Chapter 17 Letter Ryan shook his head: "The letter only had two sentences and the content was very simple. It looked like someone in deep trouble was asking us for help." “Didn’t you say what the dilemma was?” Lumian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it is the letters Aurore wrote to her pen pals or the emails her pen pals sent back, they could never contain only two sentences. "No." Ryan sighed softly. You guys came here just because of a letter asking for help? Aren't you afraid that this is just a prank? No one in the court is as proactive as you. Aren't you too kindhearted and mission-driven? Lumian sneered in his heart. According to his habit, he should have said these words directly, but considering that he still needed to extract information from the other party, he couldn't anger them, so he interrupted the conversation and forced himself to endure it. However, Lumian also knew that Ryan would not tell him the whole situation. They must have other considerations or reasons for coming to Cordu Village to find someone for a letter asking for help that did not clearly state anything. “Uh…” Lumian stroked his chin, and suggested, thinking there was nothing to lose by giving it a try, “How about showing me the letter? Maybe I can tell who wrote it from the handwriting.”
Valentine, with his powdered hair, had a "Do you take us for fools" expression on his face. Leah smiled and said: "Can you identify handwriting?" “Just barely.” Lumian said sincerely. He then added in his mind: Being able to identify Aurore's and my own handwriting is considered identification. "It's useless." Ryan shook his head again, "Every word in that letter comes from the little blue book, and the entire sentence is made up of the strips of paper cut from it." Very cautious... Why does this method sound familiar? Have you heard Aurore's story many times?... If it's a request for help, why do you want to hide your identity in this way? Are you afraid that the letter will be intercepted and you will be retaliated against? Or do you have some problems yourself and don't want to be exposed to others? Lumian tried to analyze the writer's mentality. He deliberately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said: “Most families in the village have little blue books. Are you talking to people to confirm through them whether their little blue books have been damaged in a similar way? "But that person could just buy a new little blue book without anyone knowing and throw it away after using it." "This is just one of the directions." Ryan said calmly. "Are there any other directions?" Lumian didn't consider himself an outsider at all. Ryan thought for a moment and said: "If there is a request for help, there is harm, something must be happening, and it will definitely leave traces." "That makes sense." Lumian looked as if he felt sorry for Ryan and the others, as if he had experienced it himself. He solemnly promised: "My cabbages, I will keep an eye out for you, and hopefully find some clues." "Thank you." Ryan responded politely. But Liya had already adjusted her mindset and asked: "Since we are friends, I have a question for you." “You’re welcome.” Lumian smiled. "Why did the villagers in the tavern laugh when you called us cabbages?" Leah was quite curious about this.
Although this name is embarrassing, it is a common local slang, so it shouldn't make people laugh. Lumian answered sincerely: "Cabbage means little cutie or baby in slang. My cabbage or little cabbage is mainly used in two situations. One is between close friends, and the other is between elders and younger people. My rabbit, my chicken, these are similar." He placed emphasis on the word "intimate". Then, he added innocently: "I just wanted us to be close friends." He acted like I was very pure and didn't understand the hidden meaning of this "intimacy". I think you want to be our elder...Liya finally understood why those villagers laughed. Although Lumian's explanation just now might not be true, it was at least logically convincing to her. Ryan nodded: "Is there anything else?" “No more.” Lumian didn’t want to appear too active, lest the other party think there was something wrong and start investigating him and Auror. My sister can't stand the investigation! After watching Leah and the others go away amid the tinkling sound of bells, Lumian sat at the door of the old tavern, waiting for the lady of mysterious origin and unknown purpose to wake up. After a while, his partner Raymond Craig came over. "Lumian, have you decided which legend to investigate next?" Raymond asked as soon as they met. In the past two days, he has been more active than Lumian in this matter. After all, he did not have that strange dream and had no other way to obtain the treasure. “Not yet.” The owl had already come to his door, so how could Lumian dare to investigate the truth of the legend before confirming the situation? He found a random excuse: "Lent is coming in a few days, so let's celebrate the festival well before considering it." "Yeah." Raymond thought it made sense. "So, I don't have to be a 'green guard' for the time being. I'll go after Lent. Even if someone is herding during these few days, it won't cause much damage." "So you don't have to leave the village for the next few days?" Lumian asked. Seeing Raymond nod, he smiled and said: "What a coincidence! I can't leave the village these days either." "Why?" Raymond asked puzzledly. Lumian lowered his voice and said seriously: "This morning, I met the owl in the wizard's legend. It said that if there was no church in the village and no God watching over it, it would immediately take my soul away and throw it into the abyss..." Raymond was shocked and frightened when he heard this. He began to tremble all over: "real? "I said we shouldn't provoke such evil creatures..." As he murmured this, he suddenly saw a smile on Lumian's face. “…” Raymond then remembered the nature of a good friend.
