Compared to "time loop" and "people turning into sheep", the picture in front of him was not only no less shocking, but also made Lumian feel that his eyes, mind and spirit were seriously polluted.

If he had known in advance that he would witness such a thing, he would definitely have chosen to give up the action.

"What the hell is going on?

"Louis Lund is obviously still a man!

"Whose child is he carrying, the Administrator, or Madame Poialis?

“Is this the world of occultism?

"Aurore's decision not to let me have contact is really for my own good..."

For a moment, Lumian's thoughts were disordered and his mind was confused. He wanted to gouge out his eyes and forcefully forget what he saw.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The baby born by Louis Lund cried loudly, instantly giving the dirty "delivery room" an air of sanctity.

This is the beauty of the birth of new life. Lumian, who was hiding outside the window, intuitively experienced the joy that comes from the origin of human beings.

Of course, in addition, the weird, absurd, dirty, and incongruous feeling has become more and more obvious.

Lumian finally came to his senses and subconsciously took another look into the room.

The baby has been placed on the white silk spread beside Louis Lund by the woman in a gray and white dress. He is a boy. There are more blood stains on his body than milky white oil, but other than this, there is nothing unusual. He looks like an ordinary baby.

An ordinary newborn.

Lumian observed for another two seconds and found that the baby boy's fingers were bent and his nails were very long, like the claws of a bird.

Just now, he used these hands to tear open Louis Lund's belly!

Louis Lund was lying there, falling into a semi-conscious state.

The tear on his stomach has not yet been sutured, blood is constantly seeping out, and the intestines that are pressed aside can be vaguely seen inside, as well as a strange thing that looks like a bird's nest and is covered with a flesh-colored film.

After the woman wrapped the baby in silk, she took out the bird's nest-like thing, picked up the sewing needle and catgut, and helped Louis Lund treat the wound.

As Louise Lund moaned in pain, she sewed and chanted:

"It's quite easy for you. The last time I gave birth to quadruplets, it was painful..."

Lumian's face muscles twitched slightly, and he felt that after his eyes, brain, mind, and spirit were affected, his ears were also contaminated.

He looked away and decided to leave here quickly.

With another slight jump, Lumian jumped to the window from which he came and climbed into the room.

He closed the window, went out and went straight to the stairs.

Dodging a male servant who came up, Lumian returned to the hall very quickly and quietly.

"Where have you been?"

Suddenly, a soft, slightly magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

With Lumian's "hunter" senses, he didn't even notice in advance that someone was standing next to the entrance to the stairs.

He turned around suddenly, looked over there, and saw Mrs. Pualis, who was wearing a blue waist dress and her hair was half pulled up and half down.

There was no smile on the lady's face, and Lumian's figure was clearly reflected in her bright brown eyes.

Lumian's spirit was instantly tense, and he was ready to fight while being frightened.

At this moment, Aurore came out of the side room, looked at him and said:

"Where have you been? The carriage has stopped at the door."

In similar scenarios, Lumian has rich experience and half-truthfully said:

"Didn't Mrs. Poialis just say that Mr. Lund was ill?

"I had drinks with him several times and wanted to visit him, but the castle was too big and I didn't know where he lived. I searched for a while but couldn't find him."

Auroer nodded and warned:

"You can make your request directly to Mrs. Pualis without hiding it from us. This is not a bad thing."

"It's my fault, I'm sorry." Lumian looked at Mrs. Pualis sincerely.

After seeing the scene upstairs, he was more afraid of this lady than disgusted.

Mrs. Pualis finally smiled and was no longer so serious:

"I thank you for your kindness on behalf of Lund, but he was not in a good state when he was ill this time, and he did not want to appear in front of others with a dishonorable image."

It's really shameful... Lumian silently "agreed".

Aurore then said to Mrs. Pualis:

"Then let's get on the carriage? Thank you very much."

Lumian quietly stared at Mrs. Pualis, worried that she would find an excuse to let his siblings stay a little longer.

That means she may have noticed an abnormality and needs to confirm if there is anything wrong with Louis Lund!

Although after reuniting with his sister, Lumian felt that the two of them were not incapable of fighting against Mrs. Pualis, but this was her castle after all, and it was surrounded by her servants. For the "hunter", it was the most powerful place.

Poor hunting conditions.

Mrs. Pualis nodded gently, smiled and said to Aurore:

"Looking forward to the gifts you bring back from Trier. The fashion there always makes me yearn for it."

"I hope I can give you a surprise." Although Aurore didn't know whether she would be able to return to Kordu Village in her lifetime, she still had to express her stance.

Mrs. Pualis took her maid Cassie to the door and watched them get into the box-style four-seater carriage.

The burly coachman with a dark brown beard was wearing dark red clothes, yellow trousers, and a waxed hat. Except for not wearing a tie, he was almost the same as the professional coachman in the city.

This is a mandatory requirement of Administrator Beost.

"Excuse me." Aurore said to the coachman politely before closing the door.

The coachman's name is Severe, and he has the most common blue eyes in the Republic of Intis.

He was delighted by the respect of the beautiful lady Aurore, and looked forward to the tips that would definitely come to him when he arrived in Darie. He said enthusiastically:

"Ma'am, sir, sit down."

He raised his whip and made the horse move from slow to fast.

As the carriage passed through the village of Kordu, it suddenly stopped.

Although he knew that the road to leaving would never be smooth or easy, Lumian couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong?" He asked the driver outside across the carriage.

Sever said:

"My lady promised to take Naroka to Junak Village yesterday. I was worried that it would be too late to go back to Daliège, so I thought I would pick her up on the way. Don't worry, I won't delay your time."

The village of Junac is closer to Liège than the village of Kordu, so going there first will not really affect the time it takes for Aurore and Lumian to reach their destination.

Because this was someone else's carriage and she had no right to stop it, Aurore did not raise any objection.

Lumian is more concerned about Naroka - in the last cycle, Naroka died suddenly, suspected to have been murdered by relatives, and was related to the parish priest's group.

Sever got off the carriage, entered Naroka's house, and then led the lady out.

Naroka was different from usual. She changed into a long black dress with exquisite patterns, wore a dark soft hat that old women liked, and her sparse and pale hair had obviously been carefully combed.

"Hey, my little cabbage, where are you going?" Naroka got on the carriage and was very happy to see Aurore.

Her face, which had many spots and wrinkles, was filled with unconcealable joy, and her eyes, which had been slightly cloudy in the past, were much brighter.

"I went to Trier to attend a writers' salon and took Lumian to inspect the universities there." Aurore said the truth in an absolute sense.

She turned to ask:

"Naroka, are you a guest?"

Although it was normal for Naroka to wear black clothes as a widow, she only wore this dress during festivals, banquets and the anniversary of her late husband's death.

Naroka showed an expectant expression:

"Yeah, go meet some people."

Lumian said nothing and quietly observed Naroka to see if he could see anything from her.

The carriage started driving again, heading outside the village of Kordu.

Aurore and Naroka chatted wordlessly, focusing more on the outside of the car.

She was still worried that her siblings' hurried departure would arouse some people's suspicion.

As the carriage walked, Lumian suddenly noticed a change in Naroka's state.

Compared with just now, the lady's face was much paler and bluer, her eyes were no longer so alert, and she was completely silent. Unless Aurore asked, she would give a simple answer or two.

This is very similar to the Naroka Lumian saw in the middle of the night in the last cycle!

Lumian quietly took Aurore's hand.
To be continued...