Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian sat on the roof and didn't go down immediately.

The expression on his face has long been completely subdued, his calm and serious appearance seems to be different from the young man who loves to laugh and love to play tricks in the tavern.

Ever since he accidentally discovered that Aurora has those magical abilities, he has always wanted to obtain them, but Aurora always told him that this is not something worth enviing and pursuing, on the contrary, it is very dangerous and full of pain , Therefore, she will not agree with her brother to take this path, even if she does have the method to allow ordinary people to control extraordinary power, she will not tell Lumian.

In this regard, Lumian can only continue to find opportunities to persuade and plead, but he cannot force it.

After about ten seconds, Lumian stood up, walked nimbly to the edge of the eaves, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

He came to the outside of Aurora's room like a walk, and saw the brown wooden door was open, so he looked inside.

At this time, Aurora, who was wearing a light blue dress, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, writing something with a bright desk lamp.

What are you writing so late? Witchcraft related? Lumian raised his hand to press the door, and joked:

"write diary?"

"Who is a serious person who keeps a diary?" Aurora didn't turn her head, and continued to write with the champagne-gold delicate pen in her hand.

Lumian expressed dissatisfaction:

"Emperor Roselle also has many diaries circulating."

Russell is the last emperor in the history of the Republic of Intis where their siblings are currently living. He ended the rule of the Sauron royal family, and was crowned as "Caesar" by the consul, calling himself the Great.

He had many important inventions including the steam engine, found the waterway to the southern continent, set off a wave of colonization, and was a symbol of that era more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, he was betrayed in his later years and was assassinated in the White Maple Palace in Trier.

After the death of the great emperor, many volumes of diaries have been handed down to the world, but they are all written in words that others cannot understand and do not seem to exist anywhere in the world.

"So Roselle is not a serious person." Aurora, who turned his back on Lumian, sneered.

"Then what are you writing?" Lumian asked.

That's what he really wanted to know.

Aurora replied indifferently:

"letter."

"Who is it for?" Lumian couldn't help frowning.

Aurora stopped the champagne-gold fountain pen with exquisite patterns, and checked the words and sentences in front:

"A pen pal."

"Pen pal?" Lumian was a little confused.

What is this stuff?

Aurora laughed, and while brushing her blond hair behind her ears, she educated her younger brother:

"That's why I said to read more newspapers and books, and don't play around outside every day, or even drink!

"Look at you, what's the difference between being illiterate now?

"Pen pals are friends who are met through newspaper columns, periodicals, magazines, etc., have never met, and communicate with each other through letters."

"What's the point of such a friend?" Lumian was quite concerned about this matter.

He couldn't help but withdraw his hand holding the door and touched his chin.

Aurora has never had a boyfriend before, so she can't be fooled by a guy she's never met.

"Meaning?" Aurora thought about it seriously, "First of all, emotional value, well, I know you don't understand what emotional value is, people are social animals, they need to communicate, some things, some emotions, I will definitely not tell the people in the village, and it is impossible to tell you that I need a more secret channel of venting. This kind of pen pal who will not meet is just right. Secondly, don’t underestimate my pen pals, there are several of them They are very powerful, and some are very knowledgeable, like this lamp that uses batteries, which was given to me by a pen pal, kerosene lamps and candles are too harmful to the eyes, not suitable for writing at night..."

Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurora raised his left hand and waved back:

"Go to sleep, my drunk brother!

"Good night!"

"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he still didn't ask.

Aurora followed up and ordered:

"Remember to close the door for me. It's a bit cold with the door open and the window open."

Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.

He walked back to his room step by step, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed.

In the hazy and dark night, the wooden table against the window, the chairs slanted, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side all came into Lumian's eyes.

He sat quietly, lost in thought.

He has always known that Aurora has his own secrets, and there are many things that he has not told himself, so he is not surprised at all. He is just worried that these secrets and these things may bring danger to Aurora.

And once something does happen, there's only so much he can do.

He's just an ordinary guy with a strong body and a flexible mind.

Thoughts emerged one by one, and fell down one after another. Lumian exhaled lightly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Then, he took off his jacket-style brown coat and threw himself under the covers that hadn't warmed up yet.

On the mountain in early April, the weather is still a bit cold.

...

In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist.

