Compared with the "time loop" and "man becomes a sheep", the picture in front of him is not inferior in shock, but also makes Lumian feel that his eyes, heart and spirit have been seriously polluted.

If he had known in advance that he would witness such a thing, he would definitely choose to give up the action.

"What the hell is going on here?

"Louis. Lund is still a man!

"Whose child is he pregnant, the administrator, or, Mrs. Pualis?

"Is this the world of the occult?

"Aurel didn't let me touch it, and it was really for my own good......"

For a moment, Lumian's thoughts were disordered and his mind was confused, and he wanted to gouge out his eyes and forcibly forget what he saw.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! ”

Louis. The baby that Lund gave birth to cried out, which made the filthy "delivery room" instantly have a bit of a holy breath.

This is the beauty of the arrival of new life, and Lumian, who is hiding outside the window, intuitively feels the joy that comes from the origin of human beings.

Of course, in addition to this, the feeling of weirdness, absurdity, dirtiness, and incongruity is becoming more and more obvious.

Lumian finally came back to his senses and subconsciously glanced into the room again.

The baby had been put into Louis by a woman in a long gray dress. On the white silk that lay beside Lund, he was a boy, and there was more blood on his body than milky white oil, but other than this, there was nothing unusual, like an ordinary newborn.

Lumien observed for another two seconds, and noticed that the baby boy had ten crooked fingers and long nails, like the claws of a bird.

Just now, he used these hands to tear apart Louis. Lund's belly!

Louis. Lund lay there, in a semi-unconscious state.

The crack in his stomach had not yet been stitched up, and blood was seeping out, and the intestines that were pressed aside and a strange, bird's nest-like thing covered in a flesh-colored film could be faintly seen.

The woman, after wrapping the baby in silk, took out the bird's nest-like thing, took the sewing needle and the sheep intestine, and helped Louis. Lund tended to his wounds.

Louis. In Lund's painful groans, she muttered as she sewed:

"You're quite easy, the last time I gave birth to quadruplets, it was called pain......"

The muscles of Lumien's face twitched slightly, and he felt that after his eyes, brain, heart, and spirit were affected, his ears were also polluted.

He retracted his gaze and decided to get out of here.

With another slight leap, Lumian jumped to the window from which he had come and tumbled into the room.

He closed the window, went out, and went straight to the staircase.

Dodging a male servant who came up, Lumian returned to the hall very quickly and lightly.

"Where have you been?"

Suddenly, a soft, slightly magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

Elumian's "hunter" senses didn't even notice someone standing at the entrance of the stairs in advance.

He turned sharply and looked over there, and saw Madame Poalis in a long blue tunic with her hair half-pulled and half-draped.

There was no smile on the lady's face, and her bright brown eyes clearly reflected Lumian's figure.

Lumian's spirit tensed in an instant, ready for battle in fear at the same time.

At this moment, Aurel came out of the side room, looked at him and said:

"Where have you been? The carriage was already parked at the door. ”

In a similar scenario, Lumian is experienced and half-truthed:

"Didn't Madame Poalis just say that Mr. Lund was sick?

"I drank with him a few times and thought about visiting, but the castle was so big that I didn't know where he lived, and I couldn't find it for a while."

Aurore nodded and admonished:

"It's not a bad thing that you can make a request directly to Madame Pualis, and you don't have to hide it from us."

"It's my fault, I'm sorry." Lumien looked earnestly at Madame Pualis.

When he saw the scene upstairs, he was more afraid than disgusted by the lady.

Lady Poalis finally smiled, and was no longer so serious:

"I thank you for your kindness, but he was not in a good state when he was sick this time, and he didn't want to appear in front of others with an unseemly image."

It's really unseemly...... Lumian silently "agreed".

Aurore then said to Madame Poalis:

"So we're in the carriage? Thank you so much. ”

Lumian stared quietly at Madame Pualis, fearing that she would find an excuse to keep her siblings a little longer.

In that case, she may have noticed an anomaly and needs to confirm Luis. Is there a problem there in Lund!

Although after meeting her sister, Lumien felt that the two of them were not without the strength to fight Madame Pualis, but after all, this was her castle, surrounded by her servants, and it was the worst hunting environment for the "hunter".

Madame Poalis bowed her head lightly and smiled at Orore:

"I'm looking forward to the gifts you bring back from Trier, where I'm always looking forward to the trend."

"Hope I can surprise you." Although Auroel did not know if he would be able to return to the village of Cordu in his lifetime, he still had to make a statement.

