Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian unconsciously held his breath and shrank his body back a little.

Naroka did not come in this direction, but slowly, slowly entered the grove and disappeared into the deep night.

"She's not in the right state... Is something wrong?" Lumi'an was slightly worried.

Recently, there have been more and more abnormal situations in the village.

He looked outside for a while, and the night had returned to silence, only the swaying leaves proved the existence of the wind.

"What are you looking at?" Aurora's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Instead of being surprised, Lumian turned around and said to her sister in two-piece pajamas:

"You also noticed something wrong?"

"No." Aurora's blond hair was slightly messy and fluffy, as if she had just woken up.

Immediately afterwards, she said angrily:

"I don't see anything wrong, I just know there's a guy hanging around the window most of the night."

"It will be dawn in an hour at most, how can it be considered midnight..." Lumian muttered habitually, and then asked, "Didn't you come here because of that owl flying out of the window again? Didn't you see it?" Naroka outside?"

"Naroka?" Aurora rarely showed a blank expression.

Lumian didn't hide anything from the time he woke up and found a dark shadow outside the window until Naroka, who was in a strange state, walked into the grove.

As for the special features brought about by dream meditation, he planned to consult the mysterious woman before considering how to tell Aurora, or keep it a secret for a while, lest his sister prevent him from obtaining extraordinary power.

Aurora's pretty golden eyebrows frowned:

"Naroka may have gone wrong...

"After dawn, you go to their house to have a look."

"What's the problem?" Lumian subconsciously asked.

"How do I know? I haven't seen it, so I can't make an accurate judgment." Aurora replied angrily.

"You really didn't see it?" Lumian thought her sister was monitoring the whole process.

Aurora let out a "huh":

"You think you can see whatever you want? If you see something you shouldn't, you have to consider which cemetery to choose for me.

"I won't look outside when I'm fine, so I'll just monitor your state, and I won't wake up until something's wrong."

My sister is taking such a big risk to look after me... Lumian froze for a moment, and couldn't help blinking.

Auror added earnestly:

"That's why I'm telling you, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, the pursuit of extraordinary power is a very dangerous thing."

"En." Lumian nodded solemnly.

At the same time, he said silently in his heart:

"It's because of the danger that I can't let you walk alone."

...

After breakfast, Lumian went straight to Naroka's house under the orders of his sister.

Before he got close, he saw many villagers standing outside the door, including several of his companions, as well as Ava's father Guillaume Lizier, Raymond's father Pierre Craig, the curate's Brother Ponce Bene et al.

"What happened?" Lumian carefully walked around Ponce Bene and the few villains surrounding him, and came to Raymond.

Raymond replied rather sadly:

"Naroka is dead."

"Huh?" Although Lumian was ready for something to happen to Naroka, she didn't expect her to die.

Raymond babbled and said:

"The curate came to give her last condolences before dawn in the morning.

"We approached her two days ago to ask about the legend of the wizard. She was fine and energetic. Why did she pass away suddenly..."

In the morning before dawn? Lumian was taken aback.

It was at this time that he saw Naroka's figure, and the priest's last consolation was either earlier or later, and the difference would not be too great.

So, what I saw was actually Naroka's ghost? This happened after that owl came to watch me... Can it really take human souls? Well, Naroka was one of the witnesses who were still alive in the witch incident... If I hadn’t listened to my sister’s advice and didn’t go out after dark, maybe the priest in the church would be the one who comforted me at the end of his life. The last consolation is to spit at me... Various thoughts kept flashing through Lumian's mind.

Raymond didn't chat with him either, standing outside the two-story house, mourning Naroka quietly.

After Lumian restrained his thoughts, he saw three foreigners, Liya, Ryan and Valentine, approaching.

"Did something happen here?" Liya asked without waiting for Lumian to say hello.

They saw a great crowd gathered on the road.

Lumian sighed and said:

"My cabbages, a respectable old lady has passed away."

"Then why are you all standing outside the door?" Liya didn't express her condolences first, because Lumian's words were not so convincing.

She was still wearing the previous outfit.

Lumian immediately made an obvious movement of looking up and down, which made Liya feel a little flustered.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

Lumian smiled:

"You are definitely not Dale Japanese."

"We are from Bigor." Ryan replied frankly.

Vigor is the provincial capital of the Reston Province of the Republic of Intis, and Darliege is a city on the southern border of the Reston Province, governing a large area including Kordu Village.