"Are you playing a prank on me again?" He was angry and anxious. I was angry at myself. I knew exactly what kind of person Lumian was and had been cheated many times before, so why did I still fall for it? “You believe such an outrageous thing?” Lumian laughed. This sentence is just to deceive you, so that you won't be unable to bear the pressure and go directly to the church to confess... he added silently in his heart. "Huh..." Raymond relaxed. Lumian then warned: "Although I made up that story just now, I also want to tell you that pursuing the truth of the legend may be dangerous. If you can stay in the village and the protection of the church, try not to leave." After that, he muttered silently: This is the truth. Most of the story just now is indeed made up, and only a small part is true... If I didn't need help with many things later, I wouldn't remind you to tell you Aurore's instructions in a different way. It's none of my business whether others live or die... Raymond thought of the fear he had just felt and nodded in understanding: "Ok!" He stopped talking about those legends and asked: "When choosing the spring elf, who will you vote for?" The Spring Fairy is the protagonist of various Lent celebrations and is a symbol of spring. In the Dariege area, it is usually played by a beautiful, unmarried girl voted for by the entire village. "Ava, right?" Lumian replied nonchalantly, "Hasn't she always wanted to be a spring elf?" "I would choose her too." Raymond breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday Ava hinted to him to choose her when he voted, so he felt it necessary to help her and get more votes for her. ………… Outside a house not far from the old tavern. Ryan, Leah and Valentine were in no rush to find someone to "chat with". "Is it really okay to say so much to that guy just now?" Valentine raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose. The air here smells faintly of poultry droppings. Liya plucked a silver bell on her head and said, "I don't know if there is a problem or not. I can only confirm one thing. My divination results tell me that he is one of the useful helpers." "When the situation is difficult to open up, leaking some information appropriately and causing the relevant people to take action out of fear is a very effective investigation method." Ryan explained his intention, "Next, we will observe him more and see what he will do or who he will find." ………… After Raymond left, Lumian entered the old tavern and saw the lady who gave him the tarot cards appeared in the old seat again. Today she was wearing a white women's shirt and a pair of light-colored trousers with loose legs, and a round straw hat with a few yellow flowers tied on it was placed beside her. She has so many clothes in her suitcase, and she changes them every day. She is not as shabby as Leah and the others... Lumian sighed as he moved closer and sat opposite her. During this process, he casually glanced at the other person's breakfast: a plump, meat-filled patty filled with a thin sauce; A few cream donuts; seasonal fruit cut into pieces; A glass of light-colored, transparent drink with a few impurities.
These are not what the old tavern can provide... Lumian pointed at the drink and asked familiarly: "What is this? It doesn't look like wine." "It's a special drink called 'Venus Oil'," the lady answered casually. "It's made of cinnamon water soaked with sugar and vanilla and mixed with poppy flowers. It was invented by a bar in Trier." The word "Venus" comes from Emperor Roselle, who mentioned in a story that this was a woman who was comparable to the goddess of beauty. "Where did you get it? Did you mix it yourself?" Lumian doubted that the nearest city, Darriege, could provide anything similar. The lady smiled: “As a traveler, it’s a professional instinct to get the right things at the right time.” “I don’t understand.” Lumian was honest. He then said: "I dealt with the monster before, but this time I encountered two more dangerous ones..." He described the monster with three faces and the monster carrying a hunting rifle, and then said: "I feel like they all have powers beyond those of normal humans. I can't deal with them. Is there any way to deal with them?" The lady took a bite of the cream donut, rolled her eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "I can't say anything about the three-faced monster, but you can definitely deal with the one with the shotgun on your back, as long as you make good use of your special abilities." "My own specialness...what's so special about me?" Lumian was surprised and confused. I don’t even know it myself! The lady looked at him with a smile and said: "That's your dream. As the owner of the dream, you naturally have special treatment, but you haven't discovered it yet." PS: Thanks to Chu Zhaolan and Shalimarrrr for rewarding the Silver Alliance (End of this chapter)