Chapter 19 "Straightforward" Mrs. Pualis... Lumian was startled, as if someone had found his home and wanted to silence him. Thinking that his sister was upstairs and had extraordinary powers, he calmed down a lot. Exhaling slowly, Lumian walked over and opened the door. There were two women standing outside the door. The one in front was wearing a pure black and exquisite corseted long skirt with a shawl of the same color draped over her shoulders. She wore long tulle gloves on her hands and a small round hat on her head that looked a little playful because it was tilted. She was dressed in black, except for a diamond necklace inlaid with gold hanging on her chest. The lady had slightly sparse eyebrows, bright brown eyes with a smile, and long brown hair tied into a high bun. None of her facial features were outstanding when viewed separately, but when combined together, she had a clean and charming beauty. Coupled with her elegant temperament and graceful posture, the night sky at Lumian's door, which was stained with a little blush, seemed to be a lot fresher because of her, and a faint fragrance was faintly emanating from it. This is none other than Mrs. Puaris, the wife of Beost, the administrator of the village of Cordu and the territorial judge. Of course, in Lumian's mind, he also had to add modifiers such as "the priest's mistress", "suspected wizard", "suspect in the letter for help", and "the white body in the church", but these were not suitable to be said out loud, otherwise Mrs. Pualis would inevitably change her expression on the spot. By then, you will have succeeded in making people angry, but disaster may also follow.
"Mrs. Pualis, is there anything I can help you with?" Lumian deliberately glanced at the sky outside, suggesting that it might not be a good time for the other party to visit. Mrs. Pualis's red lips were a little watery, and she gently outlined: "I've come to discuss something with your sister Aurore." Judging from her appearance alone, she doesn't look like a woman over 30 with two children. She is only about 27 or 28 years old at most. Lumian considered for a moment and gave way. He said to Mrs. Pualis who came in: "Aurore is upstairs, writing a column for some newspaper." Pualis nodded and said to the maid beside him: "Cassie, wait for me downstairs." "Yes, ma'am." Cassie, dressed in black and white maid's clothes, took a few steps towards the warm stove. Lumien led Mrs. Puaris through the kitchen and up the stairs. Just as she reached the corner, Mrs. Pualis stopped. “What’s wrong?” Lumian turned around and pretended to be confused. Mrs. Pualis smiled and asked: "Did you bring those three strangers to the church on purpose?" Came to question me... Lumian was not panicked, but calmed down a lot. His previous experience of playing pranks and making people angry taught him that at times like this, he must not directly answer the other person's questions, nor should he defend himself. The best option is to accuse the other person, accusing him of making a mistake! Of course, it all depends on the situation, and running away is an alternative. Lumian quickly showed an angry expression and looked at Madam Pualis and said: "You are having an affair in God's church!" He then opened his arms and made a "hugging the sun" gesture: "My God, my Father, please forgive this sinful man and woman for this blasphemy." Mrs. Pualis read it quietly, her lips curled into an unusually beautiful arc: “I think God will forgive us.
"I read a book before, and it said this: A lady can cleanse herself of all sins by sleeping with her true lover, because love makes the pleasure innocent, as if it came from the purest heart. "Being with Guillaume Bene makes me happy and joyful, so Eternal Sun shouldn't be angry about it. It's not a sin." What kind of books are you reading, ma'am... Lumian couldn't help but complain in his heart. Mrs. Pualis continued: "However, this is indeed disrespectful to Saint Sis." Every region in Intis has one or several patron angels or saints. They either come from the scriptures of the "Eternal Sun" Church or the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, or they have made special contributions to the history of Intis, are well-known, and are recognized by the two major churches. In the Darriege area, the patron saint of the "Eternal Sun" Church is Saint Six. In other words, every "Eternal Sun" church here can actually be called the Saint Six Church. However, in order to distinguish them, only the largest and most core one is called that, and the others are replaced by other names. Therefore, Mrs. Puaris's affair with the parish priest in the church is equivalent to Saint Six's butler secretly bringing someone back, occupying the master's bedroom, and doing immoral things, which is a great disrespect to the patron saint. "Yes." Lumian nodded heavily. "Isn't the parish priest ashamed?" Mrs. Pualis burst out laughing. After she finished laughing, she said to Lumian: "I tried to persuade him at the time, I said: 'Oh my god, how can we do this in St. Six's church?' "What do you think the parish priest said? "He said: 'Oh, Saint-Sis has to put up with it'." Lumian, who had no experience in such matters, didn't know how to respond to these words for a moment. "He is blaspheming the saints!" He finally managed to say this. Mrs. Pualis showed a look of reminiscence: "He is that kind of person, bold and direct, like a robber, who