Lumian didn't dare to let himself slow down for too long, for fear that other monsters would come, so he took a short rest, endured the pain in his neck and back, as well as some discomfort in his body, and squatted next to the monster's corpse.

He still held the axe in his right hand, fearing that his prey was not completely dead, and that he might suddenly jump up like the skinless monster before.

Using his left hand alone, he groped for the monster's body and found three 5 Cope coins called "Rick", as well as an empty cloth bag.

"That's it?" Lumian's disappointment was not the lack of money he found, but the lack of items involving supernatural powers.

If it weren't for the latter, he would have nothing to do with this monster to fight to the death?

If it weren't for the fact that he had a certain special place in the dream world, he would have become the other party's food now.

Lumian propped himself up, looking at the head of the shotgun monster rolling to the side, praying that what he wanted was there.

At this moment, he saw a little crimson light emanating from the surface of the monster's piercing body.

They are like fireflies, flying slowly and unstoppably towards the same place.

Lumien's eyes straightened, and his heart gradually flooded with joy:

This phenomenon is definitely closely related to supernatural power!

It didn't take long for a sticky crimson to appear on the monster's chest, and no other points of light were coming out of it.

Lumian carefully bent down and reached out to grasp the mass of things.

It was slippery, and he dropped it twice before he managed to pick it up, and weighed it in his palm:

It is very light, has a certain texture and elasticity, and has a very smooth surface......

"What the hell is this?" Lumian once again recognizes himself as illiterate in the true sense of the occult.

In a silent whisper, he vaguely smelled the bloody smell of this strange crimson thing, and he quickly became impetuous, and an indescribable anger grew in his body.

For a moment, Lumian wanted to lift the axe and slash the monster's corpse a few more times to vent his violent emotions.

Fortunately, Auroel has always emphasized that the pursuit of supernatural power is a dangerous thing, and he has taken precautions against this, always monitoring his own situation, not letting his guard down because of joy, and detecting something wrong in advance.

"Does it affect my mental state?" Lumian threw the crimson into the sack he found on the monster's body.

As soon as the two sides lost direct contact, he immediately regained the calm of the battle and the little excitement that had not completely subsided.

There was still a slight shiver in his body.

"Sure enough!" When Lumian returned to normal, he whispered happily.

He then fastened the bag and hung it on the belt buckle.

After thinking about it, Lumian removed the bag and tucked it into the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

This makes it easier to lose and gives him a sense of security!

As the garment untied, a book on Lumien's back lost its support and fell to the ground.

Its surface is pitted and the whole is in tatters.

This is the exercise book that Oroel wrote for Lumian, called "Mock Training Set for the Unified Entrance Examination for Colleges and Universities", which itself has a soft cover and a large open book, which can be used for outer protection and fill in the gaps.

Today, it blocked a shotgun shot for Lumian at a crucial moment.

Of course, this is not the credit of its book.

Lumian picked up the workbook, walked back to the monster's corpse, and smiled at the dead prey:

"Look, knowledge does equal power!"

After saying this, he was going to throw the exercise book in the monster's face, but he thought that his sister had spent a lot of effort to compile it, and he was reluctant.

He backhanded the workbook into the belt behind his waist, leaned down, dragged the monster's body to the trap, threw it in, and then kicked the monster's falling head.

After simply clearing the battlefield, Lumian endured the pain and discomfort, put his axe away, took the shotgun that had no bullets and his steel fork and shovel, and retreated in the direction of the wilderness.

He watched behind him as he walked, not daring to be careless.

Finally, he walked through the wilderness, returned to his home, went up to the second floor, and went into his bedroom.

It was only at this point that Lumien truly relaxed, and body aches, obvious discomfort, and intense exhaustion erupted at the same time.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and it took him a while to regain some mobility, but instead of rushing to sleep and leaving, he took off his clothes, put away his books, and walked to the full-length mirror attached to the closet to check his injuries.

His neck was high and swollen, and there were five blood-colored finger prints in the blue and black, and there were more obvious bruises on his back, and as for the minor abrasions and bruises, it was difficult to count them for a while.

"Even a little bit of the kind of internal injury that Aurel said, I don't know if it will recover directly next time I come in?" Lumian couldn't help but think back to the previous fight, and made an assessment of his performance, "Failed, but not far off." ”

In fact, in the first half of the battle, he could give himself a high score, because not only did he make full use of the weakness of the monster's IQ that was not too high, and successfully guided it into the second trap, but also strictly followed the plan in advance, perfectly maneuvered with the target for a long time, and dragged it to a state where the injury was about to completely explode, the only disadvantage was that he lacked enough experience and chose to use a steel fork to stab the monster at the bottom of the pit, instead of finding some stones with a lot of weight and throwing it directly.

