Lumian subconsciously looked around and saw the familiar tables, chairs, bookshelf, wardrobe and bed.

This is his bedroom, but it is shrouded in a faint grey mist.

Lumian's pupils dilated instantly.

Lucid dreams refer to the ability to think and remember when dreaming, which is a very rare state that people have been trained with higher probability.

Previously, in order to understand the secret of Lumian's gray fog dream and help him completely eliminate this hidden danger, Orol had used different methods to create lucid dreams many times, but he failed.

And now, Lumian was inexplicably awake in his dream.

After a brief shock and shock, Lumian regained his thoughts and thought of a possibility in his mind:

“Is it the tarot card representing ‘Seventh Scepter’?

"That woman said that this card helped me unlock the secrets of my dreams...

“So, its function is to put me in a lucid dream state, and to truly explore this area covered by grey mist?

"Well... Compared to my previous impression, the gray fog now seems to be much fainter, a lot..."

As the thoughts turned, Lumian turned his body sideways and quickly walked to the chair that was placed sideways. He supported the table against the wall with both hands, and looked out the window.

What caught his eye was not the scene he was familiar with.

This dream did not replicate the village of Kordu where he lived.

Under the light and thin gray and white mist, the most eye-catching thing is a towering mountain, which is purely composed of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, extending twenty or thirty meters towards the sky.

Around this mountain are circles of buildings, which either collapse to the ground or are burned to the darkness, making it impossible to see what it looks like when it is intact.

From where Lumian is, they are like destroyed mausoleums, arranged in a circle in a not neat way.

In the entire area, the ground was bumpy, there were many gravels, and there was no weed.

In addition, the fog at high altitude turned thick and white, and Lumian had no way to confirm whether there was a sun, only knowing that it was extremely dim, like a night with only starlight shining.

After observing carefully for a while, he muttered to himself:

"Is this the whole scene of the dream?"

This dream that has troubled him for many years is like this?

After a brief loss of mind, Lumian thought about more realistic questions:

"Where is the so-called secret of dreams hidden?

"On that mountain, or in some destroyed building?"

Lumian did not eagerly leave the bedroom, entered the area, explored the dream, and remained in place, looking at every place he could see.

Suddenly, he felt a figure flashing through the ruins of the building surrounding the mountain.

Because the house where he was located was only two floors and the height was not enough, and although the gray fog was weak, his presence could not be ignored, Lumian could not be sure whether he had hallucinations.

After a while, he slowly breathed and said to himself in his heart:

"Don't be anxious, be patient, don't be anxious, be patient.

"It seems that this dream has many secrets. It does not seem to belong to me completely. Blind exploration is likely to be in danger...

"Well, I'll go to that woman tomorrow morning to see if I can ask about the details and then decide what to do..."

With a lot of thoughts, Lumian withdrew his gaze and prepared to escape from this dream and sleep peacefully.

But when he was awake, he didn't know what to do to make himself truly wake up.

After repeated hints, he lay on the bed, trying to make his mind chaotic and simulated his previous state when he fell asleep.

Unconsciously, Lumian sat up suddenly and saw the light golden sunshine that penetrated into the room through the curtains.

"I finally woke up...

"Sure enough, sleeping in a dream will restore to that kind of confused state, and then you can get out of it..."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and began to murmur to himself silently.

At this moment, a thudding sound sounded at the door.

"Orol?" Lumian's heart tightened, worried about any bad development.

"It's me." Orol's voice came into the house.

Lumian rolled over and got out of bed, walked quickly to the door, held the handle, and pulled it back.

There was indeed Ollor outside the door. She was wearing a white silk nightgown and her long golden hair was softly draped behind her.

"How is it?" She seemed quite sure Lumian had just woken up.

Lumian did not hide it and told Ollor his experience.

Orol nodded as if thinking:

"The function of that card is to make you have lucid dreams..."

She asked immediately:

"What are you going to do next?"

Lumian said "yes":

"I'll go find that woman to see if I can get more information and figure out her true intentions."

"Yes." Orol did not object.

She then said:

"I will also write to someone to ask you about the dreams you describe and see what those things represent."

Speaking of this, she looked at Lumian's sudden nervous expression and smiled:

"Don't worry, I will make some modifications, and I won't throw them all at once. I've taught you the principle of step by step.

"Well, when communicating with that lady, don't force me to be friendly. This does not mean we are afraid of her, it's just that one more friend is better than one more enemy."

"No problem." Lumian agreed solemnly.

…………

Cordu village, old tavern.

As soon as Lumian approached the bartender, he said to Morris Bennet, the owner of the pub who worked as a part-time bartender:

"Which room is the upstairs woman living in?"

The old tavern itself is also the only hotel in the village, with six rooms available on the second floor.

Morris Bennet is not fat or burly. Like most villagers, he has black hair and blue eyes. His biggest feature is that his nose is always red, which is caused by frequent drinking.

He was a member of Guillaume Bennet, the priest of the church, but he was not close to him and belonged to his distant cousin.

"What are you asking about this?" Morris Bennet asked curiously, "Will that woman from the metropolis look down on a country guy like you?"

He had a clear inquiry expression on his face and had a strong interest in the abnormal relationship between men and women.

"Aren't you a country bumpkin, barefoot man?" Lumian scoffed, and then made up a random reason, "That woman lost something last night, I found it this morning and sent it to her."

"Is that?" Morris Bennet expressed doubts about Lumian's credit.

Eight of this guy's ten sentences are compiled.

"Or what? Do you think she can fall in love with me?" Lumian was confident.

"So." Morris Bennet was convinced, "she was in the room near the square, across from the bathroom."

After watching Lumian walk towards the stairs, the tavern owner muttered quietly while wiping his wine glass:

"It's not impossible. Sometimes, people want to try new flavors..."

The muttering sound was just enough for Lumian to hear it.

…………

On the second floor of the tavern, Lumian found the only bathroom in the dim aisle, and then saw a white paper sign hanging on the brass handle of the dark red wooden door opposite.

It is written above in Intis:

“Resting,

“Do not disturb.”

Lumian looked down for a few seconds, and instead of rushing forward and knocking on the door, he took two steps back and stood against the wall.

He planned to wait for the lady to go out here.

The previous wandering life taught him that when opportunities arise, he must make extremely decisive attempts and try his best to grasp them. He cannot hesitate at all, cannot think about the past, cannot care about face, cannot be cowardly and timid, otherwise the opportunity will inevitably be lost and he will fall into a more tragic vicious cycle. When opportunities do not appear, he must be patient, persist, and wait with all discomfort.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Lumian stood there without any irritability.

If there were bystanders here, if he hadn't been making trouble occasionally, he would probably have regarded him as a statue.

Finally, the door creaked open.

The lady changed into a long dress with light green and white edges, and her brown hair was fluffy on the back of her head.
To be continued...