With a dozen or so members of the Berry family huddled together in a dilapidated two-story house, Lumien looked familiarly at the open gate and cautiously walked around the side to the open space behind him that was fenced off with a wooden fence.

In the area of the clearing near the eaves was a pile of hay and firewood, where three white sheep were wandering brown because of their filth.

Lumian thought of Aurel exactly as Pierre. Berry drove back a few sheep a little strange, but he didn't know where the strangeness was, so he deliberately took advantage of the shepherd's visit to the church to pray and come here to check the sheep.

Although he had never shepherded sheep, in a village like Koldu, close to the highland pastures, he had come into contact with not a hundred, but seventy or eighty sheep, and he was definitely not a stranger to them.

After careful observation for a while, Lumian did not notice any difference between the three sheep in front of him and their kind, so he muttered silently:

"You can't see it with the naked eye, so you have to use supernatural abilities?"

But the "Hunter" does not have extraordinary abilities in this regard.

Lumian had just used his greatly improved eyesight, sense of smell, and grasp of various marks, and still found no problems.

The only thing he found strange was that the of the three sheep was piled up in the corner instead of everywhere.

Of course, this is most likely because the people of the Berry family have cleaned up regularly in order to use the feces more effectively.

After watching it for a few more seconds, Lumian muttered quietly:

"It doesn't seem like you can just look and smell...... Do you have to get started? ”

He didn't hesitate at all, held the fence with his hand, climbed in, and skillfully felt like returning to his own home.

The three sheep turned their heads sideways at the same time, looked at Lumian, and he immediately smiled:

"Come, I'll give you a check-up."

He didn't worry about being discovered by his master at all, because he hadn't done similar things once or twice, and every family in the village knew that this guy was good at playing pranks in various ways, and it was normal to use sheep as props.

In Lumian's own words:

When the reputation has been broken, there is naturally the benefit of a bad reputation.

With the title of "Prank King", he would not be too suspicious of anything he did in the village of Cordu, and even if he was caught red-handed by those who were clearly abnormal, the other party could not directly confirm that there was something wrong with him.

Of course, in this case, the parish priest Guillaume and the shepherd Pierre may kill him with the idea of "it is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go", so it is better to be careful when it is time to be careful.

"Bah! Baa! Baa! ”

As if sensing Lumian's bad intentions, the three sheep ducked behind the haystack, their cries not loud.

But how can they hide from a "hunter"?

Lumian grabbed a sheep and patted it on the side, forcing a lower tooth check.

"No problem......" he whispered.

Seeing the sheep looking at him, he smiled maliciously and added:

"The body is very healthy, and it should be very good to make pea stewed lamb."

He deliberately said this to test the IQ of the three sheep.

When there is no physical problem with the target, he can only start from this aspect.

The sheep's gaze was instantly glazed.

Lumian smiled:

"Very spiritual, do you know what I'm talking about?"

The sheep's eyes returned to normal, turned its head sideways, and began to eat hay.

"Ignore me?" Lumian touched his chin, "I'll look for Pierre later. Berry buys you back and eats it tonight! ”

The sheep did not respond.

It bites down on part of the hay and pulls it out hard.

The haystack collapsed suddenly, and Lumian, the "hunter", saw something with sharp eyes.

His expression sank, and he walked over, crouching down to take a closer look.

It was a few pieces of nails wrapped around black hair, the kind that had been cut off.

"How can this be outside the house?" Lumian whispered in surprise.

As a native of Cordu, he certainly knew the funeral customs of the Daliege region, and knew that after the death of the family members, he would cut off some of the hair and nails of the deceased and hide them somewhere in the house, so as not to affect the constellation and retain good luck.

How could such a thing end up in a haystack outside a house?

Lumian picked up a few pieces of fingernails wrapped around her hair, measuring them and observing them.

It looks new, like it hasn't been cut for a long time...... He quickly came to his senses.

But there have been no deaths in the entire village of Cordu lately!

Lumian could only suspect that it was a form of witchcraft similar to funeral customs, and planned to go back and consult his sister.

In order not to arouse suspicion, he re-stuffed the nails and black hair into the haystack and restored the messy scene.

With all this done, he walked towards the wooden fence.

After a few steps forward, he looked back at the three sheep again, and sighed in a self-talking manner with the mentality of giving it a try and not losing anything:

"Pierre. Berry was really a little wrong, and he rushed back to the village before it was even May......

"Did he commit a sin on the outside?

"As a good citizen of Intis and a devout disciple of God, should I make a trip to Daliege and inquire about it?"

The three sheep just looked at him, and they didn't make any other movements, and their eyes didn't change.

There's nothing special about IQ...... Lumian sighed to himself, disappointed.

