"Then let's go find your father." Lumian stood up.

He has always been active, and he knows very well that investigating the legend in the village cannot be delayed. If it is delayed for too long, it will be easy for his sister to find out, and his sister Auror will definitely not allow him to continue.

This is because in Auror's eyes, pursuing extraordinary powers is a very dangerous behavior.

How could I not know that there is danger? Auror will not lie to me on this point, but even if there is a sea of ​​knives and fire in front of me, I will go on. I can't let Auror face it alone... As he stood up, such a thought flashed through Lumian's mind.

Whenever he mentioned that the world is getting more and more dangerous, the seriousness and worry on Auror's face can't be deceived!

Raymond Craig was even more confused:

"Why do you want to find him?"

"Ask how long ago the legend of the wizard happened." Lumian looked at Raymond.

Why can't this guy understand human language? It seems necessary to find an opportunity to test his IQ.

Raymond's face was full of doubts, and he looked at Lumian and said:

"Why ask so clearly?"

Uh... should I find a random reason to fool this guy, or tell him directly? Lumian immediately fell into deep thought.

Considering that his subsequent investigation could not be completely concealed from his friends, and the reason of pursuing the truth of the legend itself was like a lie, and no villagers would believe it if it was spread out, Lumian quickly came up with an idea.

He instantly showed his usual smile when he lied.

"..." Raymond took two steps back, "Speak properly!"

Lumian adjusted his dark short jacket and the linen shirt inside, and said with a smile:

"I think the legend of that wizard is worth thinking about."

"Where is it worth thinking about?" Raymond thought for a long time before saying.

"'There used to be a wizard in the village'," Lumian said seriously, "Think about it, when I make up a story to lie to people, I certainly won't say the time, place and background that everyone can immediately confirm. The legend clearly mentioned that there was a wizard in the village, our Cordu village. If this is a lie, wouldn't it be easily exposed by everyone?"

"But that happened a long time ago." Raymond retorted.

"I also mean that when this story first started to spread a long time ago, everyone should be able to easily confirm whether a wizard died in the village at that time." Lumian smiled and said, "Since this story has been passed down, it means that it is very likely to have happened."

This reason cannot convince Raymond:

"But when you make up a story, you often use 'more than a hundred years ago', 'several hundred years ago' and 'a long time ago' to make it impossible for everyone to confirm."

"That's why I have to find your father to confirm it!" Lumian looked like "Now I know why I want to find your father."

"That's right..." Raymond accepted this explanation, but he always felt that something was wrong.

As the two left the square and walked deeper into the village, Raymond finally came to his senses:

"But why do you want to confirm whether such a legend is true or false?"

"A wizard, that's a wizard! If we can confirm which house he once lived in and where he was buried, we might be able to discover his secrets and gain magical powers beyond ordinary people." Lumian said the truth that sounded like a lie.

Raymond really showed a "don't lie to me" expression on his face:

"Most of those stories are made up to scare children, how can they be true?

"Besides, pursuing the power of wizards will lead to being thrown into the Inquisition! "

The Republic of Intis is located in the northern continent of this world. The orthodox gods are "Eternal Blazing Sun" and "God of Steam and Machinery". The churches of the two have divided almost all the people's beliefs, and do not allow the "Goddess of Night" Church and "Lord of Storms" Church of the Kingdom of Loen, the "Mother Earth Goddess" Church of the Kingdom of Feynaport, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church of the Central and Southern Countries such as Renburg, and the "God of War" Church of the Feysac Empire to come in to preach.

The Inquisition of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church has always frightened the people. Countless heretics and pagans have been imprisoned and cruelly treated.

Lumian laughed:

"Why are you worried about this now? You said it yourself, most of those legends are made up, and there is almost no possibility of finding the remains of wizards.

"Besides, even if we really find the remains of the wizard, we don't have to inherit that forbidden power. We can give it to the church in exchange for their reward. Well, as a wizard, there must be a lot of treasures in the burial objects."

The church that Lumian mentioned refers to the "Eternal Sun" Church, because there is no "God of Steam and Machinery" Church in Cordu Village where they are located - this is often concentrated in major cities and places with factories.

Seeing that Raymond was moved, Lumian secretly "tsk" and added:

"Do you really want to be a shepherd?"

The shepherd he mentioned is not the idyllic shepherd in the cognition of big city citizens. It is not a member of the family, driving a few sheep to graze every morning and taking good care of them.

In the Darriege area of ​​​​Leston Province where Cordu Village is located, shepherding is a profession, a profession destined to be hard and lonely.

They accept the employment of the sheep owners, driving dozens or even hundreds of sheep back and forth between the mountains and the plains.

