Light red wine, as expected, someone from a big city... Lumian's eyes finally fell on the glass in the lady's hand.

Light red wine is a liquor made from sugar and pickled cherries. Both the color and the taste are very popular among ladies. Of course, other suitable fruits can be used instead of cherries, and the taste will be slightly different, but not too big.

This is one of the few high-end wines that the old tavern in Cordu Village can offer. The reason they prepare it is because Mrs. Puaris fell in love with this light red wine after visiting Bigorre, the provincial capital.

--Mrs. Puaris is the wife of Beauster, the local administrator and territorial judge. Her ancestors were nobles, but they lost their titles during the era of Emperor Roselle.

She is also one of the mistresses of the parish priest Guillaume Bennet. Not many people in the village know about this, and Lumian is one of them.

Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the bar.

There sat a man in his forties wearing a linen shirt and trousers of the same color. His brown hair was not lush and was rather messy. There were some wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, mouth, forehead and other places due to years of work.

This was Raymond's father, Pierre Clegg.

Another Pierre.

That's why Lumian joked in front of Leah, Ryan and others that if he called Pierre in the bar, at least one-third of the people would agree.

When the villagers talked about Pierre and Guillaume, they would add the qualifier of so-and-so's family, otherwise they couldn't tell them apart at all.

In many families, the father and the child had the same name, both called Pierre or Guillaume, and the neighbors could only distinguish them by adding "old", "big" or "small".

"Dad, why don't you go to the village square to chat with others?" Raymond walked to his father.

The men in the village liked to gather under the elm tree in the square or at someone's house to play dice, cards, chess, and discuss various rumors - it costs money to go to the tavern.

Pierre Clegg held a glass of red wine and glanced at his second son:

"Wait a while before going. There shouldn't be many people in the square now."

Yes, where did all the men in the village go? Lumian was confused.

Just now in the square, he didn't see a single person.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something." Lumian said bluntly.

Pierre Clegg was alert:

"A new prank?"

The story of "The Wolf is Coming" is indeed based on reality... Lumian turned his head and motioned Raymond to speak.

Raymond organized his words and said:

"Dad, how long ago did the wizard legend you told me happen? The one that required nine oxen to pull the coffin."

Pierre Clegg gulped down a sip of wine and said puzzledly:

"Why are you asking this?

"This is what your grandfather told me when I was a child. "

The Reston Province where the Cordu Village is located and the neighboring Orle Province and Suchit Province are all located in the south of the Intis Republic. They are famous grape producing areas. The wine here, especially the inferior ones, is very cheap. In some years, people can even drink wine as water.

Raymond was disappointed because his grandfather had passed away long ago.

Just then, Pierre Clegg added:

"Your grandfather said that he saw it with his own eyes when he was a child. Since then, he has been afraid of owls and worried that his soul would be taken away by such evil creatures."

Lumian and Raymond's eyes lit up at the same time.

There are actually clues!

The legend of the wizard is actually something that some people have experienced personally?

"Did grandpa say where the wizard originally lived and where he was carried to and buried later?" Raymond asked.

Pierre Clegg shook his head:

"Who would care about this? "

Lumian saw that Raymond wanted to ask something more, so he patted him and said loudly:

"It's time to go to the river."

Raymond was about to follow Lumian and leave, but Pierre Clegg suddenly remembered something:

"Wait, Raymond, you're going to be a 'young man' in a few days, let me tell you something you need to pay attention to. "

"Green watchers" are responsible for patrolling the highland grasslands and surrounding fields near the village to prevent people from grazing during the grazing ban or allowing livestock to destroy young crops.

Lumian did not listen and went to the bathroom attached to the tavern.

When he came out, he deliberately passed by the foreign girl who was drinking light red wine and whose specific age could not be seen.

Although he would not do such things as chatting up, he wanted to observe in advance and collect details. When the time comes, this might come in handy, just like he used Ryan, Leah and others to catch the parish priest having an affair.

After a few unobtrusive glances, Lumian was ready to bypass this corner. He went to the door of the tavern to wait for Raymond.

At this moment, the lady in an orange dress with a lazy temperament raised her head.

Before Lumian could retract his gaze, he bumped into the other person's gaze.

For a moment, Lumian's face was a little embarrassed.

Thoughts popped up in his mind:

Should I learn from the parish priest and the administrator and praise her beauty, change from observation to chatting, or show my immature side and turn around and leave in a hurry...

Just when he made up his mind, the lady smiled and said:

"Have you been dreaming frequently recently?"

Instantly, Lumian seemed to be struck by lightning, his whole mind became paralyzed, and all his thoughts froze there.

It was just a second or two, and he forced a smile:

"Isn't dreaming a very normal thing? "

The lady held her cheek with one hand, looked at Lumian, and smiled softly:

"A dream of being in a foggy place."