can knock open the door of your heart with swearing, completely different from those gentlemen in Darriege. "Maybe that's why I slept with him." "That's just a normal reaction for some men when they're in heat. Not to mention Saint Sith, even if the gods were there, he would ask them to wait." Although Lumian had no experience, he had read more than one novel written by Aurore. "That's the lower body controlling the brain. No, at that time, his head was already empty and filled with other liquids." Mrs. Priss smiled faintly: "I know that's the reason, but he did look very charming in that situation. "Haha, you are indeed an inexperienced teenager. You don't know that the same words will make people feel differently in different environments and atmospheres. "I remember the first time I had sex with the parish priest, he stood there, looked into my eyes, and said to me directly, 'Puarisi, I want to get to know you more physically and mentally.' At other times, I would have thought he was a rude, vulgar, and vulgar pervert, and I would have called someone to stop him, but at that time, my body softened because the atmosphere was just right." As she spoke, Mrs. Pualis's smile became charming: "It's like, if I like a guy, I'll say to him, 'Come over to my house tonight, okay?' "If he did come, I would take him straight into the bedroom and tell him: 'I want to have sex with you, I love you'. "Lumian, at this moment, as a man, how would you answer?" Lumian usually told dirty jokes to the men in the village. Although he felt a little uncomfortable at this moment, he could still hold on. He tried to recall the stories written by his sister and the novels written by other contemporary writers, and said after careful consideration: "I'd say, 'Ma'am, you are my sun.' "Very talented..." Mrs. Pualis praised. As she spoke, she leaned forward and her eyes became moist.
Lumian suddenly felt a warm breath next to his ear, and a soft female voice with a hint of magnetism sounded softly: "I want to have sex with you..." At this moment, Lumian couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and his body felt numb, as if he had touched a broken radio light. He took a sharp step up the steps and said to Mrs. Pualis: "Aurore should be waiting for you." "Yeah." Mrs. Pualis stood up again, with a faint smile on her face and her eyes as calm as water. It seemed as if nothing had happened just now. This woman... Lumian suddenly felt a little scared. He turned around quickly and walked a few steps to the second floor. Mrs. Pualis followed closely behind him at a normal pace. Aurore, who heard the doorbell, was already waiting outside the bedroom. “So slow?” She looked at Lumian. Lumian explained cryptically: "We talked about church." Aurore understood immediately and gave her brother a look that said, "Pray to the Eternal Sun for good luck." She turned to Mrs. Pualis, who had just arrived on the second floor, and asked with a smile: "What's matter?" "Let's talk about some preparations for Lent. We may need your help with a certain celebration." Mrs. Pualis said with a smile. "I'm very busy these days..." Aurore made an excuse to decline. Mrs. Pualis pointed to the door of the study: "How about listening to it first?" "Okay." Aurore still had some courtesy. Seeing his sister and Mrs. Pualis enter the study and close the wooden door, Lumian nodded slightly: "He behaved fairly normally, without any guilt about returning to the 'crime scene'..." At this moment, an idea flashed through his mind: “There’s a high probability that Madam Pualis is a female wizard. Can I gain extraordinary powers from her? "This is much more convenient and safer than pursuing the truth about the wizard, confronting the owl, and exploring the dangerous dream ruins... "Moreover, we must explore the dream ruins and try to uncover the secrets and eliminate the hidden dangers as soon as possible. It will be less risky to go there after you have extraordinary powers." Thinking of this, Lumian suddenly became alert and shook his head. He immediately began to reflect on himself: “How can you think like that? “It is not clear whether Madam Pualis is a friend or an enemy, so how can one rashly seek supernatural powers through her? "Well, she didn't act like a good person just now, and even made me feel dangerous...
"What's wrong with me recently? I've been too eager and reckless in the pursuit of supernatural powers, as if I would die if I didn't get it quickly..." It has been nearly two years since Lumian discovered that his sister was a wizard. Although he had tried to gain supernatural powers before, he had never put in so much effort as he did in the past few days. No matter whether the opportunity was good or bad, or whether there was danger or not, as long as there seemed to be hope, he could not wait to get in touch with it, just like someone who had been hungry for a long time was not picky about food at all. “Phew… Fortunately I noticed the problem in time, otherwise the road ahead might go further and further off the track, becoming more and more dangerous.” Lumian let out a long breath, congratulating himself for regaining his normal state of mind. Of course, it is impossible to stop pursuing extraordinary powers, but one has to make choices. After all, the dangerous dream has already revealed its true face, and the undercurrent in the village is becoming more and more turbulent. (End of this chapter)