Lumian turned his attention to Louis Lund, who was sitting in the coachman's seat, and saw him nodding to him.
Lumian immediately took a deep breath, then walked towards the four-wheeled carriage, bent down and got into the carriage.
He already understood the current situation: Mrs. Pualis was careful and did not reply by letter. Instead, she hid around No. 9 Stone Street, waiting for Lumian to check the reply. This could effectively avoid being caught.
Risk of people following and surrounding the meeting place.
The next second, a familiar figure caught Lumian's eyes: she was wearing an exquisite pure black waist dress, a slightly playful lady's round hat, and a hazy and beautiful shawl on her shoulders.
She has sparse eyebrows, bright brown eyes, moist lips, and brown hair that is half pulled up or half draped. She is not too formal, but has an elegant temperament, clean and charming. It is the wife of the administrator of Cordu Village - Pualis de Roquefort.
you.
"Long time no see." Mrs. Pualis said hello with a smile, but her eyes were cold, giving people a feeling of chill penetrating into the bone marrow.
Almost at the same time, Lumian noticed that the surrounding scene had changed. He was no longer in the carriage and came to the desolate wilderness. There was nothing in front of him, and Mrs. Pualis had lost track of her.
Just as Lumian looked around in astonishment, he saw a huge, irregular shadow on the ground. He subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes reflected pieces of brown feathers. Each feather was the size of his head.
The layers upon layers form a pair of wings that seem to be able to cover the sky.
These wings belonged to Mrs. Pualis, and her body also became huge, hanging high in the air. Both feet were bent like bird claws, and her nails were sharp and shimmering with cold light. Then a majestic and ethereal voice sounded: "You should
Buried with the village of Kordu."
Lumian tensed up, pulled out the revolver, turned around, and ran towards the end of the wilderness. If the scene presented in the dream had a certain degree of authenticity, then he could escape from the edge of this "other world"
.
Bang bang bang.
Lumian moved forward in a curve, constantly firing bullets into the air. This was his only long-range attack method at the moment.
Although Mrs. Pualis looked very huge, she was not bulky at all. The flapping of her wings not only brought strong winds, affected the trajectory, but also allowed her to change her position flexibly. Then, she let out a piercing scream.
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The wilderness ground in front of Lumian suddenly rose up, the soil slid down, and another huge thing emerged. It was a giant python that seemed to have been dead for a while. Most of its blue scales fell off, revealing rotten muscles and long hair.
Spiked parts of bones.
Yellow pus and countless twisted filarial worms covered the entire body of the giant python, giving it a strong and unbearable stench.
The python's eyes were scarlet, and in the gaps between the sunken eye sockets were translucent filarial worms frantically crawling in and out.
It cast its eyes on Lumian in a condescending manner, opened its mouth, exposed its yellowed fangs, and bit into the living man.
Lumian was already dizzy from the stench. He hurriedly took out a piece of drawing paper from the inside of his clothes and unfolded it. On it was a colorful golden and red sun.
The surroundings suddenly became warmer, and the sky covered by Mrs. Pualis seemed to be much brighter.
The long-dead giant python looked away from Lumian, as if unwilling to face the sun.
But its attack only slowed down, not stopped.
Seizing this opportunity, Lumian turned around, grabbed the scroll, and ran away in the other direction.
Mrs. Pualis, who was hovering in the air, saw this, opened her mouth, and spit out a word that Lumian couldn't understand at all and was full of evil connotations!
Lumian became much weaker in an instant, and his running speed slowed down, as if he had a serious illness and has not yet recovered.
Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Pualis raised her head and let out a shrill and painful howl.
At this moment, Lumian heard an illusory shattering sound.
It came from his soul and his body. His vision went dark and he directly entered a state of near-death.
If "Hunter", "Provocateur", "Dancer" and "Mendicant Monk" had not strengthened his physical fitness in different aspects, he would have probably died directly after being added to the weak state.
With the last of his sense and the exaggerated pain, Lumian used his remaining strength to put his left palm into his pocket and touched Mr. K's fingers.
At this moment, he felt cool raindrops falling, nourishing his body and soul. The trauma he had just suffered immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding wilderness gradually became illusory until it disappeared.
Lumian saw Mrs. Poialis sitting across from the carriage again. The lady's eyes were no longer cold, but a bit sarcastic: "With this strength, you want to seek revenge from Guillaume Bennet.
?
"When I left Kordu Village, he had gotten a new gift because he had driven away us followers of the Great Mother. He was already a life hunter equivalent to Sequence 5. After that, he might find a counterpart.
Take the potion."
