Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

A group of young people gathered around Ava, singing and dancing outside Lumian's house.

Little Guillaume of the Berry family walked to the door and banged it.

He is a friend of Lumian, Raymond and Ava. He has slightly curly brown hair, obvious freckles on his face, and blue eyes that are smaller than normal and seem to be always squinting.

With a creak, Aurore appeared in front of them. She had her blond hair tied up and was wearing a very formal ruffled light-colored stand-collar dress. She was full of energy, her face was glowing, and she couldn't tell that she was tired after spending most of the night last night and not sleeping well in the morning.

Ava wore a laurel wreath made of branches and flowers, stepped forward and sang: "I am the elf of spring" with a friendly and beautiful face "..."

"Sing, dance." Only in this way can we get a good harvest...

"Aurore listened quietly, took the leaves, and handed the small earthenware jar filled with animal fat to Ava.

"Good harvest! Good harvest!" The young people cheered.

When the "Spring Elf" parade set off to the next place, little Guillaume of the Berry family deliberately ended up at the end and asked Aurore: "Where is Lumian? I haven't seen him in the past two days. He will not participate in the four-day tour." Is there a festival of time?”

Aurore smiled: "He is sick."

"Sick?" Little Guillaume was a little surprised, "He can also get sick?" In his impression, Lumian was always energetic, and at most he only suffered minor injuries from falls and scratches when playing pranks. hurt.

"If he won't get sick, I will be afraid." Aurore responded jokingly, "Human beings will get sick." Seeing the parade of "Spring Spirits" getting further and further away, little Guillaume hurriedly told Aurore Waved his hand: "Tell Lumian that I will come to visit him after Lent!"

Aurore nodded slightly and watched little Guillaume fly towards the parade that had stopped in front of the next building. "How's it going?" Lumian stuck his head out next to his sister.

Aurore thought for a while and said: "They are still normal now, but I don't know what they will be like when the celebration is over."

Thinking of the bloody scene where Ava was decapitated at the end of the celebration, thinking of the young people in the parade who were stimulated by some strange atmosphere and what happened at that time, they either went into a state of madness and bid farewell to the "Spring Elf", or they were physically and mentally damaged. Completely collapsed and paralyzed on the ground, Lumian felt that no one could be spared.

He silently looked at Ava, who was singing at the door of the neighbor's house, and little Guillaume and others who were surrounding her, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Lain, Liya and Valentine also came to the first floor and looked outside through the window.

"We have to pay special attention next." After the "Spring Elf" parade left the area, Laien said in a deep voice.

Aurore nodded and said, "Okay." Before the celebration was over, they quickly made lunch and filled their bellies.

When, when, when, the classical wall clock on the first floor rings, which represents the sound of twelve o'clock at noon.

Lumian and the others, who had already packed up the restaurant, looked at each other and uncontrollably tightened the strings in their minds.

If all went well the Lenten celebrations would be over by now.

And if the ceremony to send the "Spring Spirit" away is completely completed, Kordu Village doesn't know what it will look like.

Because it is a semi-ground building, Lumian needs to raise his head slightly to see the situation outside the window: the sky is blue, white clouds are blooming, and the sun is bright, without the dark clouds, fog, and dim light he imagined.

Liya took a few steps back and forth near the stove, and the small silver bells on her veil and boots kept making a jingling sound, which was neither intense nor soothing.

Seeing Aurore looking at her, she explained: "We are already in danger, and it is a long-term danger, but it is currently at a level that can be dealt with."

Aurore said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

Lai En, on the other hand, sighed softly and said, "It would be nice if this was the only level until Twelfth Night."

Aurore blinked, embarrassed to tell this "Dawn Knight" of "Heart of Machinery" not to say similar words, which could easily have the opposite effect.

Although Lumian was in a heavy heart, he still had a smile on his face and replied to Lai En: "We have a proverb in the Liège area, 'Good or bad fortune depends on fate, it is determined in advance.' No matter how worried we are, we can't change what happens next. thing."

What he didn't say was: the only thing he could do was to muster up the courage to face it.

In the intermittent conversation, the five people were wary of possible changes, but regardless of the weather or the birds, they were normal enough to scare them.

After nearly half an hour, they both turned their attention to the door. There were footsteps approaching. Not long after, Aurore's doorbell was rang, and the jingling sound echoed throughout the first floor.

After looking at each other with his sister, Lumian cautiously walked to the door and looked outside through the peephole. The person who rang the doorbell was a man, their neighbor, Louis. Baedeker.

"What's the matter?" Lumian asked, opening the door with a smile on his face.

Louis. Baedeker has black hair and blue eyes. He is in his forties. He was injured while harvesting wheat in the field when he was young. He only has three fingers on his left hand.

