"It's about the same intensity as 'last time'......"

Lumian looked at the skinless monster's corpse and whispered to himself.

Before going back in time, he and this monster fought back and forth, relying on his IQ to crush it, it seemed that it was easy to solve, but now it is just an axe matter.

Of course, this is also the reason why he "had" experienced it, knew very well about the sneak attack just now, and made a prediction in advance.

But no matter what, the contrast between "before and after" is enough for him to feel that what he has gained after becoming an extraordinary person is a qualitative improvement.

Lumian pondered for two seconds, and pulled the skinless monster's corpse and head into a corner, but did not bury them with stones, wood, dirt, etc., leaving them and the blood on the ground exposed.

Then, Lumian quickly searched the half-collapsed building, pinpointing the remaining 197 Filking 25 Copes and sorting them into different pockets.

He also flipped through the little blue book again, but found nothing unusual.

After doing all this, he dived into the depths of the ruins, but after only twenty or thirty meters, he made a circle, returned to the place where he had just been, and followed the trajectory of the skinless monster before his death, and deftly climbed to the half-collapsed roof.

After completing the necessary preparations, he hid himself.

As the minutes ticked by, Lumian waited patiently, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey.

I don't know how long it took, a figure came from somewhere in the ruins.

It was half-human, half-beast, with its knees bent forward with its calves, its black hair greasy and greasy, and a shotgun on its back, the same monster that had given Lumian a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of a "hunter" "before".

The shotgun monster cautiously walked forward, as if on a daily patrol.

Suddenly, it twitched its nose and noticed a large amount of blood on the ground in the distance.

It busily changed direction and approached the half-collapsed building due to the burning.

Following the trail of blood, the Shotgun Monster found the body and head of the skinless monster.

It crouched down and examined it carefully.

On the half-collapsed roof, Lumian shook his head when he saw this, and said to himself silently:

"You don't even smell me at this distance?

"Even if there is a smell of blood, you shouldn't be unaware!"

He muttered as he lifted his axe and slashed hard into the deepened stone crevices on the side.

Crash!

The half-collapsed roof shook, and heavy stones fell with a thud.

The shotgun monster reacted very quickly, and immediately twisted its waist, stretched its legs, and jumped towards the area that had not collapsed.

Lumian smiled.

He swooped down from the roof that had not yet collapsed, like an eagle grasping its prey in mid-air.

In the sound of the wind, Lumian and the shotgun monster met in the air, one condescendingly, raising the axe in one hand, and the other with his back to the height, turning with difficulty, trying to block.

Lumian clenched his left hand into a fist and struck it down, waiting for the monster to stretch out his arm to block, but he opened his palm as if he was ready, softened his strength, and grabbed the opponent.

With the pull back of Lumien's left hand, the axe he grasped in his right hand slashed down.

In the sound of poof, in the blood spilled, a man and a monster fell to the ground at the same time.

Lumian, who had a "cushion", was unaffected, and raised his hand to chop another axe.

The head of the shotgun monster was reluctant, and at this time it had to break away from its body and roll twice.

Lumian stood up, looked at the monster, and sneered in a low voice:

"You're getting weaker!

"There's only a horrible shell left, and it's actually a scarecrow stuffed inside, right?"

Having become a "hunter", he was very sure of solving the shotgun monster again, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lumian waited patiently for the extraordinary properties to precipitate.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the crimson light to appear.

"No?" Lumian muttered to himself.

He wasn't surprised.

Because the extraordinary properties of the shotgun monster were obtained by him "last time", and turned into a potion into his body.

Sure enough, since going back in time did not make me become an ordinary person again, and did not make the extraordinary characteristics in my body disappear, it means that there is a lack of extraordinary characteristics of "hunter" here, and the shotgun monster simply returns to a living state, but lacks the support of essential things...... Now the question is, why am I still in the same way as I was before I went back in time? Lumian couldn't think of an answer for a moment, so he scavenged the copper coins from the shotgun monster and walked out of the ruins.

…………

After dawn, Lumian didn't pretend to have a headache in front of his sister like he had done on March 30, and provoked extraordinary-related topics, getting up early to prepare food.

Grilled toast, fried soft-boiled eggs, sliced bacon, and more are all on the table.

"Yo, so diligent?" Auror, who went downstairs to see this scene, was quite surprised, "I thought you drank so much yesterday that you wouldn't be able to get out of bed this morning." ”

Lumian said casually:

"Just a glass of apple sour and a glass of vermouth, where's the more?"

