Looking at the restored "letter of help", Lumian fell into silence for a long time.

Although this does not necessarily mean the content of the letter, after all, as long as you don’t care much about grammar, those words can create other sentences, such as “The people around you need to get help as soon as possible, and we are getting stranger”, it still made him feel the indescribable heaviness, as if something was pressing on his heart.

In the past, he might have thought that the sender was playing a prank, but in the village of Kordu, there are more and more abnormal things, and this is only the part he discovered.

"You can't pretend that you didn't see anything, and you can't pretend that nothing happened...

"My sister said that a normal-minded person must know how to avoid danger and cannot stand under the wall after discovering that it is about to collapse..."

Lumian came to his senses and quickly made a decision:

We must leave Kordu Village as soon as possible and be with our sister!

As for the abnormalities here, there are naturally official people to deal with them, and the villagers here must be protected by them. Lumian himself neither bears this responsibility nor lacks the corresponding ability.

"In addition, we must speed up the exploration of the ruins of dreams and strive to gain extraordinary power in a short time to deal with possible accidents that may occur during the process of leaving here..." Lumian became clearer and full of urgency.

What he feared most was that before he and his sister had time to leave Kordu village, an abnormality broke out. In that case, he would at least not drag down his sister. The corresponding premise was that he needed to become much stronger than he is now.

Thinking of this, Lumian put his little blue book back in place, took the paper with the words and sentences just now, and walked down the stairs quickly.

He deliberately walked around the stove and threw the paper into the fire.

After leaving the door, Lumian headed straight to the old tavern.

The door of the tavern was closed, and the owner and bartender, Morris Bennet, should have been to attend Naroka's funeral.

However, as a part-time hotel, it is impossible for all doors to be locked during the day, so that guests will not have a chance to enter and exit.

Lumian walked around the path and pushed open the back door of the tavern.

When he arrived at the stairs, he looked at the hall and saw no figure.

Dingdengdeng, Lumian went up the second floor and stopped outside the mysterious woman's room.

Seeing that there was no sign "Resting, please do not disturb" hanging on the door handle, Lumian took a breath and slowly exhaled it, then bent his fingers and gently knocked on the wooden door.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

He knocked three times in a row, but no movement came out.

Dong, Dong, Dong... Lumian increased the knock on the door, but no one responded.

He slapped a few more times, and the room was silent.

"Not here?" Lumian frowned, "Have you gone to watch Naroka's funeral?"

He no longer wasted his time, went down the second floor, left the tavern, and headed straight for the cemetery next to the church.

On the way, he passed by Naroka's house.

At this time, the crowd outside the door who had bid farewell to the body had all dispersed and had all gone to the cemetery to wait.

Lumian looked from a distance and happened to see Pons Bennet, the younger brother of the priest, come out of the house.

"This..." He was surprised and subconsciously leaned towards the building next to him, shrinking behind the cover.

When holding a funeral, don’t you be unable to enter the house to avoid affecting the constellation and bring good luck away?

Pons Bennet stopped at the door of Naroka's house and whispered a few words with the old lady's youngest son, Arnold.

When Pons Bennet left, Arnault locked the door and headed towards the cemetery.

"Naroka's death is indeed a bit strange..." Lumian frowned and muttered to himself silently.

He now felt that Naroka's death might not be caused by the owl, and it is more likely to be related to the secret strangeness of the genius of the priest of the church.

The owl might have just followed his mission, came to Kordu Village to take away the souls of the dead, and then stopped on the way to observe Lumian for a while.

Of course, Lumian has a more terrifying guess:

The gang of priests in this church may have some connection with the owl!

Their weirdness and what they did secretly may be the original source of the wizard's legacy.

"Before leaving Kordu village, you can find an opportunity to tell Ryan, Leah and the others about my guesses, and hope they can find out the truth as soon as possible and solve the problem as soon as possible." Lumian withdrew his gaze and muttered thoughtfully in his heart while walking towards the church of "eternal sun".

During the funeral, Lumian seemed silent and serious, but in fact he was constantly observing every villager, hoping to find something unusual in their expressions.

Unfortunately, he gained nothing.

However, he also had a certain illusion:

Some people in the village may be wearing some kind of mask...

And the mysterious lady who gave him tarot cards did not appear in the cemetery.

…………

It was close to the evening, in a half-floor-style two-story building.

"Where are the papers you wrote?" Orol glanced at his younger brother who had walked up to him and said casually, "Show me."

Lumian said with a serious expression:

"I have something to tell you."

Orol's eyes swept over his face:

"A wild animal in the village has taken your paper again?"

"No." Lumian said in a deep voice, "I heard something from those outsiders."

Orol kept his smile and nodded to continue.

Lumian started from Ryan and others pursuing a letter of help, and talked about the abnormalities of Xiaolan Shu at home, doubts about Mrs. Pualis, and talked about borrowing Xiaolan Shu from Raymond's family, and initially restored the content of the letter of help.

Finally, he suggested:

"Let's leave the village as soon as possible and arrive in Liege, no, Bigore, stay for a while."

Orol did not answer immediately, and pondered for more than ten seconds before saying:

“This is indeed the best choice at the moment.

"But there is a problem. While the official person launched an investigation, will we suddenly and hurriedly leave Kordu arouse their suspicion and be stopped by them and focus on investigation?

"If I weren't an extraordinary person, it would be nothing, but I was a wild extraordinary person who was not officially recognized and would be captured and purified by the referee."

After all, Lumian lacked experience and ignored this issue before and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He said after a while:

"Forcibly break out, and then hide in another city or another country?"

"Do you look down on me too much?" Orol laughed in silence. "According to my observation, the three foreigners should be very powerful. If only one, I might be able to deal with it, but there are three of them. Moreover, how do you know that there is no ambush outside the village, just waiting for the suspect to be frightened, appear and run away?"

Lumian was speechless.

He had to admit that compared to his sister, he was still too young and immature, and his thinking was not meticulous enough at critical moments.

"You are still too reckless." Orol commented, "But it's normal. How can young people not have a little bit of agility?"

She paused and said:

"Tomorrow morning, you go to the administrator and help me print a telegram to the "Fiction Weekly", which is about asking when the writer's salon mentioned before will be held."

Ollor is a columnist of "Fiction Weekly" and is quite popular with readers.

——The administrator and the priest of the church each have a telegram, responsible for emergency contacts. It is not impossible for the villagers to use it normally, but they have to pay enough Felkin.

Seeing Lumian showing a puzzled look, Orol smiled and explained simply:

"The Novel Weekly has always wanted to invite me to Trier for some activities, but I refused, including the recent writers' salon.

“Since I asked about this, they would definitely invite me over enthusiastically and even reimburse the round-trip steam train tickets.

"In this way, our departure is a normal thing. Even if we are secretly observed, we will not be treated as a suspect.

"At that time, I have a way to hide it from them briefly. As long as we two are really not contaminated by abnormal events, there is a high probability that we will leave Kordu smoothly."

"Okay." Lumian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A few seconds later, he asked curiously:

"Orol, uh, sister, is the extraordinary person the name of a person with extraordinary power?"

"Yes." Orol didn't say much.

She turned and smiled:

"You are actually willing to leave your friends and escape directly from Kordu."

"What does it matter to me if others die or live?" Lumian said "heep".

The most important thing at the moment is to ensure your sister’s safety!

Orol smiled "tsk":

"Come on, I'll say it again, I've heard it cutely.

"How many times have you said similar things before? But every time you either provide help quietly or pretend to remind them unintentionally."

"Those are trivial matters," Lumian defended.
To be continued...