Lumian unconsciously held his breath and shrank his body a little.

Naroka did not come in this direction, slowly, slowly entered the woods and disappeared into the deep night.

"Her condition is not very right... Is something wrong?" Lumian was worried.

Recently, there have been more and more abnormal situations in the village.

He looked outside for a while, and the night had become quiet, and only the shaking leaves proved the existence of the wind.

"What are you looking at?" Orol's voice suddenly rang behind him.

Lumian was not surprised but happy, turned around and said to his sister who was wearing two-piece pajamas:

"You also noticed something wrong?"

"No." Orol's drooping blonde hair was a little messy and fluffy, and he seemed to have just woken up.

Then, she said angrily:

"I didn't see anything wrong. I just knew that there was a guy who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wandered around the window."

"It's dawn at most an hour, how can it be considered midnight..." Lumian murmured in a habitual manner, and then asked, "Didn't you come over the window again because of the owl? Didn't you see Naroka outside?"

"Naroka?" Orol rarely showed a confused expression.

Lumian did not hide it. From the time he woke up and found a black shadow outside the window, he kept talking until Naroka, who was in a strange state, walked into the woods.

As for the special features of dream meditation, he planned to consult the mysterious woman first and then consider how to tell Ollor, or hide it for a while, so as not to prevent his sister from obtaining extraordinary power.

Orol's beautiful golden eyebrows frowned:

“Naroka may have had a problem…

"You go to their house to take a look after it dawn."

"What's the problem?" Lumian asked subconsciously.

"How do I know? I didn't see it, so I couldn't make an accurate judgment." Orol replied angrily.

"You really didn't see it?" Lumian thought his sister was monitoring the whole process.

Orol said "hoo":

"You think you can see whatever you want? When you see something you shouldn't see, you have to consider which cemetery to choose for me.

"I won't look outside without any trouble, so I will monitor your condition and wake up if there is something wrong."

My sister was taking such a great risk to take care of me... Lumian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but blink.

Ollor added earnestly:

"So, I told you, don't watch what should not be seen, don't listen what should not be heard, and pursue extraordinary power is a very dangerous thing."

"Yes." Lumian Zheng pointed.

At the same time, he said silently in his heart:

"It is because of danger that I can't let you walk alone."

…………

After breakfast, Lumian took on his sister's instructions and went straight to Naroka's house.

Before he got close, he saw many villagers standing outside the door, including several of his friends, as well as Ava's father Guillaume Lizier, Raymond's father Pierre Clegg, Pons Bennet, the younger brother of the priest of the church, and others.

"What's wrong?" Lumian carefully walked around Pons Bennet and the villains surrounding him and came to Raymond.

Raymond replied sadly:

"Naroka passed away."

"Ah?" Although Lumian was ready for something to happen to Naroka, she did not expect that she was dead.

Raymond said again:

"Before dawn in the morning, the priest from this hall came to give her a lasting consolation.

"We asked her two days ago about the legend of the wizard. She was still fine and energetic. Why did she die suddenly..."

Before dawn in the morning, Lumian was shocked.

It was at this point that he saw Naroka, and the priest's dying comfort was either earlier or later, and it would not be much different.

So, what I saw was actually Naroka's ghost? This happened after the owl flew over to look at me... Can it really take away the human soul? Well, Naroka was one of the witnesses who were still alive in the wizard incident... If I hadn't listened to my sister and hadn't gone out after dark, the object of comfort to this priest at the church would have been replaced by me. Haha, his dying comfort to me was to spit on me... All kinds of thoughts kept flashing in Lumian's mind.

Raymond didn't chat with him, standing outside the two-story house, quietly mourning Naroka.

After Lumian restrained his thoughts, he saw three foreigners, including Lea, Ryan and Valentine, coming over.

"Is there something going on here?" Lea asked first without waiting for Lumian to say hello.

They saw a lot of people gathered on the road.

Lumian sighed:

"My cabbages, a respected old lady, passed away."

"Why are you all standing outside the door?" Leah did not express her condolences first, because Lumian's words were not so convincing.

She was still wearing the clothes she had before.

Lumian immediately made obvious up and down look, which made Lia feel a little panicked.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

Lumian smiled:

"You are definitely not Darley's Japanese."

"We are from Bigore." Ryan replied frankly.

Bigore is the capital of Leston Province, the Republic of Intis, and Darliege is a city on the southern border of Leston Province, which governs a large area including the village of Kordu.

"No wonder you don't know the customs of the Dalége region." Lumian nodded.

He had previously thought that these three foreigners were official figures from Dalége, but the result came from the provincial capital Bigor.

The identity seems to be much higher than I expected... Lumian silently updated his judgment on Liya and others.

"What kind of custom?" asked Leah with interest, "Can you tell us?"

Lumian wanted to have a good relationship with them, so he said with a smile:

“You are my cabbage, why wouldn’t I tell you?

"You know, everyone has their own sign, and in the Dalége region, we also believe that every family also has their own sign, which produces corresponding luck, and the death and funeral of the family, especially the head of the family, will take away this good luck.

“In order not to affect the sign and keep the luck, we will place the deceased in the center of a family, that is, in the kitchen before burial, and then cut off part of her hair and nails and hide them forever at home, but cannot be discovered by guests.

"At this time, if the person attending the funeral enters the house, it will affect the corresponding constellation and take away some of his luck. Therefore, when we attend the funeral, we mourn outside the door, at most, we can look at the door, and then go to the cemetery next to the church to wait."

"That's it." Ryan nodded gently, "It's like the cathedrals in every area have holy bones stored, 'There will always be saints where there are some holy bodies'."

He turned around, faced Naroka's house, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and began to observe silence.

Leah and Valentine also expressed their condolences.

When they were over, Lumian said to them:

"I'm going to look at the body at the door. I'll see my cabbages."

"Okay." Ryan nodded gently.

Lumian lowered his voice and added:

"I will help you find that little blue book."

Without waiting for Liya and others to respond, he took a step back and said with a smile:

"Why do you wear the same clothes every day?"

"I can't care too much about being decent when I have to stay in a foreign land for a while." Ryan said simply, and Rya subconsciously touched the silver bell hanging on her veil.

Saying goodbye to Valentine and others, Lumian walked to the door of Naroka's house.

After a while, it was his turn.

He stood by the door and looked out to the kitchen ahead.

Naroka's body had not been put into the coffin yet, and she lay quietly on a simple bed made of benches.

Her nails have been cut off, and her sparse white hair is much neater than before.

Her face was blue and white, and with wrinkles, even a brave young man like Lumian would not dare to look at him for too long.

"Compared with the one she saw before dawn, her face turned pale..." Lumian said in a secret words, made a slightly bow and left the door.

On the way to the cemetery with Raymond, he suddenly patted his head:

"Oh, I forgot to inform Orol."

"Then you go quickly." Raymond understood.

Ollor often doesn’t like to go out, and he really can’t know what happened in the village without relying on his younger brother.
To be continued...