night.

After dealing with the neighbor who came to borrow the oven, Lumian went up to the second floor and entered the room that served as the study.

——In Kordu Village, many poor families do not have ovens or large stoves. When they need to toast or bacon, they can only borrow them from other people's homes and use them on the spot.

In this matter, Ollor has always been enlightened and tolerant. He can borrow anyone, but he only has to pay the corresponding fuel fee, or bring his own coal, wood, etc.

At this time, she had changed into the white silk nightgown and was curled up in an easy chair, looking at the books in her hand with the bright battery lamp on the desk.

Lumian did not bother her, casually pulled out the thinner book from the bookshelf and sat on a chair in the corner.

"The Veil of Secret"... What magazine is this? Lumian glanced at the cover full of strange symbols, and his heart was confused.

He flipped through it quickly, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

This magazine talks about the existence form of human souls, talks about the spirits of all things, and talks about communicating with different spirits through secret ways and getting different help...

Even though faith is not at all pious, even if it is just following the crowd and going to the church of "eternal sun" to make some prayers, and occasionally participating in the mass, Lumian's mind could not contain two words:

“Blasphemy!

"Tao!"

Although Orol, as a wizard who will definitely be arrested and burned by the Inquisition as long as it is exposed, it is normal for him to have similar books at home, Lumian clearly saw that this magazine was printed with a government publishing license!

Can this kind of thing be published openly?

Didn’t it say that the publication review has always been strict?

Or, this is a forgery permission... Lumian looked up and looked at Orol and asked:

"Is this a banned magazine?"

Orol took his eyes off the book, glanced at his younger brother, and said indifferently:

"In the past, it belonged to underground literature, but later it passed the review and was officially published. The church of "Eternal Sun" didn't care and just acquiesced."

"Literature?" Lumian didn't understand his sister's words very much.

"Of course this is literature, you won't take it seriously, right?" Orol laughed. "If the writing is true, do you think it can be published? If you follow the above method, you will not gain any additional benefits except to make yourself weak and become neurotic. Well... occasionally there will be some real things, but without the corresponding ritual language, it will be useless to try it."

This is a professional wizard's evaluation.

"Okay..." Lumian couldn't hide his disappointment, "I'm just wondering, this can actually be published."

Orol bulged his cheeks, as if he was thinking seriously:

"I don't know why. Maybe in recent years, there have been more and more phenomena in various places involving extraordinary factors, and they cannot be concealed all of them, which has brought about certain thoughts. The government wants everyone to understand a little, so it relaxes the control of similar books. In Trier, the more popular ones are the three magazines "Psychic", "Lotus" and "Secrets". I have them on my bookshelf. If you are interested, you can find them. In the future, you can also make them more similar to those in taverns."

"Hmm." Lumian was really interested.

At the same time, he sighed again in his heart:

Ollor's collection is so rich and diverse!

It is precisely through these books and Ollor's explanation from time to time that he, a young man who was out of school, had enough knowledge of the world, the mainland and the country he lived in:

This world has two continents, north and south, between which is a hurricane, sailing in a difficult and violent sea. As for the legendary East and West continents, no one has arrived at this time, and no one can be sure whether they exist or not.

The Republic of Intis where Lumian and Orol live is located in the central part of the northern continent, bordering the foggy sea in the west, the Fsac Empire in the north, and the Hornese Mountains in the east, and the bordering countries on the south are the Kingdom of Ferneport, Lenburg and Massey.

Between the Kingdom of Fenerport and the Kingdom of Ruen, there are also small countries such as Segar. They are known as the Central and Southern countries together with Lenburg and Massi. The common point is that they all believe in the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".

The Southern Continent has become a colony of the countries of the Northern Continent. Whether it is the Bailang Empire, the Pas Kingdom, the Hagati Kingdom, or other countries, they have lost most of their autonomy. Of course, the wave of resistance to colonization has never stopped.

In addition to the violent sea between the north and south continents, the foggy sea west of the Intis Republic, there is also the Sunian Sea east of the Kingdom of Ruen, the North Sea north of the Fsak Empire, and the polar sea south of the southern continent. They are also called the "Five Seas".

Among the countries in the Northern Continent, the Kingdom of Ruon has the strongest comprehensive strength, followed by the Republic of Intis. The Fsak Empire, which lost in the last war, fell to fourth place, the Kingdom of Fenerport rose to third place, and among the countries in the Central and Southern countries, Lenburg was the strongest.

