Blood-colored flowers bloomed from the black vines hanging from the roof, completely sealing the third floor of the castle.

Guillaume. Bennet, Pierre. Berry, Sybil. Berry fended off the attacks of the midwife and others as he rushed towards the tower.

Along with this scene, several images flashed through Lumien's mind: Guillaume stealth climbing a tower full of bird's claws. Bennet in the shepherd Pierre. With Berry's help, he managed to touch the shoulder of the midwife with his right palm, and the midwife exploded, as if someone had placed a bomb in her body;

Sybil. Berry is killed by a maid, but is reborn inside the other and takes over her body;

Floating in mid-air sight, Louis. Lund gave birth to a child in the room;

Louis. Unaffected, Lund joined forces with the administrator Beost to suppress the "mad" shepherd Pierre. Berry;

In the wilderness leading to the mountains, the parish priest Guillaume. Bennet was surrounded by countless sackclothed undead......

Lumian's brow furrowed, his expression pained, as if these memories were a sharp weapon that pierced his soul, and pulling them out would cause more damage, making him instinctively resist further recollection.

Soon, those scenes fell back and Lumian gasped.

"How's that, what's the catch?" Susie spoke softly, as if asking what breakfast was today. Lumien pondered and replied, "I think of the parish priests fighting with Madame Poalis's men, and the picture is messy and broken......

"I, sometimes I seem to be watching from the scene, sometimes I seem to see the corresponding picture in some way from a long distance......"

This made him very confused about his position and role in this matter.

Sometimes he seems to be one of two groups and is deeply involved in the fight, and sometimes he seems to be a pure spectator, with nothing to do with either side.

Susie asked inducingly, "Aside from these, what else do you have to understand about the situation presented in that part of the memory just now?" ”

"I don't seem to see Mrs. Pualis...... Only the parish priest is surrounded by a large number of undead in the wilderness, and the shadow of Mrs. Pualis looms in it: "The parish priest, they are just dealing with Louis. Lady Pualis' men, such as Lund, Cassie, Beoster, and the 'midwife', seem to have little to spare, and I don't believe they will be able to win if they join in......

"Why did Madame Poalis give up on her own initiative and leave Cordur and not stop the parish priest from ...... them?"

"It's not that I gave up voluntarily, but I was forcibly sent away." Susie corrected, "The ritual of sending the 'Spring Elves' away in your dream should reflect the expulsion of Pualis, the 'Spring Elves' represent a good harvest, the end of the withering winter and the budding of vigorous life, which is very close to the abilities and characteristics displayed by Pualis's gang. ”

"That's even more wrong...... Lumien's voice grew painful, and his hands clenched tightly, feeling like he couldn't remember.

"If you don't want to recall, don't recall, awakening all memories is not something that can be done by a single psychotherapy, take your time, don't be in a hurry."

Call...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, his body no longer tense.

"You can sleep and see if you can find more answers in your dreams."

In Lumien's ears, the voice of the "psychiatrist" was first gentle, and then more and more erratic, as if he had narrowed the distance and reached another world.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, eventually drooping.

Lumian opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

He slumped over and sat up, taking in the reclining chair, the wooden table by the window, the small bookshelf on the side, and the wardrobe with its own full-length mirror.

This is his bedroom, this is his home in the village of Cordu.

Lumian was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly got out of bed and staggered out of the room.

He pushed open the door to Aurore's bedroom, and saw the manuscripts, papers, pens, and inkwells on the desk as he remembered, and saw that the chair with the pillows was empty and unseated.

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Lumian's gaze shifted from there to the empty bed, and slowly retracted it.

He closed the door softly and turned to walk next door.

There was also no familiar figure in the study.

Lumian ran up and staggered downstairs.

He galloped through the village of Cordu to the door of the church of the Eternal Sun.

On the way, he didn't meet a single villager, and every house was so quiet that it was dead silent.

Looking up at the onion-shaped vault, Lumian strode into the church.

The altar has been remodeled to be filled with tulips, lilacs and other flowers, and inscribed with black thorn symbols that seem to have liquid flowing on the surface.

There is still no one here.

Lumien searched the parish priest's room and went to the basement again.

The piles of bones and sheepskins around the sides were exactly the same as in the previous dream, but the altar in the middle was undamaged.

Lumian probed it closely, but there was no burning sensation in his chest.

After he knew that it was a dream, the power representing "past", "present" and "future" seemed to disappear with it.

