The blue sky is dotted with white clouds, the spring breeze caresses the cheeks of human beings with the smell of trees, beside the brisk and clear river, white geese are eating grass with their heads down, and a woman is wearing a gray and white sarong The girl held a long stick and watched them closely.
The girl’s face was bathed in golden sunlight, revealing a touch of fluff. Her long, supple brown hair was wrapped with a white cloth, and her delicate facial features revealed a youthful vigor that couldn’t be concealed.
She looked at Lumian who was sitting on the ground under the tree by the river, frowned slightly and said:
“Aren’t we here to discuss which legend is easier to investigate?
“How did it become the stone statue carved on the church?”
This girl is Ava Lizier, the daughter of the shoemaker Guillaume. She is one of the younger generation in the village who has a good relationship with Lumian and Raymond.
“I was thinking about a question.” Lumian didn’t raise his head, still staring at the white geese and water waves.
“What’s the problem?” Raymond Clegg, who helped Ava look after the geese, asked curiously.
Lumian said as if thinking:
“If you encountered a thick-skinned beast, and your weapons couldn’t hurt it, how would you deal with it?”
“Of course it is to find a way to escape. There are so many wild animals in the mountains, so it is not necessary to hunt them.” Awa didn’t think there was anything embarrassing about this.
Lumian gave an “hmm”:
“Suppose the beast is so rare that the gentlemen of the town will pay a hundred louis for its carcass?”
“One hundred gold louis, two thousand Filkin…” Raymond’s breathing became heavy.
He had never seen the Louis d’Or, nor used it, so he instinctively switched to Felkin first.
With such a sum of money, he can go to Darliege to start a small business, so what else can he learn to shepherd?
He thought quickly:
“Looking for someone to borrow a shotgun?”
“I can’t pierce that beast’s skin.” Lumian directly denied it.
Although she knew that the prey was in her imagination, and it was impossible to get so much money, Ava couldn’t help but join the discussion:
“Is it powerful, ferocious?”
Lumian thought for a while and said:
That’s one of the reasons why he didn’t give up.
“That’s okay.” Raymond breathed a sigh of relief, “Go back to the village and gather a group of people, surround it, consume its strength, and finally throw it down and tie it up.”
He knew that Lumian could fight, but that was all he knew.
“In this case, you can only get ten gold louis, or even less.” Lumian reminded.
“I’ve seen them hunt, maybe we can dig a trap so that the beast can’t get up…” Awahu said while recalling, his blue eyes turning slightly.
“That’s a way.” Lumian nodded in agreement.
Knowing that Ava and Raymond’s knowledge is limited and it is impossible to have more proposals, he brought the topic back on track:
“Which legend do you think is suitable for the next goal?”
“None of them are suitable.” Ava shook her head, “Those things were either hundreds of years ago, or only one person saw them, and that person died a long time ago.”
Raymond echoed Ava:
“How do you know there are no clues if you don’t ask the relevant people?” Lumian chuckled. shepherd.”
This made both Ava and Raymond burst into anger.
In terms of making people angry, Lumian is definitely the top person in Kordu Village.
Ava blurted out:
“I don’t think any of them are suitable because there are more suitable ones.”
“What is it?” Lumian’s eyes lit up.
As soon as Ava finished speaking, she regretted a little, but she also planned to tell the corresponding things, but she didn’t want to tell Lumian and Raymond so easily.
After a few seconds of silence, she glared at Lumian:
“There are real witches in the village.”
“Who?” Lumian’s heart tightened.
It’s Aurora who won’t say it, right?
If even Ava knows that Auror is a wizard, then he and Auror have to flee Kordu Village quickly and live in other places, lest they be “visited” by the Inquisition.
Awa looked around subconsciously, lowered her voice and said:
The magistrate’s wife, the curate’s mistress, Madame Puares? Lumian was a little disbelieving:
“real or fake?”
If Puares is really a witch, how could the priest not notice when he found out that the lady was having an affair with the curate?
“No way?” Raymond was very surprised.
Awa stood on tiptoe and looked towards the village entrance:
“I’m not sure, it was Charlie, the magistrate’s valet, who let me know once.
“He said that Mrs. Puares is a spirit messenger who can talk to the souls of the dead and help them return home. He also said that Mrs. Puares can make secret medicines and spells.”
After Lumian listened carefully, he was still not sure whether it was true or not.
With “Spirituality”, “Lotus”, “Secret Veil” and other magazines being published regularly, it is not too strange that the administrator’s wife understands some terminology and how to behave, which fools the servants and villagers.