Compared to those villagers who only knew the Republic of Intis, the Kingdom of Fenerport and Lenburg, Lumian was a geographer.

Of course, this is because the shepherds in the village of Kordu need to switch to the nearby Kingdom of Fenerport and Lenburg, so that they have a certain understanding of these two countries. If they were the people in the northern villages of the Dalége area, except for the surrounding villages, towns and cities, they could only mention the metropolis of Trier and Suchter in their country.

Sometimes, Lumian was really confused, how could Orol master so much knowledge?

All the textbooks he studied were compiled by Ollor, and all the exercise papers were produced by Ollor. Whenever he reads, Ollor can answer any questions he has!

More importantly, she also masters the fighting skills of various schools.

This is nothing like something a girl in her twenties can do. Some people can't accumulate so much knowledge after living for fifty or sixty years.

Are these the basic conditions for being a real wizard? Lumian looked up again and looked at Orol.

While reading a book, Orol gently patted his cheeks with his fingers, without any scholars or wizards.

"What are you looking at?" Orol noticed his gaze.

"Last time you said, I have the knowledge to take the unified entrance examination for higher education institutions?" Lumian changed the topic.

Orol thought about it and said:

"In theory, you can get into any university, but I haven't taken that entrance exam and I can't determine the specific scope of the question.

"Russel is really harmful, hey, this is also a good thing..."

There is no doubt that the unified entrance examination for higher education institutions was created when Emperor Rossell was in power and has continued to this day.

Ollor suddenly remembered something, looked at Lumian, and asked with a smile:

"Why didn't I go to the tavern to make up stories today?"

"I'm not a real alcoholic," Lumian shook the magazine in his hand. "It's also a good way to entertain at home."

And it can also calm my mood and relax my state... He added silently in his heart.

Orol nodded and looked at the corner of Lumian and said:

"Why are you sitting so far? Are you pretending to be pitiful, weak, and helpless?

"Come here, reading books at night requires good light, otherwise it will hurt your eyes."

There are so many strange words from Oroerqi... Although I can understand what the three words "poor", "weak" and "helpless" mean, it is very strange to put them together, unlike the normal usage... Lumian has long been used to Oroer's behavior, so he put it on a chair and came to the desk.

In front of the bright desk lamp, he and Ollor read books quietly, chatting from time to time.

The sound of breathing, the sound of pages turning, and the night wind that sometimes blows outside the window, soothing and peaceful.

…………

After saying good night to Orol, Lumian returned to his room.

He took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair without trying to bring the "Scepter" card to the bed.

This is a fear of arousing Ollor's suspicion. After all, my sister said she would take care of him at all times.

Lumian was about to take a step and walk towards the bed when he suddenly felt a move in his heart and stopped.

His eyes turned and adjusted the chair that was usually placed obliquely to the window.

Then he went to the bed and put out the kerosene lamp on the cabinet next to him.

After falling asleep normally, Lumian suddenly shuddered and returned to his awakening.

He once again saw the bedroom filled with a faint mist.

Lumian, who was mentally prepared, looked around calmly and found something:

The chair I specially set up before going to bed is still placed in my dream, keeping my previous appearance.

In other words, the bedroom in the dream does not strictly correspond to reality. It may come from the deepest impression in my subconscious mind... Although I am not sure what this means, Lumian thinks it is a point that needs to be remembered.

He came to the window, supported the table with both hands, and looked outside.

The mountain of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, and the collapsed buildings surrounding it, came into his eyes again.

It is quiet to death.

Time passed quickly, and after Lumian hesitated for a while, he finally made up his mind:

Do preliminary tonight, a certain exploration!

His past wandering life made him feel ruthless.

Instead of going downstairs immediately, he entered the ruins, but opened the cabinet and started adding clothes.

This is not because he feels cold, but because he improves his "defense ability" in this way.

After putting on a cotton coat, cotton pants, and a jacket made of leather, Lumian moved his body and felt that he could not add it any more. Adding it would obviously affect his flexibility.

This is even more important.

When adapting to the current state, a thought suddenly flashed through Lumian's mind:

This is my dream, what I want will not be?

With the mentality of trying, he began to whisper to himself:

"I want a breastplate, a pistol...I want a breastplate, a pistol..."

The room filled with a faint mist had no change.

It seems that it is not possible. This dream is indeed special... Lumian calmed down and opened the bedroom door and stepped into the corridor.

There is no light here, it is dim and dim.
To be continued...