"What's there to be proud of? Except for wine, which can be drunk, other alcoholic beverages are unhealthy and can affect our brains. Aurel shook her head and laughed, "No wonder you're getting dumber, my drunkard brother." ”

Lumian, who had never been able to argue with his sister, muttered quietly:

"Why is wine an exception?"

"Because I like to drink." Aurore has a look of "you have the ability to refute it".

Lumian had nothing to say.

After breakfast, he didn't rush out and kneaded the flour.

This made Oroel amazed:

"Did you get into trouble? So well-behaved......

"Say, my sister won't beat you, at most she will practice a martial arts lesson."

"Nope." Lumian took advantage of the situation to start the conversation, "I just think the atmosphere in the village is getting more and more weird, and some people are behaving more and more abnormally, Aurel, do you feel this way?" ”

According to his observation, his sister does not have any memories related to the time when she was reversed, but the anomaly in the village definitely did not appear in the past few days, and there should have been certain signs before March 29, as a "voyeur", Oroel may have noticed it, but she didn't pay enough attention to it.

Aurel's expression became a little more serious:

"Even you can sense something is wrong?

"Tell me, who are the people who make you feel this way?"

Auroel really knew that some people had certain problems, but she didn't expect the problem to be so serious...... Lumian said as he washed his hands:

"Madame Poalis, parish priest, Pons. Bennet, as well as the shepherd Pierre, who returned to the village early. Berry. ”

"Madame Poalis does have some problems, and I knew that she was not quite right from the time she came to Cordu with the magistrate, but she behaved with restraint, and there was nothing evil about it except for successive extramarital affairs with people." "I saw ...... in her," Aurel recalled.

Aurel paused, seemingly unwilling to involve Lumian in the otherworld.

Having an extramarital affair with someone in a row? Before Lumien found out that Madame Pualis was cheating with the parish priest, she thought that she was a decent lady, who knew that the parish priest was not her first lover.

This, of course, fits into Lumian's current stereotype of Madame Poalis.

"As for the parish priest, he shares your thirst for supernatural power, but he has never received the gift of the Church of the Eternal Sun." Aurel thought and said, "Pons. Bennet's muscular head can't do anything weird...... Shepherd Pierre. The sheep that Berry drove back this time seemed a little wrong, but I couldn't see what was wrong, and I didn't dare to go deeper......"

It is worthy of the sequence 7 of the "voyeur" path...... Before going back in time, there were still too few things to communicate with my sister about this, and I actually missed Pierre. Berry's sheep may have a problem with this important clue...... Well, at that time it was also for Pierre. Berry wasn't too suspicious, but thought it was a little strange that he had rushed back early for Lent...... Lumian was about to speak when a clanging sound rang out in the doorway.

The doorbell of their house was ringed.

"Who?" Lumian asked, walking over.

"Auroel has a telegram!" The people outside responded loudly.

"Telegram?" Aurel looked puzzled, "Who sent me the telegram?" There's nothing important lately......"

Lumien is also puzzled:

On March 30, before going back in time, I didn't receive a telegram at home!

No, on March 30th, I went to the village square early to wait for Raymond, maybe my sister received the telegram but didn't tell me...... Lumian quickly found a possibility and opened the door.

Outside the door was indeed Bertrand, a subordinate of the administrator in charge of the telegraph, who handed a piece of paper to Lumian and said:

"1 Filkin."

The brown-haired Bertrand was not from the village of Corduben, but had come from Daliege with the magistrate, and was a young man who was outwardly enthusiastic and greedy.

Lumian took out a silver coin of 1 Fergin and tossed it to Bertrand, and looked down at the telegram.

The content of the telegram was not complicated, and he quickly skimmed through the general content:

"The aforementioned writers' salon is in June, and if you wish, Miss Auror, you can now leave for Trier, leaving plenty of time for your visit, and we promise that it will be a very good journey."

The byline is, the editorial department of "Novel Weekly".

This...... Lumien's eyes widened suddenly.

Is this a call back from Fiction Weekly?

"When did I say I was going to the Writers' Salon?" Aurore leaned over and looked at it a few times, "What's crazy about the editorial office of Fiction Weekly?" It's annoying to see so many people at once! ”

By this time, Bertrand was already far from the door.

Hearing Aurel's words, combined with the content of the telegram, the stunned Lumian suddenly had a bold guess:

The telegram in my hand is indeed a reply from the "Novel Weekly", but it is the telegram that I will send in a few days!

It would be more accurate to say that the telegram I sent before going back in time received a call back after going back in time, and in the current experience, that telegram has not yet been photographed!