"No wonder you don't know the customs of Daliege." Lumian nodded.

He thought that these three foreigners were official people from Darliege, but they turned out to be from Vigor, the provincial capital.

The identity seems to be much higher than I expected... Lumian silently updated his judgment on Liya and others.

"What kind of customs?" Liya asked with interest, "Can you tell us?"

Lumian originally wanted to have a good relationship with them, so he said with a smile:

"You are my cabbages, how could I not tell you?

"As you know, everyone has their own zodiac sign, and in the Darliege area, we also believe that each family also has its own horoscope, which produces corresponding luck, and the death and funeral of the family, especially the head of the family, will take away this horoscope. good luck.

"In order not to affect the constellations and keep luck, we will put the deceased in the center of a family, that is, the kitchen, before burial, and then cut off part of her hair and nails, and hide them at home forever, but they cannot be destroyed. The guests found out.

"At this time, if the funeral attendees enter the house, it will affect the corresponding constellations and take away part of their luck. Therefore, when we attend funerals, we mourn outside the door. The cemetery awaits."

"That's right." Ryan nodded lightly, "It's the same as the holy relics are stored in cathedrals in every region, 'there will always be saints in places where there are parts of the holy body'."

He turned around, faced Naroka's house, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and began to mourn in silence.

Lia and Valentine also expressed their condolences.

When they finished, Lumian said to them:

"I'm going to the door to look at the remains, see you later, my cabbages."

"Okay." Ryan nodded gently.

Lumian lowered his voice and added:

"I'll help you find that little blue book."

Without waiting for Liya and others to respond, he took a step back and said with a smile:

"Why do you wear the same clothes every day?"

"If you have to stay in a foreign land for a period of time, you can't care too much about decency." Ryan said simply, while Liya subconsciously touched the silver bell hanging on her veil.

Saying goodbye to Valentine and the others, Lumian walked to the door of Naroka's house.

After queuing for a while, it was finally his turn.

He stood by the door and looked towards the kitchen ahead.

Naroka's body hadn't been put into the coffin yet, lying quietly on a simple bed made of several benches.

Her fingernails had been cut off, and her thinning white hair was much neater than before.

Her face was pale and wrinkled, even a bold young man like Lumian didn't dare to stare at her for too long.

"Compared to the one I saw before dawn, her face is greener..." Lumian whispered, made a slight bow, and left the door.

On the way to the cemetery with Raymond, he suddenly patted his head:

"Oops, I forgot to inform Aurora."

"Then go quickly." Raymond expressed his understanding.

Aurora doesn't like to go out most of the time, and she really can't know what happened in the village without relying on her younger brother.

Lumian took advantage of the situation and said:

"It just so happens that this place is not far from your home. Lend me the little blue book for two days. A few pages of my book have been eaten by mice and I need to copy it."

"Okay." Raymond agreed.

Anyway, there is still a long time before the burial.

...

"Naroka passed away." Lumian hid the little blue book, returned home, and said to Aurora.

Aurora couldn't help sighing:

"Sure enough something happened.

"I don't know if it was caused by that owl..."

"I doubt it too." Lumian echoed her sister.

Aurora said "hmm":

"You must not leave the house after dark.

"Those who are following wizard legends with you, you have to find a way to warn them."

"Okay." Lumian had just threatened Raymond with "Naroka was asked about the legend of the wizard and died within two days", telling him not to go out after dark in the recent period.

"Naroka is a good person, I'm going to change clothes to attend her funeral." Aurora asked as she walked towards the stairs, "Will you go there with me, or read a book and make a paper before going ?”

What papers are you still doing at this time? Sometimes, Lumian can't quite understand her sister's thoughts.

Considering the need to compare the little blue book, he said to Aurora:

"I'll make a paper and go."

"Very good." Aurora was quite pleased.

After watching his sister go out, Lumian's expression became serious.

He went up to the second floor, entered the study room, and took out the small blue book borrowed from Raymond's family, and compared it with the one in his own family with some words cut out.

Time passed slowly, and the corresponding words were found out one by one and written on the white paper.

Lumian put it together carefully for a while, and then adjusted it according to the volume of two sentences.

Soon, the content of the possible help letter appeared before his eyes:

"We need help as soon as possible.

"People around me are getting weirder."