Lumian didn't know what the illusory river he saw or sensed represented, so he could only guess that it might be a symbol of fate, and followed the instinct of "fallen mercury" to raise the tip of his knife and pick it up at a silver symbol in the river.

As soon as he came into contact with the glittering river, scenes flashed through Lumien's mind:

The "Noodle Man" is doing the mysterious ritual dance: the "Noodle Man" is shocked by the black thorn symbol and prostrates on the ground: the "Noodle Man" catches the flesh scattered all over the dream ruins and fills his stomach: the "Noodle Man" tries to approach the "wall", but as if he is afraid of something, each time he only goes deep enough and then returns on his own: the "Noodle Man" has his head cut off by an axe......

Is this all the "life" of this cycle since it began? Luminian came to his senses and attempted to stab the tip of the Fallen Mercury knife into the set of mercury symbols representing the death of the Noodle Man, the tail of the illusory river.

It was too big, too heavy, and he didn't make it.

At this time, the silver symbols began to fade, the illusory river gradually faded, and the images that came to Lumien's mind quickly blurred.

Got a time limit? Lumian didn't dare to choose slowly, and in line with the principle of proximity, he turned the silver-black evil short knife to the fate of the "Noodle Man" who was shocked by the black thorn symbol.

The mercury-colored symbol that seemed to be formed by the self-entanglement of a small river was suddenly pried open, and it condensed into a drop of liquid, seeping into the blade of the "Fallen Mercury".

In the next second, the illusory river disappeared completely, and Lumian could no longer see the fate of the "Noodle Man".

He looked down at the "Fallen Mercury", and saw that the layers of evil symbols on the silver-black knife were gently swaying like water, as if they had been endowed with some kind of vitality.

They used to make people dizzy, but now they are more and more evil.

"It worked..." Lumian whispered to himself with some relief.

The current "depraved mercury" is considered to be complete.

After that, as long as he can injure a flame monster with this evil short knife in battle, he can exchange the fate of "being shocked by the black thorn symbol" to the other party.

After wrapping the blade of the "Fallen Mercury" with a strip of black cloth and inserting it back into the belt around his waist, Lumian simply disposed of the "Noodle Man" corpse, got it into a half-collapsed building, and destroyed the last of the house's supports, allowing the stones and wood to fall and bury everything inside.

With that done, Lumian circled back to the area where the flame monsters were infested.

This time, instead of looking closer, he collected footprints and other traces, taking the time to identify which ones were left behind by the target's deliberate circle, and which were its true paths.

It took nearly two hours for Lumian to grasp the range of activities and the regularity of the flame monster's daily movements, and a map of hunting naturally appeared in his mind.

He took a moment to go through all the preset battlefields, looking for natural traps to exploit.

I don't know how long it took, Lumian rubbed his forehead, and decided to go deep into the ruins while he still had some energy, and take a look at the circle of "city walls" to accumulate information for subsequent exploration.

He was careless, and danced again, half-inspiring the black thorn symbol.

With this "amulet" in hand, Lumian sped forward along the route he had taken last time.

He encountered some monsters along the way, but they either turned and fled as soon as they tried to attack, or they disappeared far away, and the deeper he went, the more the latter happened.

Finally, when the burning sensation in his chest from the second dance wore off, Lumian saw the "wall" of twisted houses again.

He rested for a while, and when he had recovered a little, he danced the sacrificial dance again.

At the end of the sometimes sonorous and sometimes soft dance, Lumian dives in the direction where he encounters "Fallen Mercury" with the black thorn symbol.

After crossing the room where the fire had been extinguished, he slowed down, fearing a sudden attack.

After walking for a while, Lumian felt that the light in front of him was noticeably dimmed, as if there was some behemoth in the sky blocking the falling light, or the sun was on the back side of its current position.

Lumian subconsciously raised his head and looked into the air, but there was nothing to see except a thick fog.

Unable to find a reason, he had to pull out the "fallen mercury" and cautiously enter the area ahead.

In an instant, it was as if he had gone from day to night.

Of course, this is an exaggeration, and Lumian feels that it would be more accurate to describe the foggy weather to the cloudy place.

Almost at the same time, he subconsciously yawned, and the tiredness that had already appeared instantly became intense.

"No, you can't sleep......" Lumian held on to his eyes and retreated back from the dark side of the drowsy "foot of the mountain".

His spirit recovered a lot, and although the exhaustion was still there, it was at least bearable.