He then raised his hands, thumbs up, index fingers down, and made a gesture of disdain.

What's wrong with taunting a sheep when you're in a bad mood?

In the next second, the sheep whose body had been examined by Lumian suddenly took a few steps forward, and there seemed to be a little more brilliance in his eyes.

It raised its front hooves and drew on the dirt floor.

Lumian was dazed and confused, and was a little stunned for a moment.

Soon, he came to his senses and approached the sheep quickly.

The sheep seemed to be drawn letters on the ground, and Lumian felt familiar but unrecognizable.

He frowned and speculated:

This script is supposed to be cognate with the Intian language......

But I only speak Intis and some of the ancient Phosaks......

At this moment, Lumian realized from another perspective that Aurel said that "knowledge equals power".

The sheep quickly finished drawing, took two steps back, and looked at Lumian with earnest eyes, and the other two sheep had a similar change of mood, bleating and whispering.

Lumian looked at the word on the ground and fell into deep thought.

His mind was full of "What does this mean?" "How do I respond?" and other thoughts.

It took him a second or two to get an idea, and he nodded solemnly to the three sheep.

At the same time, he stretched out his right foot and wiped the word from the dirt.

Although he can't read it, he can at least pretend to understand!

Fool these three sheep first, and then go back and ask my sister for advice!

Without waiting for the three sheep to "respond", he nodded slowly and thoughtfully with a heavy expression as he walked towards the fence, as if to say, "You wait first, I want to find a way".

Leaving the sheepfold, Lumian did not delay, and went home directly, and found Oroel, who was reading a book on the chaise longue in the study.

"Sister." He shouted impatiently, "Something. ”

"Just call my sister ......" Aurel instantly raised her vigilance, "What trouble did you make this time?" ”

Lumian calmed down and organized the following words:

"You didn't tell me about Pierre the Shepherd. Is there a problem with Berry's three sheep?

"I went to church to pray while Pierre went to the back of his house to look at the three sheep, and guess what I found?"

Auror's expression instantly became serious:

"If you want to do this kind of thing, tell me in advance, it's very dangerous now, and no one will protect you."

But as I told you in advance, you probably won't let me go...... Lumian was moved by his sister's concern and slandered at the same time.

"I'll remember next time." He assured in good faith.

He has said similar words dozens of times.

Aurel could tell what was urgent and what could be postponed, and nodded for Lumian to tell what he had discovered.

Lumian quickly recounted his experience in the sheepfold, and the more Aurel listened, the more solemn he became.

"Write that word out silently." She got up from her easy chair, took out a pen and paper, and handed it to Lumien.

Lumian deliberately memorized it just now, and the brush restored that word.

Aurore just glanced at it, and then said heavily:

"It's a big problem."

I know...... Lumien replied inwardly.

Moreover, he believes that the problem is bigger than his sister imagined.

"What's the problem?" He asked.

Pointing to the word, Aurel said:

"This is the Plateau, the official language of the kingdom of Fenerport, and is derived from the ancient Fersak language like Indis.

"It means ......"

Aurore paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Help!"

"Help?" Lumian was stunned and blurted out, "Those three sheep are asking us for help?" ”

Aurel gave an "um" sound:

"I suspect they're not sheep.

"They were supposed to be people!"

"People?" Lumien asked in surprise.

This is beyond his knowledge.

He had only thought that the three sheep had a high IQ, humanoid emotions, and some human language, but he never equated them with humans.

For him, the transformation of man into a sheep exists only in imaginative stories!

As soon as the words came out, Lumian was no longer shocked.

Time loops have appeared, what's so strange about people turning into sheep?

In the occult world, there is no shortage of bizarre and absurd.

Faced with his brother's doubts, Auroel solemnly bowed:

"I'm not sure if there's a secret technique that can turn people into sheep, but now all the details point to that possibility."

"Indeed." Lumien chimed in.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the three sheep should be human.

Shepherd Pierre. Is it actually people who are grazing in Berry?

Lumian then asked:

"Why are those nails and hair hidden outside the house?"

Aurore pursed her mouth and said:

"This is one of the funeral customs in the Daliege region, but it is not usually used and many people forget it.

"And I, as a 'wizard', have studied this aspect of things to see if I can gain some useful knowledge."

She then explained:

"When a family member commits suicide, or is murdered by a relative, and when the character is so bad that it has a very bad influence on the whole family, the hair and nails cut off after death must be hidden outside the house, so as not to affect the family constellation and bring bad luck."

Suicide, or murder by a relative? Lumian suddenly thought of something:

In the last cycle, Pons. Bene entered Naroca's house without following funeral customs.

Could he have gone to take Naroca's hair and nails?