Chapter 4 Dream Lumian sat on the roof and did not go down immediately. The expression on his face had completely restrained, and his calm and serious look seemed like he was not the same person as the young man who loved to laugh and play pranks in the tavern. Ever since he accidentally discovered that Auror possessed those magical abilities, he had always wanted to obtain them, but Auror always told him that it was not something to be envied or pursued. On the contrary, it was very dangerous and full of pain. Therefore, she would not agree to let her brother take this path, even if she did have a way to allow ordinary people to control extraordinary powers, she would not tell Lumian. In this regard, Lumian could only keep looking for opportunities to persuade and beg, but he couldn't force her. After about ten seconds, Lumian stood up, walked nimbly to the edge of the eaves, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder. He strolled to the outside of Aurora's room, saw the brown wooden door was open, and looked inside. At this moment, Aurora, wearing a light blue dress, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, writing something under the bright desk lamp. What are you writing so late at night? Something about witchcraft? Lumian raised his hand to hold the door and joked: "Writing a diary?" "Who writes a diary?" Aurore didn't even turn her head and continued writing with the exquisite champagne gold fountain pen in her hand.
Lumian expressed his dissatisfaction: "Emperor Roselle also has many diaries circulating." Roselle is the last emperor in the history of the Republic of Intis where the siblings currently live. He ended the rule of the Solon royal family, and was crowned "Caesar" by the archon, calling himself the Great Emperor. He made many important inventions including the steam engine, found the waterway to the southern continent, and set off a wave of colonization. He was a symbol of that era more than a hundred years ago. Unfortunately, he was betrayed in his later years and assassinated in the White Maple Palace in Trier. After the death of this great emperor, many diaries were circulated in the world, but they were all written in a language that no one could understand and that seemed to not exist anywhere in the world. "So Roselle is not a serious person." Aurore sneered with her back to Lumian. "So what are you writing?" Lumian asked. This is what he really wants to know. Aurore replied nonchalantly: "letter." "Who is it for?" Lumian couldn't help but frown. Aurore stopped the champagne gold fountain pen with exquisite patterns and checked the previous words and sentences: "A pen pal." “Pen pal?” Lumian was a little confused. What is this stuff? Aurore laughed, tucked her golden hair behind her ears, and taught her brother: “So I told you to read more newspapers and books, and not hang out outside every day, or even drink! “Look at you, what’s the difference between you and an illiterate person now? "Pen pals are friends you met through newspaper columns, journals, magazines, etc., but have never met in person and communicate entirely through letters." "What's the point of having friends like this?" Lumian was quite concerned about this matter. He couldn't help but take back his hand that was pressing on the door and touched his chin. Aurore has never had a boyfriend, so she can't be fooled by a guy she has never met. "Meaning?" Aurore thought about it seriously. "First of all, it's the emotional value. Okay, I know you don't understand what emotional value is. Humans are social animals and need to communicate. There are some things and some emotions that I will definitely not tell the villagers, and I can't tell you. I need a more secret channel to vent. This kind of pen pal who I will never meet is just right. Secondly, don't underestimate my pen pals. Several of them are very powerful and knowledgeable. For example, this battery-powered lamp was given to me by a pen pal. Kerosene lamps and candles are too harmful to the eyes and are not suitable for writing at night..."
Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurore raised her left hand and waved it back: "Go to bed, my drunkard brother! "good night!" "Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he did not ask any further questions. Aurore then gave another order: "Remember to close the door for me. It's a bit cold with the door and window open." Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door. He walked back to his room, took off his shoes and sat on the bed. In the dim and dark night, Lumian saw the wooden table against the window, the tilted chair, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side. He sat quietly, lost in thought. He had always known that Auror had her own secrets and there were many things she had not told him. He was not surprised at all. He was just worried that these secrets and things might bring danger to Auror. And once something really happens, there is very little he can do. He is just an ordinary person with a strong body and a quick mind. Thoughts emerged one after another and then fell one by one. Lumian exhaled lightly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly. Then he took off his brown jacket and threw himself into the bed which was not yet warm. The weather in the mountains in late March and early April is still a bit cold. ………… In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist. They permeate the surroundings, making things in the distance completely disappear. Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went or how far he walked in the gray fog, he would eventually return to the same place: His bedroom. The bedroom consists of a bed with a white four-piece set, a wooden table and chairs placed horizontally in front of the window, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, etc. ………… Lumian opened his eyes. The early morning sunlight shines through the not-too-thick blue curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom. Lumian sat up and stared at the scene in a daze, feeling as if he was still dreaming. He had that dream again. I dreamed of the gray fog that never dissipated. He raised his hands and pinched his temples on both sides, muttering to himself silently: "It's happening more and more frequently recently, almost every day..." If this dream had not brought any negative effects, Lumian would never have been as calm as he is now.
