Looking at the restored "letter for help", Lumian fell silent for a long time.

Although this does not necessarily mean that it is the content of the letter, after all, as long as he doesn't care too much about grammar, those words can make other sentences, such as "the people around him need help as soon as possible, we are getting stranger", etc., but it still made him feel an indescribable heaviness, as if he was weighed on by something.

In the past, he might have thought that the sender was playing a prank, but now in the village of Cordu, there are really more and more abnormal things, and this is only the part he has discovered.

"You can't pretend that you didn't see anything, and you can't pretend that nothing happened......

"My sister said that a person of right mind must know how to avoid danger and not stand under a wall when he finds it collapsing......"

Lumian came back to his senses and quickly made a decision:

Must leave the village of Cordu as soon as possible, with my sister!

As for the anomalies here, naturally there are official people to deal with them, and the villagers here must also be protected by them, and Lumian himself has neither the obligation to take this responsibility nor the corresponding ability.

"In addition, we must speed up the exploration of the ruins of the dream realm, and strive to gain extraordinary powers in a short period of time, so as to deal with the unexpected ...... that may occur in the process of leaving here," Lumian's mind became clearer, and his heart was full of urgency.

What he feared most was that before he and his sister could leave the village of Cordu, the anomaly would erupt, in that case, he would at least not be able to drag his sister down, and the corresponding premise would be that he would need to become much stronger than he was now.

Thinking of this, Lumian put his little blue book back in its place, took the paper on which the words and sentences were written, and walked briskly down the stairs.

He deliberately walked around to the stove and threw the piece of paper into the fire.

Out of the door, Lumian made a beeline for the old tavern.

The door to the tavern was closed and the owner and bartender Morris. Bene should have gone to Naroca's funeral.

However, as a part-time inn, it is not possible to lock all the doors during the day, so that guests are not allowed to enter and exit.

Lumian detoured down the path and pushed open the back door of the tavern.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he glanced down the hall and saw no figure.

Kicking and kicking, Lumian went up to the second floor and stopped outside the mysterious woman's room.

Seeing that there was no sign hanging on the doorknob that said "Resting, do not disturb", Lumien took a breath and exhaled slowly, then flexed his fingers and gently tapped on the wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock......

He knocked three times in a row, but no movement came from inside.

Knock, knock, knock...... Lumian knocked harder, but no one answered.

He slapped a few more times, and the room fell silent.

"Absent?" Lumien frowned, "Watching Naroca's funeral?" ”

He wasted no more time, went down the second floor, out of the tavern, and went straight to the cemetery next to the church.

On the way, he passed by Naroca's house.

At this time, the crowd outside the door to say goodbye to the body had all dispersed, and they all went to the cemetery to wait.

Lumian glanced from afar, just in time to see Pons, the brother of the parish priest. Bennet came out of the house.

"This ......" he was surprised, and subconsciously leaned towards the building next to him, shrinking behind the obscuration.

When a funeral is held, isn't it impossible to enter the house, so as not to affect the constellations and take away good luck?

Ponce. Bené stopped at the door of Naroca's house, and met the old lady's young son, named Arno. Andrei's middle-aged man whispered a few words.

Wait until Pons. Bennet departed, and Arno locked the gate and headed for the cemetery.

"Naroca's death is a bit strange...... Lumian frowned, silently muttering to himself.

He now felt that Naroca's death was not necessarily caused by the owl, but more likely to have something to do with the secret eccentricity of the parish priests.

The owl may have followed its mission to take the souls of the dead from the village of Cordu, and then stopped to observe Lumian on the way.

Of course, Lumian has an even more terrifying guess:

The parish priest and his gang may have some connection with the owl!

Their eccentricity, the things they do in secret, may have originated from the legacy of the original wizard.

"Before leaving Kordu Village, you can find an opportunity to tell Ryan and Leah about my speculations, hoping that they can find out the truth as soon as possible and solve the problem quickly." Lumian withdrew his gaze, muttering thoughtfully to himself as he walked towards the church of the Eternal Sun.

Throughout the funeral, Lumian seemed silent and serious, but in fact he was constantly observing each of the villagers, hoping to find something unusual in their expressions.

It's a pity that he didn't get anything.

However, he also had a certain delusion because of this:

Some of the people in the village may be wearing some kind of mask......

And the mysterious lady who gave him tarot cards did not appear in the cemetery.