How did she know... Lumian's pupils instantly dilated, and there was a little more fear in his expression.

Although he had experienced a lot of things, he was young after all, and he couldn't control his expression for a while.

Calm down, calm down... Lumian comforted himself and relaxed the muscles on his face, and asked back:

"Did you listen to the story I told the three strangers last night?"

The lady did not answer, but took out a stack of cards from the orange handbag on the chair next to her.

She looked at Lumian again and smiled:

"Draw a card, maybe it can help you solve the secret hidden in that dream. "

This... Lumian was surprised and suspicious.

He was both excited and highly alert.

He glanced at the deck of cards and frowned slightly:

"Tarot?"

It looked like the tarot cards invented by Emperor Roselle for divination.

The lady looked down and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Sorry, I got the wrong one."

She stuffed the 22 tarot cards back into her medium-sized handbag and took out another deck of cards.

"This is also a tarot, but it belongs to the Minor Arcana. You are not qualified to draw the Major Arcana, and I am not qualified to let you draw..."

There are 56 Minor Arcana cards, which are composed of four "suits": Holy Grail, Wand, Sword, and Pentacle.

What is she talking about... Lumian was confused.

This lady looks beautiful and elegant, but her actual performance is not normal. She seems to have some mental problems.

"Draw one. "The lady who seemed to be from a big city shook the small Arcana card in her hand and said with a smile, "It's free. Try it for free, and it may solve the problem in your dream."

Lumian laughed:

"My sister said that free is the most expensive."

"There is some truth in this sentence." The lady thought for a while and said.

She put the small Arcana card next to the glass of light red wine, and then said:

"But as long as you don't pay no matter what, how can I, a foreigner, force you to pay in Cordu Village? "

That's right... It won't hurt to draw once... I finally got a hint about the dream, how can I not give it a try... But will this involve the wizard's curse... Ask Aurore for help? Lumian's mind was full of thoughts, and it was difficult to make up his mind for a while.

The lady didn't urge him.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian slowly leaned over, stretched out his right hand, scattered the small Arcana cards, and drew a card from the middle.

"Seven of Wands." The lazy lady glanced at the card.

On the card, a man with a firm face and green clothes stood on the top of the mountain, holding a scepter, fighting against the six scepters of the enemy attacking from the bottom of the mountain.

"What does this mean?" Lumian asked.

The lady smiled:

"Interpret it according to the pattern yourself, crisis, challenge, confrontation, courage, etc., etc.

"Of course, none of this matters. What matters is that this card is given to you now. When fate comes, you will find out its true meaning."

"Give it to me?" Lumian was more and more confused.

Is this card really cursed?

The lady put away the remaining small Arcana cards, picked up the wine glass, and drank up the little light red wine in it.

She ignored Lumian's question and walked to the stairs on the side of the old tavern and went up to the second floor.

Obviously, she lived there.

Lumian wanted to chase her, but he stopped after taking only one step, his thoughts fluctuating:

Is this really an ordinary card?

She gave this card to me, so that deck of cards will always be missing a card and cannot be used?

Aurore should be able to see the problem...

At this time, Raymond came over:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, that foreigner is really good-looking." Lumian said casually.

"I think your sister Aurore is more beautiful." Raymond lowered his voice and said, "Lumian, what should we do next? My grandfather has been dead for a long time." Lumian, who was anxious to go home, thought for a while and said: "First, find an old man who is about the same age as your grandfather and is still alive to ask, and second, go to the church to look through the register. Uh, I'll consider this last." Thinking that he had just ruined the good deeds of the parish priest, Lumian felt that he should not go to church unless necessary recently. In a rural area like Cordu Village where there is only one church, the church has assumed some government functions, such as recording funerals and marriages, because the administrative officer has very few people. Without waiting for Raymond to ask again, Lumian added: "Let's split up and see which old people meet the requirements and ask them tomorrow." "Okay." Raymond agreed immediately. ... ... In a semi-underground two-story building. Aurore listened to Lumian's story, looked at the "Wand" card carefully for a while and said:

"It is indeed a very ordinary card. I didn't detect any curse or other special existence."

"Aurore, uh, sister, what do you think that foreigner wants to do? Why did she know that I was having such a dream?" Lumian asked.

Aurore shook her head:

"Since she has revealed her cards, it is relatively okay.

"I will observe her carefully in the next few days.

"Well... You take this card first. There may be some changes. Don't worry, I'll watch it."

"Okay." Lumian tried to relax himself a little.

…………

At night.

Lumian stuffed the "Wand" card into the clothes hanging on the back of the chair, went to bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown period of time, he seemed to see the gray fog again in a daze.

Suddenly, he shuddered and "woke up" from his dream.

He felt that he had regained his consciousness and rationality.

And the dream filled with gray fog still existed.