A few days ago, under the blood-colored "peaks", next to the twisted "city walls".

Lumian sat on his knees, looking up at the mysterious lady getting closer and closer.

The other party's words fell clearly in his ears, but gradually blurred. Lumien's hands were propped up to the ground, clenching unconsciously, as if to knead the dirt in his palms into liquid.

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When the mysterious lady stopped about a meter away, he struggled to his feet and asked urgently:

The mysterious lady did not respond, but looked at him quietly, the pity in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest. Lummy paused and asked expectantly:

"Is there really salvation?

He stared at the lady, watching her every move, scared and hopeful.

Finally, the mysterious lady nodded

"There really is salvation."

"In a practical sense, Aurel is gone, but in the occult, she is not completely dead.

"Do you remember every time you danced the Dance of Moves, at the end of the day you would hear a small, faint sound that seemed to come from within you? Do you remember that at the end of the Twelfth Night Ritual, some of the shards of light on each of Auror's bodies flew into your chest? ”

"Is that their spirit, their voice?" Lumian interrupted the mysterious lady and asked impatiently.

The lady replied calmly and compassionately:

"It can only be counted as a fragment of a soul.

"At the end of the twelfth night, you became a vessel for the terrifying power of the hidden being, and the fragments of the souls of the surrounding believers, including the sacrifices, were naturally absorbed by you, except for Guillaume, who presided over the ceremony. Bennet is an exception.

"After that, these soul fragments and highly polluting powers were sealed on your left chest by our Lord.

"So, as you become more and more 'awake' in your dreams, and can clearly perceive dates and cycles, Aurel and the other villagers become more and more like real people, and even show a certain amount of self-awareness and thinking ability.

"Therefore, if you want to really wake up from the dream, if you want to converge the circulating power that spreads all over this ruin, you can only rely on yourself to think clearly, find the courage to face the pain, face all this, and pursue the ethereal hope.

"If it's up to me to solve it, there is only one option, and that is to completely destroy you and the ruins of Kordu Village, otherwise the contamination in your body will leak out unstoppably, and in that case, Oroel and them will also be truly dead in the occult."

Hearing the mysterious lady mention the ritual of the twelfth night, Lumian couldn't help but think about it.

There was a sharp pain in his head, and only a few fragments appeared, and the hollow-eyed Aurel pushed him away from the altar;

Patches of light flew out of Aurel and the surrounding villagers, falling into the vortex of his chest;

Priest Guillaume. Bennet looked stunned and turned to flee the altar.

Lumian couldn't think of anything but these and could only remember the events that had happened in his dreams, as if some force was preventing him from remembering.

His expression contorted, his body trembling and whispered:

"I, I can't remember a lot of things......"

The lady nodded:

"This is normal, this is subconscious self-protection, lest too many sad memories and too impactful pictures make you collapse on the spot, lose control and become a monster, two, there are things you haven't witnessed, and you don't know the truth, of course, I don't know.

"Well, I'll let you go to Trier to do something after that, and one of the psychologists I know, no, two, very good psychologists are in Trier, and I can help you make an appointment with them, see who is available to give you some therapy, help you recall more things, and restore what happened in the village of Cordhu as much as possible."

Lumian listened to countless emotions tumbling and surging into his heart, but a thousand words rushed to his mouth, but they only turned into one word:

"Thank you......"

He clasped his hands and asked eagerly:

"Then what can I do to bring Aurel, them back to life?"

The lady sighed and said:

"I don't know."

Seeing Lumian's eyes darken instantly, she added, "But you have to believe that there are real miracles in this world.

"And the great being I mentioned earlier is synonymous with 'miracles.'"

Feelings of despair and luck grew wildly in Lumien's mind at the same time. Although he knew that the mysterious lady in front of him was probably just comforting himself and giving himself a little hope, he couldn't help but speak:

"You said that when I unlocked the secrets of my dreams, I would tell me the name of the Great Being."

The lady's expression became solemn, and her tone became serious:

"I'll tell you right now, you take it seriously.

His honorific name is:

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a king of yellow and black who rules good fortune."

As the words were spit out, Lumian gradually became trance-like, as if he had seen a thin gray mist, and above the gray mist, in the infinite height, there was a looming castle.

