waiting for Lumian to say hello, Leah asked first.

They saw a large crowd gathered on the road.

Lumian sighed and said:

"My cabbages, a respectable old lady has passed away."

"Then why are you all standing outside the door?" Leah didn't express her condolences first, because Lumian's words were not so believing.

She was still wearing the same outfit she had worn before.

Lumian immediately made an obvious movement of looking up and down, which made Liya a little panicked.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

Lumian laughed:

"You're certainly not from the Darley Japanese."

"We are from Bigor." Ryan replied calmly.

Vigol is the capital of the province of Leston in the Republic of Antis, and Dalej is a city on the southern border of the province of Leston and governs a large area including the village of Koldu.

"No wonder you don't know the customs of the Dariege region." Lumian nodded.

He had thought that the three foreigners were officials from Daliege, but it turned out that they were from the provincial capital of Bigol.

The status seems to be a lot higher than I expected...... Lumian silently updated his judgment on Leah and the others.

"What kind of customs?" Leah asked with interest, "Can you tell us?" ”

Lumian originally wanted to have a good relationship with them, so he said with a smile:

"You are my cabbage, how could I not tell you?

"As you know, everyone has their own zodiac sign, and in the Dariege region, we also believe that every family also has its own zodiac sign, which generates corresponding luck, and the death and funeral of the family member, especially the head of the family, will take away this good luck.

"In order not to affect the horoscope and to preserve luck, we would place the deceased in the center of a family, that is, in the kitchen, before the burial, and then cut off part of her hair and nails, hiding them in the house forever, but not from the guests.

"At this time, if the people attending the funeral enter the house, it will affect the corresponding constellation and take away some luck, so we attend the funeral to mourn outside the door, at most go to the door to look at it, and then go to the cemetery next to the church to wait."

"That's right." Ryan bowed his head slightly, "It's the same as the presence of holy bones in the cathedrals of every region, 'where there is a part of the Holy Sacrament, there will always be saints'." ”

He turned to face Naroca's house, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and began to mourn in silence.

Leah and Valentine also expressed their condolences.

When they were finished, Lumian said to them:

"I'm going to the door to look at the body, and I'll see you back, my cabbages."

"Okay." Ryan nodded gently.

Lumian lowered his voice and added:

"I'll help you find that little blue book."

Without waiting for Liya and the others to respond, he took a step back to the side and said with a smile:

"Why do you wear the same clothes every day?"

"When you're going to stay in a foreign land for a while, you can't care too much about decency." Ryan said simply, and Leah subconsciously touched the silver bell hanging from her veil.

Bidding farewell to Valentine and the others, Lumian walked to the door of Naroca's house.

After waiting in line for a while, it was finally his turn.

He stood by the door and looked out into the kitchen ahead.

Naroca's body had not yet been placed in the coffin, lying quietly on a rudimentary bed made of several benches.

Her nails had been cut off, and her thinning gray hair was much neater than ever.

Her face was pale and wrinkled, and even a bold young man like Lumian didn't dare to look at it for too long.

"Her face is even greener than when she saw her before dawn......" Lumian whispered, bowed slightly, and left the doorway.

On the way to the cemetery with Raymond, he suddenly slapped his head:

"Oops, I forgot to inform Aurel."

"Then you go." Raymond understood.

Oroel doesn't like to go out a lot of the time, and she really can't know what's going on in the village without her brother.

Lumian said:

"It just so happens that this place is not far from your house, lend me the little blue book for two days, and my book has been gnawed by rats for a few pages, and I need to copy it."

"Okay." Raymond agreed.

Anyway, it's still a long time before the burial.

…………

"Narocca is gone." Lumian hid the little blue book, returned home, and said to Aurel.

Aurore couldn't help but sigh:

"Sure enough, something happened.

"I don't know if the owl caused ......."

"I doubt it too." Lumian echoed her sister.

Aurel gave an "um" sound:

"You must not leave the house after dark.

"You have to find a way to warn those who are with you on the hunt for wizarding legends."

"Okay." Lumian had just intimidated Raymond with "Narocca died within two days of being asked about the wizarding legend", telling him not to go out after dark for the recent period.

"Narocca is a nice person, I'm going to change my clothes for her funeral." As she walked towards the staircase, Aurore asked, "Will you come with me, or will you read a book and make a scroll before you go?" ”

What kind of rolls do you make at this time? Sometimes, Lumian doesn't quite understand his sister's train of thought.

Considering the need to compare the little blue book, he said to Auror:

"I'll make a roll and then I'll go."

"Good." Aurore was pleased.

After seeing his sister go out, Lumian's expression sank.

He went up to the second floor, went into the study, and took out the little blue book borrowed by Raymond's family, comparing it to the one in his own house where some of the words had been cut out.

Time passed slowly, and the corresponding words were found one by one and written on a blank piece of paper.

Lumian pieced together carefully for a while, and then adjusted the volume of the two sentences.

Soon, the contents of a possible letter for help were presented to him:

"We need help as soon as possible.

"The people around me are getting stranger."