"It's all your fault!

"It's all your fault!

"Damn it!

"Bitch raised!"

Guillaume. Bennet kept pounding his fists against the air in front of him, as if there was an invisible creature standing there.

His expression was full of hatred, and the emotions in his heart were unabashedly vented.

Aurore deepened the darkness of her eyes and directed the "white paper" to look into the void where the parish priest had struck.

There was nothing, no unspeakable creatures, no transparent and illusory existence, nothing but air.

"This is a person who has been dissatisfied with someone for a long time, and I dare not express it in person." Lumian snorted beside him, "Who is he blaming for?" ”

Aurel shook her head and replied casually:

"It may be the bishop who suppressed him and prevented him from being promoted to the rank of god and gaining supernatural power, or it could be someone who lured him to convert to a secret existence in the hope of gaining gifts to become stronger......"

She felt that the parish priest, as the vice-aconity of the "Eternal Sun" church and the powerful person who presided over a village church, could not easily establish contact with a hidden being by his own efforts.

In the event of supernatural powers, he will definitely ask for assistance from the church in the Daliege area, and the corresponding magical items and witchcraft notes must also be handed over to the Inquisition for safekeeping and even sealing, and will not remain in the church of Cordu Village, and more importantly, it is good that he can master the ancient Phrsak language, Hermes, elves and other languages that can mobilize supernatural powers are not accessible to him as a deputy assistant, and Aurel has already confirmed through the "Voyeur Eye" that he is not born with a high level of spirituality, The kind of person who accidentally provokes evil things.

So, without the "teachings" of a certain one, what can the parish priest use to reach out to the secret existence?

Of course, Aurel did not rule out Guillaume either. Bennet's accidental acquisition of a occult item has no chance of turning it in.

Hearing his sister's words, Lumian laughed:

"Isn't it permissible for the parish priest to scold that secret being?

"He dared to let Saint-Sith be wronged, and it was not impossible to seduce him behind the back of the hidden being."

After taunting Guillaume. Bene, Lumian carefully analyzed:

"I used to wonder why the parish priest had fallen suddenly, and after thinking about it, I felt that there were two suspects, uh, the suspect, one was Madame Poalis, and she was obviously very powerful, whether it was Louis, who gave birth to a child in the castle. Lund, or the woman who is suspected of being surrounded by the undead in the wilderness, shows that she is not simple, involving abnormal ways and hidden existences, and as one of the cheating partners of Madame Poalis, it is normal for the parish priest to be seduced by her.

"That's right......"

Lumian slammed his head.

"What's wrong?" Aurore didn't know what her brother was thinking of.

Lumian replied with a serious face:

"You say, did the parish priest bear a child to Madame Poalis?"

"......" Aurel is now regretting, regretting that she believed in her brother's performance, thinking that there was something important to discover.

She asked angrily:

"Who told you Louis. Is Lund's child Mrs. Pualis's?

"What if it's the administrator Beoster? What if it's someone who exists in secret? No, it's not, if it were, you exploded when you saw that scene and turned into a monster. ”

"I just think that when the Administrator and Mrs. Pualis are together, Mrs. Pualis is clearly more dominant." Before the cycle began, Lumien felt that the administrator Beost was a bit weak, unable to teach the housekeeper and look down on his wife, and always had the feeling of flattering Madame Poalis when he appeared with the latter.

Lumian originally thought that the administrator loved his wife very much, but now there is a new speculation:

"You say, could the magistrate be another fertility tool for Madame Pualis?"

"Maybe." Aurel rubbed her forehead, "The occult world really opened my eyes, and many of the episodes that only exist in fiction and imagination have been realized in this way, ...... in a distorted way."

After sighing, she said to herself:

"It seems that there are not one or two children born in the castle, where did the children who were born go?"

Lumien thought for a moment, then said he couldn't guess.

Nor did he dare to propose to sneak into the castle and do a detailed search to witness Louis. After Lund and the events in the wilderness, he subconsciously wanted to avoid the line of Lady Pualis.

The same was true of Aurel, who both had a deep fear of Madame Poalis.

At this moment, the parish priest, who had been venting for a while, walked to the table in the room, poured a small glass of red wine, and drank it with a gulp.

He let out a long breath, put down his goblet, and walked to the bed.

It was not until the parish priest's breathing became soothed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, that Lumian sneered:

"Went to bed so early?

"I thought he would find another mistress, well, he doesn't smoke in private."

This is inferred from the fact that no cigarette cases, pipes, etc. were found in the bedroom.

