"..." Lumian was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he opened the curtains and cursed:

"Is there a head sick, right?

"Every time I look at it, take a look, and leave without saying a word!

"Are you a mute? Or are you having an IQ problem? Have you not learned human language for so many years?"

In fact, Lumian had his own guess about the owl's actions, believing that it was his sister's existence that made it dare not do anything. After all, Orol said that as long as he did not leave the building at night, he could ensure safety. If he had impulsively poked his head out of the window, the owl would probably not fly away quietly like he is now.

After scolding for a while, Lumian decided to pull up the curtains and repair them for a while.

His eyes swept outside casually and suddenly solidified there.

A few dozen meters away, a figure of a Taoist was walking slowly by the edge of a small wood.

She wore a dark long dress made of coarse cloth, with sparse and pale hair.

"Naroka..." Lumian recognized the figure.

That was Naroka who he had asked about the legend of the wizard before.

Naroka's face seemed to be half-melted into darkness, and her eyes reflected strange light under the faint crimson moonlight. Her whole movements were extremely stiff, like a wandering ghost.
Chapter completed!