In the second half of the battle, the joy of approaching victory, the lack of combat experience, and the contempt for the monster's IQ led him to fall for the monster and almost be killed.

Such a performance must have failed, but fortunately, his previous success also pushed the monster to the limit, failing to kill him quickly, giving him the opportunity to complete the meditation and summon the "special".

Frankly speaking, before this, Lumian didn't expect that the "special" would have such a big effect, so that the monster fell into an inextricable fear, and could not even break free from being attacked.

He was also worried that the near-death status brought about by summoning the "Special" would make it easy for the enemy to deal with him.

"It's really special, it's also very ......strong," Lumian suddenly had an idea amid his exclamation.

The reason why the monsters in the ruins don't enter their homes and make this a "safe zone" is because there are even more terrifying things in the house, such as the owner of the mysterious voice that he heard when he summoned "Special"!

Siss, thinking of this, Lumian couldn't help but gasp.

His knee-jerk reaction was to search every corner of the house to find that horrible thing, but quickly dismissed the idea.

If you can't even beat a shotgun monster, don't provoke a terrifying thing that scares a shotgun monster so much that you don't dare to resist!

Since there is peace in the house, don't remove the fig leaf and try to maintain the current "safe house" state.

It's a day to be able to live like this.

As for the dangers in the future, we will face them later.

"No, not later, it's after I've become extraordinary and strong enough to a certain extent." Lumian set his eyes on the cloth bag he was holding in his left hand.

- Even if he examined his injuries in front of the mirror with his upper body bare, he didn't want to let the hard-won source of extraordinary power out of his control.

"How do I use this thing?" Lumian opened the bag and looked at the crimson.

It lies quietly at the bottom of the sack, its shape not too fixed, but it is obviously lifeless.

Lacking knowledge of the occult, Lumian didn't know whether to eat it directly, or perform a ritual to fuse the crimson with himself, or sacrifice it to a secret being.

The latter two methods were only possible because he read the magazine "The Veil of Concealment" to come up with them, and before he did it, he could only hold back one word:

"Eat!"

Lumian didn't rush to make a decision, and planned to consult the mysterious woman in the old tavern first.

He felt that the other party should be able to instruct him on how to use that crimson to gain supernatural power.

Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to do it, he just had a hunch.

It's really not good, he can still talk to his sister.

Unhappily dressed, Lumian stuffed the crimson and all the money he had gotten into his inner pocket.

After doing all this, he lay down on the bed.

Intense exhaustion overcame the pain in his neck and back and the discomfort in his body, causing him to quickly fall asleep.

…………

When Lumien woke up, the sunlight outside had shone through the curtains and illuminated the room.

He sat up slowly, only to feel that his whole body was sore, as if he had been beaten up in a dream.

I was really beaten up...... The injuries in the dream really reflect reality, but there is a noticeable weakening...... Lumian tried to do some movements, but he didn't feel any effect other than the soreness of his muscles.

It put his mind at ease.

Then, he pulled into every pocket on his body.

"No...... No! Lumien failed to pull out the crimson.

This made his expression solemn, his brow furrowed, and he didn't know what to do.

As an item involving supernatural powers, the crimson did not follow him to reality, which was a bit different from what the mysterious woman in the old tavern said!

Lumi calmed down, quickly changed his clothes, and left the room.

The bathroom door was open, and Aurel was facing the mirror, brushing her teeth carefully.

"Early." Lumian said hello.

"It's not too early, it's you ......too late," Aurel said vaguely.

Grunt, snorting as her blonde ponytail flicked as she spat out the mouthwash in her mouth.

Then, she looked sideways at Lumian:

"What did you do when you sneaked out last night?"

"That owl is outside, how dare I go out?" Lumian was very calm.

"Yes." Aurore didn't continue the conversation, but said, "I'll remember to take 5 Felkin to the administrator and make a telegram later." ”

Lumian nodded.

This was the key to his and Auror's escape from the village of Cordu, and he didn't dare to forget it for a moment.

After breakfast, Lumien went straight to the village square, where the magistrate's office was located in a two-story building.

When he arrived, the administrator, Beoster, was still at home, but the rest of the staff had already started their day's work.

After paying the fee and taking the telegram, Lumian turned and went to the old tavern.

Although the mysterious woman was probably not up at this time, he was willing to wait.

He had been waiting for a long time in his quest for supernatural powers, and he didn't mind waiting a little longer.