Wearing a gray-blue jacket and dark trousers, he timidly said, "I want to borrow your oven. It's Lent and I need to bake some fresh bread for the children."

As he spoke, he raised the flour bag and kicked the bag of inferior coal lying next to it.

Lumian hesitated and looked back at Aurore.

Aurore nodded and signaled him to let Louis go. Baedeker comes in.

She had just discussed in a low voice with Laien and the others, and planned to observe closely the changes in the villagers who had participated in the Lenten celebration.

"Just toast? I thought you would make some bacon for your children." Lumian stepped out of the way and teased Louis with a smile. Baedeker.

Louis. Baedeke replied cautiously: "If there is a good harvest this year, we should make a lot of bacon." His eyes were full of expectation, and he seemed to think that a good harvest was inevitable.

Come in, Louis. Baedeker said hello to Aurore, walked to the oven, and got busy on his own.

The more Lumian and others observed, the more strange they felt.

Louis. Baedeke didn't even look at En, Liya and Valentine, as if they didn't exist at all!

It's like a person who has become a monster is trying hard to pretend that they are normal, but as long as they encounter something beyond their original memory, they will show obvious abnormalities or simply ignore it.

Lumian instantly recalled the copy of the priest, Michel. Garigu: He seemed fine at the beginning, but recently, he only ignored daily activities such as eating and sleeping and his desire to pray, and ignored everything else!

Under the watchful eyes of three strangers, Louis. Baedeker baked bread like a programmed machine, chatting with Lumian and Aurore from time to time.

This is normal, this is not normal. Wait until Louise. Baedeke left with the baked bread. Aurore looked at Laien and the others and smiled bitterly: "Everyone who participated in the Lent celebration should be like this."

"It's like being replaced by a monster bit by bit." Liya sighed sincerely.

She no longer deliberately maintained the smile on her face. Lumian had adjusted his mentality and asked a question: "If you want to save such a person, how should you save him?"

“The only thing I can think of is ‘purify’.”

Valentine replied with a slight sigh, "But if the anomaly has been closely integrated with humans themselves, the final result may be that they are purified together."

At this moment, two more villagers passed by the window. One of them is a regular visitor to the old tavern, Pierre, who drank some absinthe last time and in the previous cycle. Guillaume.

He was chatting with his companions, smiling broadly, as if they were discussing the excitement of the Lenten celebrations.

When they passed the door of Lumian's house, they all turned their heads and looked into the house, their expressions were extremely gloomy. After only looking at each other for a second, they looked away, with smiles on their faces again, and continued the topic.

If Lumian and the others had not been observing the outside when someone passed by, they would not have noticed the change in their expressions in that short moment.

The more obvious the laughter and laughter coming from outside became, the more depressed they felt. Silence replaced discussion.

After a while, after the two villagers moved away, Aurore sighed and said: "This is no longer being replaced by monsters bit by bit. I suspect that the entire village, except us, are monsters in human skin."

Is this the complete celebration of Lent? Lumian muttered to himself uncontrollably. Lai En solemnly reminded: "It will be more difficult day by day, everyone, hold on."

From noon to night, they were always on guard against alienated villagers attacking the house, but except for the occasional person passing by and looking inside with a gloomy or cold expression, nothing happened.

This brought great pressure to Aurore and others. Laien looked around and said gently: "There are still several days until Twelfth Night, don't be so nervous.

"After dinner, we will divide into two groups and take turns to rest. We must maintain a good mental state." With such an experienced and powerful Beyonder with a calm personality, both Auroul and Lumian were obviously calm. Some. Twelve o'clock at night.

After finishing their night shift, Aurore and Lumian woke up Liya and the others and returned to the bedroom.

Lumian looked at the door and said in a low voice: "That mysterious lady has never appeared. Should I find a chance to go out tomorrow and visit the old tavern?"

"In today's village, everyone may be a monster. Once they get out, it will be very dangerous."

Aurore didn't agree too much.

She thought for a moment and said, "Just wait. If the mysterious lady doesn't show up tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to the old tavern in the afternoon."

Lumian hesitated, then nodded.

He planned to discuss with his sister tomorrow morning whether to ask Laien and the others for help, and the five of them would act together.

In the bedroom filled with thin gray mist, Lumian opened his eyes. He turned over and sat up, checked his body, and found that the previous serious injury was completely healed.

He was about to sigh when he suddenly heard the sounds of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, tingling."

"Someone is ringing the doorbell?" Lumian subconsciously thought of this, and he would go down to the first floor to see who was visiting.

As soon as he took a step, his whole body suddenly froze. This is in the ruins of a dream! How could someone come to visit?

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