"As soon as you go in, you will sleep, and the deeper you go, the more you want to sleep?" Lumian muttered silently, turned around, and walked in the other direction.

After making up for a sacrificial dance halfway, he came to an unfamiliar area again.

To his right is a "wall" of doors and windows, to his left is a wasteland connected to the ruins of buildings, and in front of him are brown trees.

Inside the ruins, where not a single weed exists, the trees seemed to be extremely flexible, intertwined and hugged each other, forming a wooden wall five or six meters high.

The wooden wall was lush with many green branches and leaves, which was very different from the dead silence and desolation around it.

If it hadn't blocked the way to the back of the wall, Lumian might have praised it for its "stubbornness", but for now, he could only express his displeasure with a dirty gesture with two middle fingers raised.

He could actually choose to take a detour and enter from the other side of the dream ruins, but he was not familiar with it at all, and his own spirituality was almost consumed, so there was no need to take risks.

With an undisguised yawn, Lumian, whose chest was still burning, began to return the way he came.

When Lumian awoke, a little morning light had penetrated through the thick curtains, outlining the room's desks, chairs, and wardrobes.

"It's still early..." He muttered silently, turned his head sideways, and looked at Aurore beside him.

Aurore's blonde hair was piled up on a white pillow, her eyes closed, and she slept soundly.

Her right hand grabbed the upper end of the quilt, and from time to time she wanted to turn over, but instinctively stopped herself, and her brows furrowed slightly, and she was gradually smoothed out.

Lumian probably knew why her sister behaved like this: there were too many bottles and jars hidden in her matriarch's skirt in case of possible accidents, and once she slept on her side or stomach, she would inevitably fall into trouble.

"It's so hard..." Lumian sighed silently, his expression soft and his heart at peace.

After looking at it for a while, he withdrew his gaze, carefully got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.

He reached the side balcony where he could climb to the roof, and moved himself to meet the hint of crimson in the distance.

In less than a minute, Valentine came out of the room, stood in the hallway, looked at him and said, "You are also greeting the sun?" ”

His gaze became gentle, and his usual indifferent expression was full of approval.

Can I say no? Lumien smiled:

"yes."

Valentine nodded in satisfaction and entered the balcony, standing up straight facing the rising sun.

Then he opened his arms, tilted his head halfway, and cried out in a low voice:

"Praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!" Lumian had to do the same.

Valentine folded his arms, crossed them over his chest, closed his eyes and prayed for a moment, then opened his eyes and said to Lumien:

"If the cycle is resolved, I will introduce you to the bishop of the Daliege region, or, do you prefer to go to Bigor?"

"I prefer Trier." Lumian replied with a smile, "But it's not up to me exactly where to go, it's up to my sister." ”

Valentine nodded, not continuing the conversation, turning around and entering the hallway, making rounds back and forth.

Until eight o'clock, nothing happened, and the two went down to the first floor and cooperated to make breakfast.

It wasn't long before Ryan came down to help, and when it was almost nine o'clock, Leah got up too, and only Auroel was still sleeping.

"Is there anything on schedule for today?" Ryan took a bite of his toast and turned his head to ask Lumian.

Lumien thought for a moment and said:

"Leave alone at home, and you can't leave Auuror alone with a possible attack.

"The other two go out with me to replenish food and fetch a few buckets of water, hehe, we'll hold out until the twelfth night."

The village of Cordu has no running water, and when Oroel was repairing the house, he set up a water tank on the top, which is equivalent to running water as long as it is regularly replenished and disinfected.

"Well, before Lent, these things have to be done." Ryan agreed.

Lumian then smiled brightly:

"By the way, there's one more thing, we need to visit Lady Pualis and see if we can get her to help us investigate the dead wizards and owls in the tomb."

Unsurprisingly, Lumian frowned at the sight of Valentine, and Ryan's smile stiffened slightly.

Leah took a sip of water and said with a smile:

"I'm here to be with Auror."

"No problem." Lumian helped Ryan and Valentine agree.

It had come to this point that the two men had to agree to go to the Administrator's Mansion in the morning.

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the half-ground-style two-story building and walked towards the old tavern.

On the way, they passed by the shepherd Pierre. Berry House.

Lumi moved with peace of mind and said to Ryan and Valentine:

"Let's go and see how the three sheep are doing."

He remembered the sheep cry he had heard last night.

Ryan and Valentine, who understood what he meant, did not object.

After a little half-circle, the three of them came to the back of Berry's house, but what greeted them was an empty sheepfold.

The three sheep were gone.