Mrs. Pualis didn't talk to Ollor for long, and after more than ten minutes, they walked out of the study.

Lumian accompanied his sister and sent Mrs. Pualis all the way out of the door.

He then looked at Orol:

"What kind of help she asks you to do?"

Orol curled his mouth and said:

"Let me lead the singing at the celebration of praise, I refuse."

There are three links of Lenten Festival in Kordu Village: one is the blessing parade of "Spring Elf", the second is the waterside ceremony, and the third is the praise celebration held in the church. Finally, this is mainly performed in the form of playing musical instruments and choruses.

In the Dalége area, the lead singers are often church choirs, but the village of Kordu does not have this condition, so they can only find a good singer to replace them.

As for playing musical instruments, the villagers do not worry about it. In villages with shepherd traditions, music or musical instruments are indispensable in daily life.

You should know that shepherds are in the wild all year round, either living in shacks or hitting pits. Apart from companions and flocks, the only thing they deal most often with is the flute they carry with them.

In addition to grazing, playing cards, chatting, playing flutes and sootheing your heart with music is something that almost every shepherd will do.

Because of this, the words to describe a shepherd in a difficult and poor situation are "He doesn't even have a flute."

With so many shepherds around, other villagers in Kordu Village will inevitably be affected to a certain extent. When they gather and chat in the square, someone will inevitably play musical instruments to make the melodious melody echo.

"Yeah." Lumian felt quite relieved when he saw his sister's determination.

Just watch those celebrations and make fun of them. Being the protagonist is not only a waste of time, but also prone to attracting unnecessary covetousness.

In order to protect your eyesight, when only kerosene lamps provide lighting, Lumian chose to wash and go to bed after reading the book for a while, thinking carefully about how to safely test what special things he had in his dreams.

The lady's advice was extremely accurate several times, which made him unconsciously believe her words completely.

When it was late at night, Lumian once again entered a dream and woke up there.

He touched his pockets, and habitually counted it, confirming that the 217 Felkin and 25 Cope's harvest still existed.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Lumian lifted up the axe and steel fork, went downstairs, and headed straight to the stove.

The fire has been extinguished.

"When I wasn't dreaming, the clocks here were still walking..." Lumian frowned slightly.

How could I have anything special in such a "real" dream?

——"The clocks are still walking" is a common saying in the Darege area, which means that time will not stop because of humans, and will always flow forward.

Lumian returned to the bedroom he thought was the safest, put down his axe and steel fork, and brushed off his clothes.

Then, he walked to the full-length mirror that came with the closet, checking his body inch by inch to see what was different from reality.

No exceptions.

"Mental special?" Lumian did not rush to put on his clothes, walked straight back to the bed, imitated his sister, and sat cross-legged.

Before, in order to make him lucid dreams, Orol taught him some superficial meditation methods that do not involve mysterious elements. Now he wants to give it a try, seeing whether he can detect the possible special features of the mind and body in a completely quiet scene.

The first step is to regulate your breathing.

Lumian deepened his breathing force and slowed down the corresponding frequency.

As he breathed slowly and slowly, Lumian let his brain empty little by little.

At the same time, he outlined a red sun in his mind, focusing all his attention and thoughts on it, thereby eliminating the rest of the messy thoughts.

This was specially instructed by Orol. When meditating, he must choose things that exist in reality and represent light to outline, so as not to be targeted by some filthy and evil things.

As a pan-believers of the "eternal savage sun", Lumian's first reaction was to visualize the sun.

His mind gradually calmed down, and the whole world in his perception seemed to be left with the red sun.

Suddenly, Lumian seemed to hear something.

It seemed to come from infinite heights, and it seemed to ring in my ears, which was both incomprehensible and thunderous.

In the indescribable buzzing sound, Lumian's heart thumped wildly, and his head seemed to have been inserted into an iron rod, stirring it hard for a few times.

The severe pain burst out instantly, and the blazing sun became bright red like blood, and quickly dyed deep black.

The meditation scene shattered.

Lumian opened his eyes suddenly, gasped and felt like he was about to die suddenly.

It took him ten or twenty seconds to recover from the near-death experience.

He instinctively lowered his head and looked at his body.

He saw something strange more on his left chest.

Some kind of dark black, thorn-like symbol seemed to come from the heart, growing out of the body, they were connected one by one, extending to the back like a chain.

Above these "thorns" are patterns that are suspected to be eye-like and twisted lines like insects, all of which are blue-black.

At this time, these tattoo-like things are slowly fading.

Lumian was startled and immediately had many ideas.

He quickly got out of bed, headed straight to the full-body mirror, and pointed his back at it.

Then, he tried his best to turn his head to the left to check the condition of his back.

He barely saw a chain composed of black "thorns" drilling into his body again in the vest.

In other words, this "thorn" chain locked his heart and his corresponding body in the form of a ring.

"Black and blue-black are two different symbols. The blue-black feels a bit familiar. Well... it is very similar to the old man I helped when I wandered... It was from that time that I began to dream of a large fog..." Lumian analyzed the "special" that was different from reality, until they completely faded and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Lumian was quite disappointed.

Although he found something special, he felt it was meaningless.

Because the process of guiding them to appear made him extremely painful and approaching death.

In this state of being about to fall into a coma, what is the difference between facing the monster carrying a hunting rifle and sending food to it?

And if he has the power to fight again, the "special" is about to disappear.

The climate in the dream is quite cold, like early spring in the mountains. Lumian is not very comfortable to be naked, so he quickly put on his clothes.

After just doing such a simple thing, he became extremely tired and his head hurts a little.

Obviously, the impact brought by meditation just now cannot be restored to the same level in a short period of time.

In this case, Lumian decided to give up exploring tonight, not try, sleep well, and rest carefully.

…………

After he woke up, it was not yet bright.

Looking at the darkness in the house and the slightest blush near the curtains, Lumian carefully recalled what happened in his dream.

"I have meditated many times in reality before, but I haven't heard that strange sound or felt any pain...

"Only in that dream is special?" Lumian sat up in confusion and planned to confirm.

He followed the process again and tried to meditate.

The red sun quickly emerged in his mind, and the chaos in his heart gradually settled down.

This is Lumian’s familiar meditation experience, without strange sounds, no violent pain, and no near-death experience.

After a while, he finished his meditation, unbuttoned his buttons, and looked down at his heart.

There is no symbol there.

"Sure enough, that's a special part of the dream, and it doesn't affect reality..." Lumian didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.

He raised his head and looked at the window covered by the curtains. His thoughts spread out, thinking about whether the "special" in his dream could be used and how to use it.

At this moment, he saw that there seemed to be a dark shadow outside the window, a small shadow.

Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was extremely nervous.

His most instinctive reaction was to call his sister, but then he thought that he was at home. Orol said that he would look here and she should have noticed it, so he got out of bed carefully and slowly approached the window.

During this process, Lumian waited for his sister to stop the action.

Orol did not show up.

Lumian came to the window, grabbed the curtain, and carefully opened it a gap.

Outside the window is a quiet and deep night, and the crimson moon hangs far away in the sky.

Not far away, on the elm tree with leaves gently shaking, an owl stood quietly, facing Lumian's window.

It is a circle bigger than most of its kind, and its eyes are not rigid or stiff at all. The eyes of Lumian looked down with an indescribable sense of looking down.

That owl!

It's coming again!

Lumian's heart suddenly hangs.

The owl, like last time, looked at Lumian for more than ten seconds, spread its wings and flew into the depths of the night without doing anything.
To be continued...