The lady was eating a croissant and said to Lumien after a while:

"Yes."

She knew it...... Lu Mi was overjoyed and considered the following words:

"Can I ask you to help solve Kordu's problem at a cost?"

He switched to honorific titles.

In his opinion, this mysterious lady is definitely stronger than the three of them, and much stronger, if she is willing to help, then the problem of Kordu Village will no longer be a problem, and he and his sister will not have to risk escaping, the only problem is that he may not be able to afford the corresponding price.

As for whether the other party will agree, Lumian is completely unsure, and can even be said to have a very pessimistic attitude, he just feels that it is necessary to try it in the current situation, even if he is rejected, it will only lose some face, and he doesn't care about this.

The lady looked sideways at Lumian and said in a calm tone:

"I can solve the problem here, but at the cost of destroying everything, including you.

"If you want to get a better result, you can only rely on yourselves."

Is the problem so serious? Lumien's pupils dilated instantly, trying to see the other party's subtle expressions and see if she was joking.

The lady refused to help, he was not surprised or disappointed, he was shocked that the problem of the other party's Koldu village was many times more serious than he expected, and could even lead to the destruction of the entire village!

If she can solve it, then why should the whole village die, while we, ordinary people and extraordinary people who are not strong enough, can strive for a better result? Lumian was confused and horrified.

He decided that if he didn't receive a call back from the "Novel Weekly" the day after tomorrow, he urged his sister to leave Cordu Village immediately, even if it was a big risk, he couldn't delay it any longer!

"What exactly is the problem?" Lumian, who has never been respectful, continued to ask.

The lady smiled:

"If I say it and you investigate it, the result will be completely different."

Lumian instinctively grinded his teeth, he didn't like this kind of behavior of "only talking a little, always refusing to speak clearly".

For some reason, he felt that the strange emotion in the other party's eyes was more obvious again.

"Okay." Lumien thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you know Lady Poalis?" Is she also a wizard, uh, the extraordinary? ”

"Count." The lady picked up her cup and took a sip.

Indeed...... Lumian further asked:

"What pathway, which sequence?"

In the next second, he saw that the lady's expression was a little more serious:

"It's not the normal way."

"What do you mean by not being the normal way?" Lumien asked.

The lady smiled:

"You'll find out later."

I'm wondering right now...... Lumian struggled to control his expression.

He was already standing and was about to leave, when he suddenly thought of a question, a very critical question:

"Ma'am, how do you bring those auxiliary materials into your dreams?"

In the ruins of a dream, he at most turned up red wine and basil at home, which are the spices that wealthy families would prepare, and red chestnut flowers and poplar leaves needed to be collected in reality.

Although neither is difficult to find, Lumian has even figured out where to "borrow", but it is useless to get it, and it cannot be transferred to the dream at all.

The lady smiled and said:

"I'll give you a little help for free.

"You find those materials in reality, put them on the table in your bedroom before going to bed, and I will help you send them to your dreams."

Can she send those things to my dreams? Lumian was startled at first, and then relieved that the problem had been solved.

He didn't expect that there would be a second person in the dream world that he thought was very special.

Thinking that the peculiarity of his entry into the ruins of the dream was most likely due to the strange symbols on his chest, he suspected that the lady in front of him also had something to do with those symbols, or the strange, terrifying sound.

Out of the old tavern, Lumian planned to go at once to collect red chestnut flowers and aspen leaves.

Just then, he saw Ryan, Leah, and Valentine emerge from the path that led to the back door of the tavern, still dressed in their old clothes.

Lu Mi moved with peace of mind and greeted him with a smile:

"Good morning, my cabbages."

Leah turned her head sideways and laughed in Jingle Bell's voice:

"You're early, too."

Lumian immediately pretended to be sneaky, and looked left and right a few times before lowering his voice:

"I noticed something unusual yesterday."

Ryan's expression was straight, and he glanced at each other with Valentine and Leah respectively and said:

"What is it?"

Lumian said with a little fear:

"I suspect Naroca's death is not normal, the one you watched the funeral yesterday."

Ryan gave a look of encouragement as he continued.

Lumian exhaled and said:

"Didn't I tell you about the funeral customs of the Dalieges? Later, after everyone went to the cemetery, Pons. Bene entered Naroca's house, and the owner did not object.

"Isn't this destroying their family's horoscope influence and taking away the corresponding good luck?

"There must be a problem!"

"Pons. Is Bennet the brother of the parish priest? Ryan thought for a few seconds and then asked.

Lumian nodded heavily.

Thinking of the abnormality of the parish priest's group, and thinking that he and his sister were about to leave the village of Koldu, without worrying about possible extermination and revenge afterwards, he said directly:

"The parish priest is not a good man!"

"Why do you say that?" Leah asked with a smile.

She was not at all surprised that Lumian had made such accusations against the parish priest.

Lumian was not polite, and recounted the disappearance of a villager who had gone to Daliege to inform, focusing on the accusations against the parish priest.

He concluded:

"I really doubt that he is a clergyman of the church.

"Once, I had to take refuge in church because a story was told so much truth that it caused some people to feel uncomfortable.