Mrs. Pualis, with her personal maid Cassie, sent the siblings to the door, and watched them get into the four-seater carriage.

The burly coachman, with his dark brown beard, wore crimson clothes, yellow trousers, and a waxed hat, and was almost identical to the professional coachmen of the city, except for his lack of tie.

This is mandatory on the part of the administrator Beoster.

"I'm sorry for you." Before closing the door, Aurel politely addressed the driver.

The coachman's name is Sevel, and he has the blue eyes that are common in the Republic of Antis.

He was delighted by the respect of the beautiful lady Aurel, and looked forward to the tip that would surely come to Dale, and said very enthusiastically:

"Ma'am, sir, sit down."

He raised his whip and let the horses move from slow to fast.

As the carriage passed through the village of Cordu, it came to a halt.

Although he knew that the road to leave would definitely not be smooth and easy, Lumian couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong?" He walked through the carriage and asked about the driver outside.

Sewell says:

"Madame promised yesterday to send Naroka to Junak Village, I am worried that it will be too late to return after going to Dariege, thinking that I will pick her up on the way, rest assured, I will not delay your time."

The village of Junak is closer to Daliege than the village of Cordu, and going there first really doesn't really affect the time it takes for Orore and Lumien to reach their destination.

Because it was someone else's carriage and had no right to stop it, Auroel did not object.

Lumian, on the other hand, cares more about Narocca as a person—in the last cycle, Naroka died suddenly, suspected of being murdered by a relative, and related to the parish priests.

Sewell got out of the carriage, entered Naroca's house, and led the lady out.

Unlike usual, Naroka changed into a long black dress with delicate patterns, wore a dark soft hat that the old woman liked, and her thin, pale hair was clearly carefully combed.

"Yo, my little cabbage, where are you going?" Naroka got into the carriage and was very happy to see Auror.

Her patchy and wrinkled face was filled with unconcealed joy, and her eyes, which had been slightly cloudy, were much brighter.

"I went to Trier to attend a writers' salon and took Lumien on a tour of the universities." Aurore spoke the truth in the absolute sense of the word.

She asked instead:

"Naroca, are you going to be a guest?"

Although it was normal for Narocca to wear black as a widow, she only wore this dress for festivals, feasts, and the death of her husband.

Naroka had an expectant expression:

"yes, go meet some people."

Lumian didn't speak, quietly observing Naroka to see if he could see anything out of her.

The carriage began to move again, towards the outside of the village of Cordu.

Aurore and Narocca chatted without saying a word, focusing more on the outside of the car.

She was still worried that her siblings' hasty departure would arouse suspicion from some people.

As the carriage walked, Lumian suddenly noticed a change in Naroca's state.

Compared with just now, the lady's face turned a lot paler and blue, her eyes were no longer so smart, and the whole person was completely silent, unless Auurel asked, she would simply answer a sentence or two.

It's a lot like the Narocca that Lumian saw in the middle of the night in the last cycle!

Lumian quietly took Oroel's hand.

Aurore quickly turned her head sideways and looked at him, asking with her eyes.

Lumian pointed at Narocca covertly and drew a "cross" on his sister's palm.

"Cross" is a symbol commonly used by Auroel to correct his papers, indicating an error, and Lumian is used to refer to Naroca's incorrect state.

Aurore was stunned for a second, then quickly understood what Lumian meant.

She retracted her attention and looked at Naroca, clearly sensing something unusual.

She then raised her right hand and pinched both temples.

Her pale blue eyes instantly became deeper and darker.

Just by looking at it, Aurore's good-looking golden eyebrows furrowed, and her body leaned back slightly, as if she had received some kind of impact.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in a slightly painful way, as if she was a little tired.

After reopening his eyes, Aurore turned his head to Lumien and said:

"When you come to Daliege, you must follow me, no matter what the situation."

She said it very seriously.

Lumian understood as soon as he heard it, and knew that what his sister meant was that if something happened next, he must follow her firmly, and she would deal with it.

He nodded solemnly, deciding to confess to his sister that he had become an extraordinary person later.

Auroel retracted her gaze, looked at Naroca, and asked deliberately:

"Naroka, are you really going to Junak Village, or is it somewhere else?"

She was worried that when the carriage stopped on its own, the matter would be even more unsolvable, and in that case, it was better to start it in advance and not fight in the environment that the other party expected.

Naroca's eyes were a little hollow, and she replied in a low voice:

"No, I'm not going to Junak Village.

"I'm going to the other side."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lumian felt that the window of the carriage had become unusually dim.