This is called transhumance - every autumn, when the alpine pastures of the mountains around the village of Cordu wither, the shepherds will drive the sheep to the outside of the mountain pass, to the warmer plain pastures in the distance, which often crosses the border and enters the territories of Feyneport, Lenburg and other countries. In early May, they drive the sheep back to various villages, shear the wool, and wean the lambs. In June, they go up the mountain, enter the alpine pastures, live in shacks, make cheese, and herd the sheep until the weather turns cold.

In this way, the shepherds transhumance year after year, trekking all their lives, and only have a very small amount of time to return to the village, so most of them are single, it is difficult for them to get married, and they cannot start a family. The few widows who have to go to shepherd for a living are very popular in this group.

Raymond was silent.

After a long while, he hesitated and said:

"Listen to you, this thing sounds very interesting, it can be used to kill free time."

Under normal circumstances, after the family decides which child needs to be a shepherd, he will be sent to a shepherd's home to help between the ages of fifteen and eighteen to learn how to shepherd. Three years later, the child officially becomes a shepherd and seeks employment everywhere.

Raymond, who is seventeen years old this year, has found different reasons to delay this matter for more than two years. If his life does not change like it is now, he must learn to shepherd next year.

"Let's go." Lumian patted Raymond's shoulder, "Is your father in the fields or at home?"

"There is not much work recently, and Lent is coming soon. He is either at home or in the tavern." Raymond made an envious voice again, "You don't know these? You are really not a farmer, you have a good sister!"

Lumian put his hands in his pockets and walked forward slowly, ignoring Raymond's sigh.

When we were almost at the shabby tavern in the village, a man came over from the side road.

The man was wearing a dark brown long coat with a hood, a rope tied around his waist, and a pair of brand new black leather shoes that looked soft.

"Pierre, Pierre from the Berry family?" Raymond said in surprise.

Lumian also stopped and looked at the side road.

"It's me." Pierre Berry smiled and waved.

He was thin, with slightly sunken eye sockets, greasy black hair and curls, and a beard on his face. It hadn't been shaved for a long time.

"Why are you back?" Raymond asked in confusion.

Pierre Berry is a shepherd. It's early April now. He should be grazing on the plains outside the mountain pass. How could he appear in the village?

Even if he moved to Lenburg or the northern border of Feyneport this time, he has just started his journey and it will take about a month to return to the Daliege Mountains.

Pierre has a pair of gentle and smiling blue eyes. He said happily:

"Isn't Lent coming soon? I haven't participated in it for several years. I can't miss it this year!

"Don't worry, I have companions to help me watch the sheep. This is the good thing about being a shepherd. There is no supervisor. As long as you can find someone to help, you can go wherever you want. It's very free."

Lent is a festival that is widely held in various parts of Intis. People welcome the arrival of spring in various forms and pray for a good harvest for the year.

This has nothing to do with the "Eternal Sun" Church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, but it has become a folk custom, and there is no worship of pagan gods, so it has been tacitly approved by the orthodox.

"You want to see who will be chosen as the spring elf this year? "Lumian said jokingly with a smile.

During Lent in Cordu Village, people will choose a beautiful girl to play the role of the spring elf, which is part of the celebration.

Pierre followed with a smile:

"I hope it's your sister Aurore, but she will definitely not agree, and her age is not right."

"Okay." He then pointed to the tavern not far away, "I'll go to the church to pray, and then treat you to a drink."

Raymond responded subconsciously:

"No, you don't have much money."

"Haha, the gods taught us, 'Even if you only have one copper, you have to share it with your poor brothers. '" Pierre said a proverb circulated among shepherds in the Dariege area.

At this time, Lumian smiled at Raymond:

"Pierre has made a fortune, he will definitely treat us to a drink! "

He pointed at Pierre Berry's brand new leather shoes.

Pierre Berry was very happy:

"This time the employer is good. He gave me several sheep, and later there will be some wool, cheese and leather."

The shepherds' remuneration consists of food, a small amount of money and shared livestock, cheese, wool and leather. The specific amount depends on the contract signed with the employer in advance.

For shepherds who need to travel long distances, a pair of good and suitable leather shoes is the most urgent and practical desire.

Watching Pierre Berry walk towards the village square, Lumian's eyes gradually became solemn and a little puzzled.

He said to himself silently:

"Just to participate in Lent, spend a week or two or even nearly a month to rush back? "

After thinking for a moment, Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the tavern with Raymond.

The tavern has no name, nor does it need a name. There is only one in Cordu Village, and the villagers like to call it the old tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Lumian looked around habitually.

Suddenly, his eyes paused at a certain place.

He saw the stranger who left early last night.

A stranger who was obviously not in the same group as Ryan, Leah, and Valentine.

This is a lady, wearing an orange dress, with brown hair slightly curled, and light blue eyes staring at the light red alcoholic drink in her hand.

She is beautiful and lazy, as if she is not in the same scene as the low, dim and shabby tavern.