Lumian just suddenly had such an inspiration and didn't really want to do it.

Not to mention that so many years have passed, and the life of owls is much shorter than that of humans. The one flying in the wizard when he died should have rotted into mud. The number of owls in this mountain alone has left Lumian without the desire to track them down.

Too many!

The owl has no obvious characteristics... No, in the legend, the owl has no specific image, and Naroka didn't say it just now... We asked it carefully enough... Lumian came to his senses and smiled at Raymond:

"Owls associated with wizards may live for 100 years."

Seeing that Raymond became more and more scared, he comforted:

"Don't worry, this is the last choice, I don't want to face a monster.

"Let's ask another old man, maybe there are key clues that Naroka ignores."

He then said in a bewitching tone:

"If I were a wizard, I would never bring all my treasures with me or keep them at home. I would definitely hide somewhere in part, so as not to be suddenly attacked by the referee, and I would not have time to take anything. When I had to escape immediately, my wallet was empty."

One of the important responsibilities of the Inquisition of the "Eternal Sun" Church is to eliminate all wizards and witches, and their "great achievements" are widely circulated in the countryside.

"Yes!" Raymond was excited again.

He said with a longing look on his face:

"What a pity, it's been so many years, and the treasures that the church has searched for must have been spent."

"Young man, your idea is very dangerous." Lumian quipped.

The two continued to visit the old Pierre, Naferriya and other people from the Mori's family.

Although their answers were similar to those of Naroka, Lumian and Raymond, who had experience, still asked more details.

For example, the owl is a large and medium-sized type, basically the same as its kind: its mouth is pointed, its face is like a cat, brown feathers, scattered with fine spots, brown-yellow whites, and black eyes...

But its size is a circle larger than a similar owl, and its eyes seem to be able to rotate, not as stiff as its kind and look dull.

In all the descriptions, these differences make the owl appear even more evil.

"It seems that there is no useful clue now." Lumian said to Raymond on the road to the village square, "we can only focus on other legends."

"Well." Raymond was no longer as frustrated as he was at the beginning. "Which should I choose?"

This guy is active and hardworking... Lumian praised secretly, preparing to give Raymond some reward.

He nodded and said:

"Go back and think about it carefully and discuss the decision tomorrow.

"I will teach you fighting skills in the afternoon."

"Okay!" Raymond was delighted by this unexpected thing.

Orol is very good at fighting, otherwise how could he deal with some savage and rude men in the village? Her younger brother should be not bad either.

Saying goodbye to Raymond Clegg, Lumian turned onto the path leading to his home.

After walking for a while, he saw several men coming towards him.

The leader is in his prime, not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a white robe and shallow black hair on his head.

He was majestic in temperament, his facial features could only be said to be upright, his nose tip was slightly curled up, and there was undisguised disgust and malice in his blue eyes when he looked at Lumian.

This is Guillaume Bennet, the native priest of the "Eternal Sun" church in Kordu village.

"I'll wait for you for a while," Guillaume Bennet said in a deep voice. "Did you bring those foreigners to the church on purpose?"

"I thought you were sleeping inside." Lumian explained forcefully, quietly retreating.

He recognized that Guillaume Bennet was his younger brother Bennet. This guy was in his early thirties, strong and domineering, and liked to bully villagers.

The other few were thugs who followed him and the priest of the church.

Seeing Lumian retreat, Guillaume Bennet winked at Pons.

Pons Bennet smiled and stepped forward:

"Bad boy, come here to meet your father Pons!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already accelerated his pace and rushed towards Lumian, and so did the other thugs.

In a countryside like Cordu Village, it is impossible to reason that people cannot be kept in the face or apologize. The direct and strong handling is awe-inspiring. Guillaume Bennet is very aware of this and is used to doing things like this. Therefore, once he was sure that those foreigners were brought to the church by Lumian, he decided to arrest the boy and beat him up until he could not get up for a month, and until someone compensated him for him.

Of course, you have to avoid Orol.

As for the law, just talk to the administrator and territory judge Beoster. The sheriff in the city will not go to the countryside to investigate for such a small matter as a fight.

As an outsider, Beoster would not offend himself, a locally born priest without a great conflict of interest.

Guillaume Bennet felt lucky that the foreigners did not publicize the affairs of his affair with the administrator's wife, Mrs. Pualis, and the other party did not know about it for the time being.

They were quicker, Lumian was quicker, and as soon as Pons spoke, he turned around and ran wildly.

He knew quite well about the character and style of the genius of the church.

Once a villager reported to the "Eternal Sun" church in the city, saying that Guillaume Bennet not only had multiple mistresses, but also withheld the believers' dedication to "Eternal Sun" and bullied others in the village. He was completely different from a clergyman. Later, one afternoon, the villager fell to death for some reason.

Dingdeng!

Lumian ran and a gust of wind blew.

"Wait for your dad!" Pons shouted and chased after him, but his speed was not slow.

Those thugs followed.

After rushing out of the path, Lumian did not run along the avenue and broke into the nearest family.

The family was preparing lunch in the kitchen of the living room part-time worker when they suddenly saw such a person running in.

With a whoosh, Lumian walked around them and flipped out of the window at the back of the kitchen.

When Pons and others chased in, the owner of the house had come to his senses, got up to intercept and asked:

“What are you doing?

"What are you doing?"

"Old guy get out of the way!" Pons pushed the male owner away viciously, but it also took a little time.

By the time they chased to the window and flipped out, Lumian had already run into another path.

After chasing for a while, they completely lost Lumian's figure.

"Damn wild dog!" Pons spitted green phlegm on the side of the road.

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Outside a half-floor-style two-story building.

Lumian calmed down and opened the door and entered the room as if nothing had happened.

"One, two, three, two, three, four..." A regular shout came into his ears.

Lumian looked into the open space on the other side of the kitchen and saw Orol's blonde hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a linen shirt and tight white trousers, and dark boots made of lambskin, jumping there, sweating.

——The custom of Kordu Village is that most of the first floor area is a kitchen, which is the core of the entire home. Cooking here, enjoying food here, and gatherings from guests.

He is exercising again... Lumian is already familiar with such scenes and is not surprised at all.

Orol often does strange things and doesn't give any reason after asking.

At least it is a good thing to exercise, and it looks pretty good... Lumian moved closer and watched quietly.

After a while, Orol stopped exercising and bent down and turned off the black recorder using the battery.

She took the white towel handed over by Lumian and ordered while wiping the sweat from her forehead:

"You remember to learn fighting this afternoon."

"You have to study and learn fighting, are you asking me too high?" Lumian complained casually.

Orol glanced at him and said with a smile:

"You must remember that our goal is to comprehensively develop morality, intelligence, physicality, aesthetic appreciation, and labor ability!"

The more she said, the happier she became, as if she remembered some beautiful memories or fun things.

I have failed the morality... Lumian muttered silently.

He turned to ask:

"What kind of fighting to learn?"

One of the things he wondered about was that the soft and weak Aolol was actually a fighting master, mastering many schools of fighting skills, and he suppressed himself every time.

Orol thought about it carefully, leaned forward slightly, half-tilted his face, and looked into Lumian's eyes.

She then laughed and said loudly:

"Defense of wolf skills!"

"Ah?" Lumian said in surprise, "Isn't this what girls learn?"

Orol stood up straight, shook his head with a serious face, and said earnestly:
To be continued...