Was the attack just now a test of my strength? Lumian is not surprised at all that our priest has a level of Sequence 5. After all, the number of contract abilities he possesses far exceeds the level of the person receiving the contract, and he obviously does not possess divinity, so then
There are only two possibilities left, sequence 6 and sequence 5.
Combining the performance of Guillaume Benet and himself in the dream, as well as the performance of fighting with Lain, Liya, and Valentine, Lumian had long suspected that he was a Sequence 5 life hunter, and now he has obtained Mrs. Pualis
confirmation.
To his surprise, it seemed that the recipients could still take magic potions and gain additional abilities. They just had to choose the corresponding, or in other words, the appropriate type.
Lumian thought for a moment and felt that this was normal: Extraordinary people could also receive gifts, but there would be many problems.
Lumian looked at Mrs. Pualis and replied calmly: "I still have time to grow and have the opportunity to become stronger. And Guillaume Benet has almost no hope of obtaining divinity. After all, his belief does not include greatness.
Those three persons, including the mother, exist.
"I will catch up with him in the shortest possible time."
What Lumian did not say is that he still hopes to obtain more and stronger helpers. As a scroller of the evil god, Guillaume Benet has offended the believers of the Great Mother. He will not be able to find many companions. It should be based on
The main ones are wild extraordinary people and the recipients who also believe in fate.
Mrs. Pualis chuckled: "Confidence is a good thing. I like a confident young man like you very much. Do you want to follow me and believe in the great mother? That way you can get extra help, in addition to potions.
With your strength, you can also reap gifts.”
"I don't want to get pregnant and have a baby." Lumian declined Mrs. Pualis's kindness in a tactful way.
Mrs. Pualis said with a smile: "It seems that you still lack enough experience in the sacredness and preciousness of life, and the joy that new life brings to us. I only fully understand it after I have actually given birth to a child.
"You don't have to refuse now. When you feel the greatness of mother, you can come to me at any time."
Lumian didn't want to get entangled in matters related to the "Great Mother" and changed the topic: "I thought you always let others give birth to children, but I didn't expect that you had given birth yourself."
Mrs. Pualis's face was covered with a maternal glow: "After becoming a 'banshee', you must have a child yourself in order to be closer to the great mother."
It's hard to believe that you were a man before... Lumian almost couldn't look directly at Mrs. Pualis and asked a random question: "Did your child die in the castle?"
"Yes." Mrs. Pualis sighed, "Killed by his father's own hands. Unfortunately, he didn't know that it was his child."
"Who?" Lumian blurted out.
Mrs. Poialis smiled: "Guillaume Benet, didn't you catch us having an affair? He didn't find out, but I knew you were hiding behind the altar, and I was thinking about inviting you to participate."
I thought your affair was just a symbolic manifestation of something... was there some truth in it? Lumian was stunned for a while, and several pictures flashed through his mind: Mrs. Poialis and the priest were naked and entangled;
Madame Poialis praised the curate for his roughness, directness, and manliness;
The parish priest plans to aggrieve Saint Sis.
Observing the change in his expression, Mrs. Pualis smiled and said: "When I arrived in Cordu Village and got familiar with the environment, the first thing I did was to seduce Guillaume Benet." He is a clergyman with actual power.
, is the only channel for communication between Kordu Village and the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. If I can capture him and make him a believer of the Great Mother, and cooperate with Beoost's identity, I can truly develop Kordu Village.
It becomes my territory and will not be suspected by the outside world.
"It happened that I also needed a child, so I gave him a try and kept his bloodline as a back-up for a week. But after July and August last year, his attitude changed and he was no longer interested in the Great Mother.
"It's a pity that I haven't had time to let him give me a child and experience the beauty of life."
"Last July or August?" Lumian repeated this time point.
Every May and June, shepherds return to the mountains.
"Yes, I remember it very clearly." Mrs. Pualis chuckled, "Later, that idiot Louis Lund even tried to ask him for help."
Lumian frowned and asked, "Why did the priest's attitude suddenly change?"
"I'm not sure. I only know that during that time, some villagers were promoting the heresy of horoscopes and were reported to Guillaume Benet. After Guillaume Benet interrogated those people, his attitude gradually changed.
." Mrs. Pualis's eyes were like lake water reflecting the sun.
"Who?" Lumian asked.
Mrs. Pualis replied with a smile: "Naaraiza and the others are all people you know."
Lumian was silent for a few seconds before saying: "When the priest and others attacked the castle, where were you and what were you doing?"
Pualis laughed lightly: "You finally asked the question. You should have guessed the answer, right?"
She looked at Lumian and smiled with a somewhat painful and twisted expression: "Aurore attacked me."