"When I was about to fall asleep behind the altar, the parish priest came in with Lady Poalis, and the two of them went about doing some dirty things under the watchful eyes of the gods.

In the casual conversation that followed, the parish priest also lamented Madame Poalis, saying, 'Why can't a man marry his sister?'

This sentence was unacceptable to Madame de Pualis, who thought it was extremely sinful, and asked the parish priest to repent quickly.

"But the parish priest said: 'Many good families have lost a lot of property because their daughters have married and other sons have gone out to start a family, and they have finally failed, and if the son can marry his sister, these problems will no longer be a problem, but unfortunately the law and morality do not allow it'......"

Hearing this, the indifferent Valentine said with a pale face:

"Is he a servant of God or a servant of the devil?"

Ryan nodded as if in thought:

"No wonder Ponce. Bennet has been married for so many years and has not been allowed to start a family alone......"

Leah looked at Lumian and chuckled softly:

"You really knew in advance that Madame Pualis was cheating with the parish priest and that she wanted to take advantage of us that day."

Lumian smiled awkwardly at first, and then said with a righteous face:

"As a believer in the 'Eternal Sun', I can't stand such a person standing inside the church."

The indifferent Valentine's face softened, and he nodded approvingly:

"If only there were a few more people like you in the village of Koldu."

A few more me? Lumien couldn't imagine what would become of the village of Cordu in this situation.

He then added:

"On that occasion, I also heard the parish priest say to Madame Pualis that he was planning something that might be targeted by the people of the Inquisition, so that Madame Pualis should be careful not to slip his tongue."

Ryan's expression then became solemn:

"Is there anything specific about it?"

"Nope." Lumian didn't make it up.

That's all it takes to say that, and if you say a little more, the problem might have exploded completely tonight, and he hasn't even had time to become extraordinary.

After bidding farewell to the three strangers, Lumian spent a lot of time collecting red chestnut flowers and aspen leaves.

Towards noon, he arrived in the square and came to the two-story building where the magistrate was on business.

At this time, most of the villagers have gathered here, waiting for the election of the "Spring Elf".

Tomorrow part of the Lent celebrations will begin.

Lumian found Raymond, Ava, and the others and squeezed through.

"Is Ava on the list?" He asked.

Ava didn't speak, her mood was visibly uneasy, and Raymond shook his head:

"I don't know."

"There must be Ava, among the unmarried women in the village, except for your sister, she is the most beautiful, and your sister is not the same age." Guillaume standing next to him. Berry interjected.

He was the little Guillaume in the mouths of Lumian and others, one of their friends who often played together, with slightly curly brown hair, obvious freckles on his face, and blue eyes that seemed to always squint because they were not big enough.

Ava's cousin Azema is also here, and she looks like Ava, who is one size smaller and a little more mediocre.

At this point, she didn't speak.

Lumian understands her feelings, as she also wants to be a "spring elf".

In the Daliege region, being selected as a "spring elf" is not only a recognition of your appearance and character, but also has some hidden benefits.

Hearing little Guillaume's words, Lumian smiled:

"If not, when the administrator finishes reading the list, I shout, 'I'll choose Ava!' ”

Ava was suddenly a little embarrassed:

"No, you don't."

This is actually a normal process, after the administrator reads the shortlist of the "Spring Elves", if the villagers have their own candidates, they can shout on the spot and join the vote, but there are not many people who are thick-skinned enough to do so, and Lumian is one of them.

He was very open about it:

Anyway, it's Ava who is embarrassed, not me.

It didn't take long for a window on the second floor to open, and the administrator, Beost, appeared there.

Outwardly, he was much stronger than the parish priest, with his well-combed brown hair, light blue eyes with black lines, a straight nose, thin lips, and a well-groomed beard, which made him look quite good, and his double-breasted flannel jacket showed his status.

Beost looked down at the crowd for a few seconds:

"Ladies and gentlemen, when the time comes, latecomers will no longer have the right to vote.

"Next, I read out the shortlist of 'Spring Elves':

"Ava. Lizier......"

Hearing this, Ava breathed a clear sigh of relief.

Not surprisingly, in the show of hands vote, she received more than 80 percent of the villagers' approval.

After the vote, Lumian did not go to celebrate with his four companions, and left the square directly under the pretext that there was something at home.

As soon as he got home, he asked his sister:

"Is there a call back?"

If there is a call back, the telegraph operator will send it to the house, and by the way, take a little more fee.

"Not yet." Aurore shook her head.

Instead, she said:

"There has been a lot of turbulence lately, and you can't relax in the slightest in martial arts practice, well, I'll play against you in the afternoon."

Lumian was aching and hissed to himself when he heard this.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he deliberately said with a bitter face:

"I don't know if I've been practicing too hard lately, and I'm in pain all over my body today, Auror, uh, sister, help me press it, right? You're the most professional! ”

"Okay." Aurel bowed her head slightly.

…………

In the evening, my sister's stretching massage and adequate rest allowed Lumian's body to basically recover.

Before going to bed, he placed three red chestnut flowers and poplar leaf powder in a bottle on the table in front of the window.

Glancing at them deeply, Lumian slipped into the bed expectantly and a little nervously.