…………

Towards evening, the two-story building is half-ground-sink.

"Where's the paper you wrote?" Aurore glanced at his brother who walked in front of him and said casually, "Show me." ”

Lumian said with a serious expression:

"I have something for you."

Aurore's gaze swept across his face:

"A wild animal in the village has taken your roll again?"

"It's not." Lumian said in a deep voice, "I've heard something from those strangers. ”

Aurel retracted her smile and nodded to continue.

Starting from Ryan and the others tracking down a letter for help, Lumian talked about the anomalies of the little blue book at home, talked about the suspicion of Mrs. Pualis, and talked about the little blue book he borrowed from Raymond's family, and preliminarily restored the content of the letter for help.

Finally, he proposed:

"Let's get out of the village as soon as possible, to Liège, no, Bigor, and stay for a while."

Aurel did not answer immediately, and pondered for a full ten seconds before saying:

"It's really the best option right now.

"But there is a question, while the officials are investigating, will we suddenly leave Koldu in a hurry, will they arouse their suspicions, be intercepted by them, and focus on the investigation?

"If I'm not an extraordinary, it's nothing, but I'm not officially recognized as a wild extraordinary, the kind that will be captured and purified by the inquisition."

After all, Lumian was inexperienced, and he had ignored the issue before, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He said after a moment:

"Forcibly break out and hide in another city, or another country?"

"Don't you think too highly of me?" Aurore smiled dumbly, "According to my observation, those three outsiders should be quite powerful, if there is only one, I may be able to deal with it, but there are three of them, and how do you know that there is no ambush outside the village, just waiting for the suspect to be frightened, take the initiative to appear, and flee outside?" ”

Lumian was speechless.

He had to admit that compared to his sister, he was still too young and immature, and his thinking was not careful enough at critical moments.

"You're still too reckless." Aurore commented, "But it's normal, how can a young man not be a little sharp? ”

She paused and said:

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to the magistrate and help me make a telegram to the Novel Weekly, asking when the writers' salon mentioned before will be held."

Aurel is a columnist for Fiction Weekly, which is quite popular with readers.

- The Administrator and the parish priest each have a telegraph in the hands of the village of Kordu, and are responsible for emergency communication, and it is not impossible for the villagers to use it in normal times, but they must pay enough Fergin.

Seeing Lumian's puzzled look, Aurore smiled and explained simply:

"Fiction Weekly has always wanted me to do some activities in Trier, but I have refused, including the recent Writers' Salon.

"Since I took the initiative to inquire about it, they would have warmly invited me over, and would even reimburse the cost of the round-trip steam train ticket.

"In this way, it is normal for us to leave, and even if we will be secretly observed, we will not be treated as suspects.

"When the time comes, I will have a way to hide from them for a short time, as long as the two of us are really not contaminated by the anomalous event, there is a high probability that we will leave Cordu smoothly."

"Okay." Lumian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a few seconds, he asked curiously:

"Aurel, uh, sister, the Extraordinary is the name given to someone with extraordinary powers?"

"Yes." Aurel didn't say much.

She smiled instead:

"You're willing to leave your friends behind and run away from Cordu."

"What does it matter to me whether others live or die?" Lumien let out a "huh".

The most important thing at the moment is to ensure the safety of my sister!

Aurore "tsk" laughed:

"Come on, come on, say what you just said again, I'm cute to listen.

"How many times have you said something like this before? But each time, they either quietly helped, or pretended to remind them unintentionally. ”

"Those are the little things." Lumian pleaded.

The current anomaly will threaten my sister.

"Okay, okay." Aurel looked like she didn't argue with the children, "It's time to prepare dinner, it's your turn today." ”

Lumian let out an "um" and walked over to the stove.

…………

A dark night when the red moon is obscured by clouds.

Lumian washed up and lay down on the bed.

Obvious apprehension gradually appeared on his face.

Aurel's response was not bad, but Lumian was worried that while waiting for a call back from Fiction Weekly, the anomaly in the village would erupt.

For this reason, he was extremely eager to improve his strength, and obtaining transcendent power in the ruins of his dreams was the most accessible way for him at the moment.

Unfortunately, he didn't find the lady all day today, and he couldn't get the corresponding advice, so he had to try it himself.

To him, the situation had reached such a point that it was as if an arrow had been set on a bow, and the string had been pulled and it had to be launched.

Without hesitation, Lumian reined in his mind and slowly fell asleep.