They diffuse around, making distant objects disappear completely.

Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went, no matter how far he walked in the gray fog, he would eventually return to the same place:

his bedroom.

The bedroom consists of a white four-piece bed, a wooden table and chairs placed in front of the window, bookshelves, and a wardrobe.

...

Phew, Lumian opened his eyes.

The morning sun shines through the not-so-thick blue curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom.

Lumian sat up, staring blankly at such a scene, and had the illusion that he was still dreaming.

He had that dream again.

Dreamed of the gray mist that never dissipated.

He raised his hands and pinched his temples on both sides, and said silently to himself:

"Recently, it has become more and more frequent, almost every day..."

If it wasn't for the fact that this dream didn't bring any bad influence, Lumian would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

Of course, it didn't do any good either.

"I really hope there's some kind of adventure hidden here..." Lumian muttered, turning over and getting off the bed.

As soon as he opened the door and came to the corridor, he heard a voice coming from Aurora's room.

What a coincidence... A smile appeared on Lumian's face.

Suddenly, his heart moved, he took a step back, and stood on the edge of the door.

When the door of Aurora's bedroom opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand and squeezed his temple, with a slightly painful expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Aurora noticed this scene.

success! Lumian applauded in his heart, making an effort to calm himself down.

"I had that dream again." He replied in a low voice.

Auror's blond hair was hanging casually, and a bit of worry gradually appeared between her brows:

"The last plan didn't work..."

She thought for a while and said:

"Maybe... I should find you a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, and see what's causing it."

"The one with magical abilities?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Aurora nodded slightly as an answer.

"One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help asking.

"Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problems!" Aurora didn't answer directly.

Am I thinking? Lumian murmured in his heart.

He took the opportunity to say:

"Aurora, if I become a wizard and a person with extraordinary power, I should be able to unlock the secret of the dream and end it completely."

"Don't think about it!" Aurora responded without hesitation.

Her expression softened:

"Lumian, I won't lie to you, this road is dangerous and painful, if there is no other choice, if this world is not becoming more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer, be happy live."

Lumian immediately said:

"Then let me bear the danger and pain, and I will protect you. You just have to live happily and do what you want to do."

He thought about these words many times in his heart.

Auror was silent for two seconds, then a smile suddenly bloomed:

"Are you discriminating against women?"

Not giving Lumian a chance to restate, she said sternly:

"It's useless, if you choose this path, you won't have a chance to regret it.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash up, you study hard at home today, and prepare for the unified entrance examination for colleges and universities in June!"

"You say that the world is becoming more and more dangerous, so why take the test?" Lumian muttered.

He feels that the most important thing at present is to gain strength, not to do papers.

Aurora smiled:

"Knowledge equals power, my illiterate brother."

Lumian had nothing to say and could only watch Aurora walk into the bathroom.

...

In the afternoon, in the square of Kordu village.

Raymond Clegg saw Lumian Lee squatting under an elm tree from a distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Shouldn't you be studying at home?" Raymond walked over with obvious envy in his tone.

He is Lumian's friend. He is almost 1.7 meters tall, has brown hair and brown eyes, and looks ordinary, with a red face.

Lumian raised his head and said with a smile:

"Didn't Aurora tell you about it? Hanging is also a breather! I have studied for so long, so I must take a break."

He kept thinking in the morning whether it was possible for him to obtain extraordinary power without going through Aurora.

This needs to be searched, needs clues, and requires him to take the initiative to investigate.

Thinking of the end, he felt that the stories circulating in the village involving magical powers might hide some truths and clues, so he came here specially to wait for Raymond.

"If I were you, I would rest for a quarter of an hour at most." Raymond leaned on the elm tree. "We don't have a sister who has read a lot of books to teach us. I will learn to shepherd next year."

Lumian ignored this sentence and said thoughtfully:

"Tell me the legend of the wizard you told last time."

Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intentions, and recalled doubtfully:

"The wizard?

"There used to be a wizard in the village, and then he died. On the day of the burial, an owl flew from outside the house and sat on the top of the bed until the body was carried away.

"Then, the coffin became so heavy that it took nine cows to pull it."

"How long ago was that?" Lumian asked.

Raymond became more and more confused:

"How do I know, I heard from my father."