Lumian, who had nothing to gain, stood beside the underground altar, thought for a while, and ran up the stairs again, out of the side door, to the nearby cemetery.

Based on the memories of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb where the owl had flown into, leaned down, and pushed open the stone slab that sealed the entrance.

Without hesitation, Lumien descended the stairs and through the corridor, where he saw the black coffin placed in the dark tomb.

There was no owl here, no other lumian, only the light that seeped in from outside the tomb outlined everything.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked to the black coffin.

The lid of the coffin had already slipped to the side, allowing the scene inside to unfold.

Thinking that Oroel in his dream almost lost control by peeking at the dead wizard's body inside the coffin, Lumian hesitated. After two or three seconds, he took a few steps forward with a blank face, leaned closer to the black coffin, and cast his gaze directly into it. A corpse quickly appeared in his eyes.

The corpse's blonde hair was scattered at the sides, its eyes were tightly closed, its face was slightly pale, and it was wearing a light blue dress.

It's Auror!

Inside the coffin of the dead wizard lies Aurore!

Lumian's childlike hole instantly enlarged, and his face distorted to hideous.

The image he saw before his eyes shattered inch by inch.

Lumian opened his eyes reluctantly, looking ahead with a complicated expression.

"What do you see?" Susie's voice rang in his ears.

Lumian replied dreamily, "I saw Aurel lying in the coffin of the dead wizard......

"How is this possible......"

"It's more of a symbol.

"She's also on the verge of losing control because she wants to see the wizard's body inside the coffin."

Lumien barely thought about it: "Two weeks later. ”

Susie was silent for a few seconds and said, "Finally, I want to remind you that you have a strong tendency to self-destruct right now. ”

"Self-destruct...... Lumian repeated the word in a low voice, no change in expression.

Susie's voice warmed again, soothing Lumian's heart: "I can understand why you are in this situation, and I don't want to force it out, unless you are willing to let me erase all the memories that represent the source of the problem, every treatment is only relief and not eradication." "I just want to remind you that the Aurel I see in your memory is a lady who loves life and loves life.

"She still has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, she wants to see you go to university, she wants to visit Trier for a while as a normal person, she wants to find clues about her hometown, she wants to deal with her parents perfectly, she wants to enjoy all the Trier food, she wants to listen to every concert and every art exhibition here.

"She's only one step away from complete death, if she's still conscious, I don't think she'll give up, she's like falling into the abyss now, there's only one hand left to grab the person on the edge of the cliff, if even you give up, no one will pull her up again."

Lumien's expression gradually changed, but he couldn't show any definite emotion.

He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh and how to cry.

Susie didn't force him to respond immediately, sighed softly and said, "Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress the pain and despair in the bottom of your heart, human beings need catharsis and decompression.

"Okay, that's the end of today, and at the same time in two weeks, we're here for a second treatment."

Lumien closed her eyes, "Thank you, Lady Susie. ”

Susie didn't respond and seemed to have left.

It took more than a dozen seconds for Lumian to exhale slowly and open his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced outside the door of Mason's Cafe and saw a big golden retriever dog carrying a small brown bag disappearing around the corner of the street in the distance.

There seemed to be a female figure beside the big dog.

Lumian sat for another ten minutes, drank the rest of the ambergris lemonade, walked out of the Mason Café, and came to the nearest bus stop sign.

Soon, the double-decker horse-drawn carriage, painted green, arrived and waited for the passengers to get up.

Lumian spent 30 copes to find a window seat and looked out unfocused.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The latest newspaper, 11 copes a copy! The old-dressed child leaned over to the window and held up the stack of newspapers in his hand.

Self-destruct...... Alive...... Self-destruct...... Alive...... Lumien's mind was full of the words of the "psychiatrist", like a walking corpse, and he didn't want to deal with the newsboy at all.

yes, it's Sunday...... Lumian was stunned for a moment, took out two copper coins of 5 kope and one copper coin of 1 kope, opened the window, and stuffed them to the children who sold newspapers.

Obituary: "Confirmed by the editorial board of this newspaper, our forever friend, the famous best-selling author, Aurel." Lee, who died in an accident in April......"

Lumian's gaze froze, and his hands trembled a little.

Suddenly, he buried his head, lifted the newspaper, and covered his face with it.

In the afternoon sun, a wet mark appeared on the surface of the newspaper.

The wet marks became more and more numerous, and they became one piece.

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