There was a gaze watching.

At the same time, the entire village of Koldu trembled, and the light mist that permeated the area quickly receded.

By the time Lumien had regained his sobriety and vision, the sun had sprinkled down from above, staining the blood-colored "peaks" and the barren earth with a little gold.

Lumian thought back to the three-stage honorific name and remembered the discussion with Aurore in his dream.

This made him a little sour for a while, and said with a bitter smile:

"I thought there would be descriptions of the past, the present and the future."

The mysterious lady in the orange dress said "um", "There should be one in the future, but if I pray to Him now in a way other than the three names I just had, I can't guarantee that He will be the one who responds."

"You should know that a situation like this is very dangerous."

Lumian was silent for a few seconds, then asked with that little hope

"As long as I work hard to help you, I will eventually be able to ask that great being to resurrect Auror?"

Lumian nodded, indicating that he understood.

He didn't dare to ask, and he couldn't help asking

"The resurrected one, could it be great?"

It's not that he doesn't want to tell the other party that he will do everything he can to find a way to resurrect Auror, but he is afraid that as soon as he speaks, he will reveal the turbulent and sad emotions in his heart.

After a few seconds, he asked hoarsely:

"What do you need me to do in Trier?"

She then added:

"In addition to looking for the truth from memory, you can also go to the survivors of this disaster to investigate."

"Survivors?" Lumien's eyes narrowed.

The lady nodded:

"Except for you, five in all, who left the village of Cordu before the twelfth night, Madame Poalis, Beoster, and Louis. Lund, Cassie, and the ceremonial presiding officer, were protected from the total destruction of Guillaume. Bene. ”

"The parish priest is still alive?" The corners of Lumien's mouth hooked slightly.

The mysterious lady looked him in the eye and said:

"If my divination wasn't wrong, they would all be hiding somewhere in Trier."

"Good." Lumian smiled as he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

The lady then looked at Ryan, Leah, and Valentine, who were sleeping at the edge of a room in the Thorn Wall, and said to Lumien:

"What are you going to do with them?

"If they leave alive, you're bound to be wanted, and you'll be listed as the target of arrest by Game 8, Mechanical Heart, and the Inquisition.

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"From now on, you will only be able to hide, you will never be able to live in the sun, you will be in the company of darkness, mud and danger."

Lumian glanced at Ryan and the others, and smiled hoarsely:

"Will killing them bring Aurel back to life?"

The lady shook her head:

"No, you can't. ”

Lumian sneered and closed his eyes.

Soon, he raised his head and asked:

"What is the name of the organization I'm going to join? How can I contact you when I get to Trier. ”

The lady sighed slightly:

"I'll tell you when the time comes.

"I will later give you the summoning method of my Messenger and the corresponding medium, through which you will contact me."

Lumian was silent for a moment, and then asked another question:

"Do I have the power to put the village of Cordu in a loop?"

"Strictly speaking, you didn't, at least not until you received the gift of the 'Man in the Ring'." The lady casually explained, "This is because there is pollution from that hidden existence everywhere, and the power of the seal on your left chest is quite high, so when you have a lot of mood swings and are in a subconscious state, you can mobilize the corresponding special to restart this place." ”

She paused and said:

"You're in the loop, though.

"The contamination of the seal in your body will cause you to reset your body at six a.m. each day and return to six a.m. at the end of the twelfth night, where only the changes brought about by extraordinary traits and 'gifts' can be retained."

That's the real reason why I wake up every time I get injured in the rubble? No wonder I didn't wake up hungry...... Lumian understood.

He looked down at his body and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"Forever on that day......"

That nightmare day.

Without waiting for the lady to reply, he raised his head, looked at her, and said:

"What shall I call you?"

The lady smiled

"You can call me ......"

Each card has a different pattern on it, and it falls on Lumian. Lumian instinctively stretched out his right hand and tried to catch part of the cards.

At this moment, most of the cards mysteriously disappeared, and only one remained.

The card fluttered into Lumien's palm, face up, drawing a man with a scepter reaching up to the sky and pointing his left hand at the ground.

Tarot cards, "magicians"!

Lumian looked up in amazement, only to find that the mysterious lady was gone.

Should I call her Ms. "Magician"?