“Let’s go to the church to inform? Can we get a lot of rewards?” Raymond was terrified and looking forward to it.
Lumian considered for a few seconds and said:
“The magistrate’s servants know that Mrs. Puares is a witch, so the magistrate himself should know too?”
“Yes.” Ava gave an affirmative answer.
“Mrs. Puares is also the mistress of the curate. If we go to the church to inform, I am afraid that we will be sent directly to the magistrate’s house.”
“Madame Pouaris is the parson’s mistress?”
Both Ava and Raymond were shocked.
“I saw it with my own eyes.” Lumian said with a chuckle, “Pretend you don’t know about it and don’t tell anyone, or I’m afraid we’ll disappear someday.”
Ava and Raymond agreed at the same time, with extremely solemn expressions.
They were all very afraid of the curate priest, and a witch was involved in this matter.
“If it is really confirmed that Mrs. Pouaris is a witch, we will find an opportunity to go to Darliege and tell the bishop during the high mass.” Lumian comforted the two of them.
“Yeah.” Raymond nodded vigorously.
This must be confirmed before reporting, otherwise Mrs. Puares will be fine after the investigation, and they will be finished.
After exchanging these things, Lumian, who was unwilling to waste time, stood up and said to Ava and Raymond:
“I’m going back to study, otherwise Aurora would have chased me with a stick.
“You two take good care of the geese.”
“Okay.” Thinking of the next period of time, only himself and Ava would be left here, Raymond felt a burst of excitement.
Ava was a little unhappy.
After approaching Kordu Village, Lumian began to hide his whereabouts, always paying attention to whether there was anyone nearby.
He was worried that the priest and the others would not let him go, and were still waiting for an opportunity.
According to his observation, the curate priest Guillaume Bennet is a very persevering person, and he will definitely take revenge if he suffers.
Hiding in hiding, Lumian walked in the direction of the old tavern.
Suddenly, he heard a tinkling sound.
Lumian turned his head and saw in the fork on the left, the three foreigners, Ryan, Liya, and Valentine, were walking towards Naroka and the others who were catching each other’s lice.
The crisp and sweet jingle sound came from the four small silver bells on Liya’s veil and boots.
They have been wandering around the village for the past two days, looking for people to chat, asking this and that, but they don’t know what they want to do… Lumian is a little puzzled and a little wary.
Thinking of the deserted village square and the shepherd Pierre Berry who came back from afar to participate in Lent, he had some bad premonitions and felt weird.
What will happen in the village? Lumian decided to tell Aurora about the situation later, and let this well-informed, knowledgeable, and wise sister make a judgment.
Soon, he entered the old tavern smoothly, and saw the woman who gave him the tarot card was sitting in the corner, eating.
Lumian moved closer and took a glance:
“Fatty fried eggs?
“Will it be too boring?”
In the Da Liege region, this dish is the first choice for ordinary people to entertain distinguished guests, but Lumian feels that it may be oily and greasy for women from the metropolis.
The lady slowly took a bite of the golden egg, closed her eyes and felt for a while:
“Very good, with local characteristics, very fragrant.”
“Lunch so early?” Lumian sat across from him.
The lady’s light blue eyes showed a little tiredness, and said with a smile:
“This is breakfast.”
What time is it… Lumian didn’t dare to say this.
He looked around the old tavern where there were no customers, and lowered his voice:
“I saw a ruin in my dream and met a monster.”
“Oh.” The lady was not surprised at all, and there was even a bit of playfulness in Lumian’s incomprehensible expression.
Lumian settled down and told the story of what happened to him, and finally said:
“How to deal with this monster?”
The lady smiled and asked:
“Is it dead or alive?”
“It must be alive, I can’t kill it…” Lumian stopped subconsciously answering.
He thought for a while, then slowed down and said:
“I can feel its breath, it should be alive.”
“Since it’s alive, try more. Cut off its head this time, pour oil on it next time and burn it directly, and bury it alive next time. Maybe it will die?” The lady was enjoying her breakfast. Bian casually suggested, “Come to me after trying so many methods and still not working. I’m not your nanny. I will help with every little thing. You have to learn to think of your own way first.”
It’s kind, friendly… Lumian is not at all lost or depressed, because the other party seems to mean that if you come to her after encountering a particularly serious danger, she will provide some help, and now this kind of monster is really Not worth mentioning.
But her insignificance is a real big trouble to me… Lumian immediately felt a headache again.
He decided to do what the lady said, and first try whether beheading, burning, burying alive and other methods would work.