"The wine also stops at a light tasting, and everyone says that he is normal." Aurore laughed.

She let the "white paper" observe it for a while, and when she saw that she had not gained anything, she ordered it to return, and she turned her head sideways to Lumien:

"You just said that there was only one suspect, but what about the other one?"

"That sneaky, peeking owl!" Lumian speculated, "It may have led the parish priest to the remnants of the legendary wizard." ”

"Hmm." Aurore felt that it was not unlikely.

Lumian then proposed:

"The next time that owl comes to see me, we'll arrest it and torture it."

"Are you sure you can beat an owl who doesn't know how many years it has lived?" Aurore laughed.

"Isn't it you?" Lumian puts a top hat on his sister.

Aurel snorted:

"Together, we don't have much hope of success.

"Uh...... But you can try, if you don't do anything, you won't find anything, which is equivalent to wasting a lot of time, well, provided that it doesn't affect the arrival of the twelfth night, that's the key to the key. ”

Lumian nodded heavily.

Seeing that his face was tired and pale, Auroel reached out to catch the "white paper" that flew back, and commanded:

"You've practiced spiritual vision too many times today, you can go to sleep, take care of your spirits, and continue tomorrow."

She thought for a moment and added:

"Tomorrow morning, I'll teach you Hermes, the simplest of the supernatural languages, and in the afternoon, you'll go to Pierre. Berry, let him invite you to drink, and I'll take the opportunity to go to his sheepfold and talk to the three sheep to see if I can get any useful information. ”

She felt that this was the easiest line to investigate at the moment.

"Wouldn't it be too dangerous?" Lumian, who had already gotten up, asked.

Aurore smiled and comforted her brother:

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fight and kill, and I don't plan to immediately find a way to help them restore their human state, so as not to trigger the alarm that may exist, I'm just going to communicate with them in Plateau, they should know something."

Lumian nodded:

"Tomorrow afternoon I went to the old tavern, and I plan to 'get acquainted' with those three strangers, who can be trusted helpers."

Of course, the premise is not to reveal the identities of the two sisters and brothers.

"Okay." Aurore agreed with her brother's choice.

…………

In the faint gray mist, Lumian woke up from his bed in the dream bedroom.

Unexpectedly, he found that the gold, silver, and copper coins on his body, as well as the axes, steel forks, and other items on his body were all missing.

The ruins of the dream realm also began a new round of circulation.

I have to pick it up again...... Lumian muttered as he walked out of the bedroom and into the study.

He picked up the small blue book on the table, flipped through it casually, and saw that there were many traces of words being cut out in it.

"Sure enough, I sent a letter asking for help......" Lumian didn't have any emotional ups and downs about it.

Moreover, he suspected that it was "sent" under the guidance of Aurel, after all, he did not have occult knowledge at that time, and he would probably choose to find a reliable messenger or wait for the postman to come.

Thinking of the postman, Lumien realizes that the guy who comes once a week is not in the loop.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that this was normal, and after receiving the letter for help confirming that there was an abnormality in Kordu Village, the officials should find some kind of excuse to prevent ordinary people from entering Kordu.

Lumian casually looked around to see if any boxes were missing, but he couldn't remember how many of them were in Auroel's collection, and he quickly gave up trying.

Without interfering with his movements, Lumien put on his clothes and trousers, took the iron-black axe, and went out of the house once more, into the cracked wilderness, towards the ruins that surrounded the dark red "peaks".

With his previous experience, he easily dealt with the two monsters he was familiar with, put on his shotgun, hung a cloth bag with lead bullets, and put all kinds of coins away.

Lumian cautiously sneaked forward, deliberately not choosing the path he had taken, and went in a different direction - he thought that he probably wouldn't be able to deal with the monster with three heads and three faces.

As he walked through the buildings that had collapsed in the light gray mist, he sniffled as he had been concentrating.

He smelled a faint smell of blood.

After a moment's thought, Lumian dived through the shadows towards where the smell of blood came from.

Moments later, he hid in a hidden space on the roof of a half-collapsed house, looking through a large gap between a few rocks.

In a wasteland without weeds, between several completely collapsed and messy buildings, there was a wriggling mass of flesh there.

The flesh was mixed with some yellow fat, and it looked like some creature had been crushed by a falling boulder.

It was still alive, slowly squirming towards a certain building.

"How to deal with this monster? Behead? It doesn't have a head......" Lumien lost in thought.

At this moment, several dark black, obviously elastic, "thick ropes" covered with flesh membranes came out of nowhere and tied up the flesh and blood.