Lumian sat on the roof and did not go down immediately.

The expression on his face had been completely restrained. His calm and serious look seemed to be a different person from the young man who loved to laugh and play pranks in the tavern.

Ever since he accidentally discovered that Aurore had those magical powers, he had always wanted to obtain them, but Aurore always told him that it was not something to be envied or pursued. On the contrary, it was very dangerous and full of pain. Therefore, she would not agree to her brother taking this path. Even if she did have a way to allow ordinary people to control extraordinary powers, she would not tell Lumian.

In this regard, Lumian could only keep looking for opportunities to persuade and beg, but could not force.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian stood up, walked to the edge of the eaves nimbly, and climbed back to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

He walked to the outside of Aurore's room like a stroll, and saw that the brown wooden door was open, so he looked inside.

At this time, Aurore, wearing a light blue skirt, was sitting behind the desk in front of the window, writing something under the bright desk lamp.

What are you writing so late? Witchcraft related? Lumian raised his hand to hold the door and joked:

"Writing a diary?"

"Who writes a diary?" Aurore didn't even turn her head, still writing with the exquisite champagne gold fountain pen in her hand.

Lumian expressed dissatisfaction:

"Emperor Roselle also has many diaries circulating."

Roselle was the last emperor in the history of the Republic of Intis where the siblings currently lived. He ended the rule of the Solon royal family, and was crowned "Caesar" by the archon, calling himself the emperor.

He had many important inventions including the steam engine, found the route to the southern continent, set off a wave of colonization, and was a symbol of that era more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, he was betrayed in his later years and was assassinated in the White Maple Palace in Trier.

After the death of this emperor, many diaries were circulated in the world, but they were all written in words that others could not understand and seemed to not exist anywhere in the world.

"So Roselle is not a serious person." Aurore, who had her back to Lumian, sneered.

"What are you writing?" Lumian asked.

This is what he really wants to know.

Aurore replied nonchalantly:

"A letter."

"To whom?" Lumian couldn't help but frown.

Aurore stopped the champagne gold fountain pen with exquisite patterns and checked the words and sentences in front:

"A pen pal."

"Pen pal?" Lumian was a little confused.

What is this?

Aurore laughed, and while she tucked her golden hair behind her ears, she educated her brother:

"So I said you should read more newspapers and books, don't play outside every day, or even drink!

"Look at you, what's the difference between you and an illiterate person now?

"Pen pals are friends you met through newspaper columns, journals, etc., but never met in person, and communicate entirely through letters."

"What's the point of such friends?" Lumian was very concerned about this matter.

He couldn't help but take back his hand that was pressing on the door and touched his chin.

Aurore has never had a boyfriend, so she can't be fooled by a guy she has never met.

"Meaning?" Aurore thought about it seriously. "First, it's the emotional value. Well, I know you don't understand what emotional value is. Humans are social animals and need to communicate. There are some things and some emotions that I will definitely not tell the villagers, and I can't tell you. I need a more secret channel to vent. This kind of pen pal who I will never meet is just right. Secondly, don't underestimate my pen pals. Several of them are very powerful and knowledgeable. For example, this battery-powered lamp was given to me by a pen pal. Kerosene lamps and candles are too harmful to the eyes and are not suitable for writing at night..."

Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurore raised his left hand and waved back:

"Go to bed, my alcoholic brother!

"Good night!"

"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he still didn't ask any more questions.

Aurore immediately ordered:

"Remember to help me close the door. It's a bit cold with the door and window open. "

Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.

He walked back to his room step by step, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed.

In the dim and dark night, the wooden table against the window, the tilted chair, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side all came into Lumian's sight.

He sat quietly, lost in thought.

He always knew that Aurore had her own secrets and there were many things she hadn't told him. He was not surprised at all. He was just worried that these secrets and these things might bring danger to Aurore.

And if something really happened, he could do very little.

He only He is an ordinary person with a strong body and a flexible mind.

Thoughts came to mind one by one, and then fell one by one. Lumian exhaled lightly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Then, he took off his brown jacket and threw himself into the quilt that was not yet warm.

It was still a little cold on the mountain in early April.

…………

In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist.

They spread all around, making things in the distance disappear completely.

Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went, no matter how far he walked in the gray mist, he would eventually return To the same place:

His bedroom.

The bedroom consists of a bed with a white four-piece set, a wooden table and chairs placed horizontally in front of the window, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, etc.

…………

Huh, Lumian opened his eyes.

The morning sun shone through the not-so-thick blue curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom.

Lumian sat up, staring at the scene in a daze, with an illusion that he was still dreaming.

He had that dream again.

I dreamed of the gray fog that never dissipated.

He raised his hands and pinched his temples on both sides, muttering to himself silently:

"It's happening more and more frequently recently, almost every day..."

If this dream hadn't brought any bad influence, Lumian would never be as calm as he is now.

Of course, it didn't bring any good influence either.

"I really hope there is some adventure hidden here..." Lumian muttered, and turned over and got out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door and came to the corridor, he heard a sound coming from Aurore's room.

What a coincidence... Lumian smiled.

Suddenly, he moved his mind and took a step back and stood at the edge of the door.

When Aurore's bedroom door opened, Lumian quickly raised his right hand and pinched his temple, with a slightly painful look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Aurore noticed this scene.

Success! Lumian cheered in his heart and pretended to try to calm himself down.

"I had that dream again. "He answered in a low voice.

Aurore's blond hair hung casually, and her brows gradually showed some worry:

"The last plan didn't work..."

She thought for a while and said:

"Maybe... I should find you a hypnotist, a real hypnotist, to see what the cause is."

"The kind with magical powers?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Aurore nodded slightly to answer.

"One of your pen pals?" Lumian couldn't help asking one more question.

"Why do you care about this? Think about how to solve your own problems!" Aurore didn't give a direct answer.

Aren't I thinking about it? Lumian muttered in his heart.

He said:

"Aurore, if I become a wizard, a person who possesses extraordinary power, I should be able to solve the secret of dreams and end it completely."

"Don't think about it! "Aurore responded without hesitation.

Her expression softened:

"Lumian, I won't lie to you. This road is dangerous and painful. If there is no other choice, if the world is not becoming more and more dangerous, I would rather be an ordinary writer and live happily."

Lumian said immediately:

"Then let me bear those dangers and pains, I will protect you, you just need to live happily and do what you want to do."

He thought about these words many times in his heart.

Aurore was silent for two seconds, and suddenly smiled:

"Are you discriminating against women?"

Without giving Lumian a chance to restate his statement, she said seriously:

"It's useless. If you choose this road, you will have no chance to regret it.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash up. You study hard at home today and prepare for the unified college entrance examination in June!"

"You said that the world is becoming more and more dangerous, what exams are there?" Lumian muttered.

He felt that the most important thing at the moment was to gain power, not to do the test paper.

Aurore smiled:

"Knowledge equals power, my illiterate brother."

Lumian had nothing to say, and could only watch Aurore walk into the bathroom.

…………

In the afternoon, in the square of Cordu Village.

Raymond Clegg saw Lumian Lee squatting under an elm tree from a distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Shouldn't you study at home?" Raymond walked over, with obvious envy in his tone.

He was Lumian's friend, almost 1.7 meters tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary looks, and a flushed face.

Lumian raised his head and said with a smile:

"Didn't Aurore tell you? Hanging also requires people to take a breath! I have been studying for so long, I have to take a break."

He kept thinking in the morning whether it was possible for him to gain extraordinary power without Aurore.

This requires searching, clues, and he needs to take the initiative to investigate.

In the end, he felt that the stories about magical powers circulating in the village might hide some truth and certain clues, so he came here to wait for Raymond.

"If I were you, I would rest for a quarter of an hour at most." Raymond leaned against the elm tree and said, "We don't have a sister who has read a lot of books to teach us. I will go to learn shepherding next year."

Lumian ignored this sentence and said thoughtfully:

"Tell me the legend of the wizard you told last time again."

Raymond didn't quite understand Lumian's intention, and recalled in confusion:

"The wizard?

"There was a wizard in the village before, and then he died. On the day of the burial, an owl flew from outside the house and landed on the top of the bed until the body was carried away.

"Then, the coffin became so heavy that it took nine oxen to pull it."

"How long ago was that?" Lumian asked.

Raymond became more and more confused:

"How should I know? I heard it from my father."