Of course, it didn't have any good effects either. “I really hope there’s some adventure hidden here…” Lumian muttered and got out of bed. As soon as he opened the door and walked into the corridor, he heard noises coming from Aurore's room. What a coincidence...Lumian showed a hint of smile on his face. Suddenly, he had an idea and took a step back, standing at the edge of the door. When Aurore's bedroom door opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand and pinched his temple, a slightly painful look on his face. "What's wrong?" Aurore noticed this scene. Success! Lumian cheered in his heart and pretended to calm himself down. "I had that dream again," he replied in a low voice. Aurore's blond hair hung down casually, and a look of worry gradually appeared between her brows: "The last plan didn't work..." She thought for a while and said: "Maybe... I should find you a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, to see what's causing it." "The kind with magical powers?" Lumian asked deliberately. Aurore nodded slightly in response. "One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help but ask one more question. "Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problem!" Aurore did not give a direct answer. Isn't that what I'm thinking about? Lumian muttered to himself. He then said: "Aurore, if I become a wizard, someone with extraordinary powers, I should be able to unlock the secret of dreams and put an end to them once and for all." "Don't even think about it!" Auror responded without hesitation. Her expression softened: "Lumian, I won't lie to you. This road is dangerous and painful. If there were no other choice, if the world wasn't becoming more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer and live happily." Lumian immediately said: "Then let me bear the danger and pain, and I will protect you. You just need to live happily and do what you want to do." He thought about these words many times in his mind. Aurore was silent for two seconds, then suddenly smiled: “Are you discriminating against women?” Without giving Lumian a chance to restate his statement, she said sternly: “It’s useless. Once you choose this path, there will be no chance of regret. "Okay, okay, I'm going to go wash up. You should study hard at home today and prepare for the unified college entrance examination in June!" "You said the world is becoming more and more dangerous, so why take exams?" Lumian muttered. He felt that the most important thing at the moment was to gain strength, not to do the test papers.
Aurore smiled: "Knowledge equals power, my illiterate brother." Lumian had nothing to say and could only watch Aurore walk into the bathroom. ………… In the afternoon, in the square of Cordu village. Raymond Craig saw Lumian Lee squatting under an elm tree from a distance, wondering what he was thinking about. "Shouldn't you be studying at home?" Raymond walked over with obvious envy in his tone. He is Lumian's friend, almost meters tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary looks, and a slightly flushed face. Lumian raised his head and said with a smile: "Didn't Aurore tell you? Even hanging yourself needs a break! I've been studying for so long, I need to take a break." He kept thinking that morning whether it was possible for him to gain extraordinary powers without going through Aurore. This requires searching, requires clues, and requires him to take the initiative to investigate. In the end, he felt that the stories circulating in the village involving magical powers might hide some truth and certain clues, so he came here specifically to wait for Raymond. "If I were you, I would only rest for a quarter of an hour at most." Raymond leaned against the elm tree and said, "We don't have a well-read sister to teach us. I will go to learn shepherding next year." Lumian ignored this and said thoughtfully: "Tell me again the legend of the wizard you told me last time." Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intention, and recalled in confusion: "The wizard one? "There used to be a wizard in the village, and then he died. On the day of his funeral, an owl flew in from outside the house and landed on top of the bed, and did not fly away until the body was carried away. "Then the coffin became so heavy that it took nine oxen to pull it." “How long ago was that?” Lumian asked. Raymond became more and more confused: "How should I know? I heard it from my father." (End of this chapter)