Lumian subconsciously flipped the tarot card in his hand and saw rows of very small Intis words written there: "The spirit that wanders in vanity, the superior creature friendly to humans, the messenger who belongs only to the 'magician'." ”

Lumian looked at it for a while and put away the tarot card.

He glanced at Ryan and the others, turned around, and left the area with a slight stagger.

As he walked, Lumian couldn't help but look back and look again at the blood-colored "peaks" and twisted thorn "walls".

The village of Cordu in his memory had become like this, and he couldn't find the slightest trace of it, but Lumian still looked hard, looking for an attempt to overlap the image in his mind with reality.

He also wanted to take another look at the "giant" at the top of the "mountain", but he knew that it would cause him serious damage.

Before he knew it, Lumian slowly circled the blood-colored "peaks" and thorny "walls", his gaze constantly moving over the twisted and chaotic things.

He knew what he was looking for, and he knew he would never find it.

In this way, Lumian came to the place that had been blocked by the wooden wall. It has mostly collapsed, giving a direct view of the garden at the back.

The greenery of the garden contrasts sharply with the blood-colored "peaks", the twisted "walls", and the ruins on the other side.

In the center was a crib made of brown wood, much like the one Lumien had seen in the castle of Madame de Pualis.

He subconsciously leaned closer, and found that the slightly old white cotton swaddling clothes in the small bed that swayed in the wind had a small human-shaped depression, as if a baby had once been lying here, and now he did not know where he was.

What does this mean? As soon as Lumian flashed this thought, he felt that the sun shining down from above was much brighter.

Instinctively, he looked up and saw golden flames completely submerging the top of the "mountain". The three-headed and six-armed "giant" loomed in the sea of flames, and seemed to be melting.

Lumian stared for a few seconds, then jerked up his hands and covered his face.

This "sunshine" is too dazzling.

Located in a semi-ground-level two-storey building on the edge of the ruins.

Lumian took the 237 Feldin 46 Kope that he had collected earlier, carried the brown suitcase containing clothes and memories, dragged his heavy steps, came to his sister's bedroom, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

He's here to say goodbye.

"Mine, Note......"

Sister's witchcraft notes? Is there important information on it? Lumian lifted his hand and pressed his head, walked over to the desk, and pulled open the drawer below.

The familiar dark notes came into his eyes. He suddenly remembered that some time before the destruction of the village of Cordu, Aurore had taught him a lot about the occult.

Daliege region, steam train station.

The staff in charge of ticket sales looked at Lumien outside and said:

"Where's your ID?"

"Forget." Lumian, who was wearing a linen shirt and a dark jacket, and a round-brimmed black hat and carrying a brown suitcase, replied coldly.

Then, he turned around and left the window.

A small man in a top hat and a black suit approached from the side and said to Lumian in a suppressed voice:

"Do you want to take a stagecoach ride? Go to Bigor's. ”

"Do you want an identification document?" Lumien asked.

The little man laughed and said:

"No, our line of business is about to be killed by a steam train, what identification documents do we need?

"To sit or not to sit? This is the last bit of romance left over from the classical era! Lumian nodded slightly, and asked:

"How much."

The little man instantly became enthusiastic:

"20 Felkin to Bigol, about a day, there are five stops in between, each stop will be rested, the coachman will be changed, the cattle will be changed, and two of the stops will also provide free food."

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and followed the little man to a nearby street where there were no people.

A huge carriage pulled by four horses was parked on the side of the road.

When Lumian went up, he found that the space inside was quite spacious, divided into two rows like the public carriage, with an aisle and a place to enlarge luggage.

He found a place by the window, put away his suitcase, and pulled out a book with a crimson cover.

Listening to the sneezes of the horses, and in the sunlight outside the window, he flipped through the book.

Sitting next to him was a man in his thirties with a beautiful mustache, brown hair and blue eyes, and a well-dressed man.

He glanced at the book in Lumian's hand and asked with interest, "Eternal Love?" Auror. Lee's book, the heroine's name is Kingsley, and the hero's book is called Charles? ”

"Yes." Lumian nodded.

The man with the mustache suddenly had a conversation:

"Yes." Lumian nodded again.

He lowered his head and flipped the book to the last few pages, letting his eyes fall on the corresponding words:

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