Chapter: 192

The three sheep raised their heads abruptly and looked at her.

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of their eyes at some point, and the fur on their faces was smudged and frightening.

In the next second, the three sheep continued to write.

Aurora quickly turned around and rushed to the edge of the fence.

When she got out of the sheepfold and looked back, the three sheep were bathed in the sunlight falling from the sky.

If it weren't for the traces of blood remaining on their faces, everything would be normal.

Plop, plop... Auror's heart was still beating wildly.

She panted and rejoiced:

"If I hadn't mastered the secret technique of sealing the eyes, I would see things I shouldn't see from time to time. I have been tested for a long time, and my intuition is strong. I couldn't react just now..."

Then she took out the iron-black powder and threw them into the sheepfold.

The words on the dirt were instantly erased by invisible hands.

As for the stain on the sheep's face, it was difficult for Auror to clean it up with spells, and she didn't dare to get close to it, so she directly scrubbed it with water.

She was worried that the three sheep were different from before, and there were potential dangers.

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In the old tavern, Lumian, who was drinking light green absinthe, leaned on the bar with his right elbow and looked around casually.

He didn't see the mysterious lady, nor did he find the three outsiders, Ryan, Leah, and Valentine.

For the former, he didn't know when the other party would show up, so he could only try his luck. For the latter three, he thought they should be strolling in the village, looking for someone to chat with.

"Actually, I have a chance to get married." Pierre Berry, who had finished drinking a glass of absinthe, picked up the new light green liquid and rambled.

"Really?" Lumian sneered. "Who can fancy a shepherd?"

Pierre sighed and said:

"Most of the plain pastures we moved to have owners, either from a manor owner or from a nearby village. If you want to graze, you must either pay the ranch tax, or marry a girl from the village and settle there."

"This is a good thing, for the shepherd." Lumian laughed.

Pierre took a sip of the absinthe and glanced sideways at him:

"That girl can fall in love with you, and she can't ask for a dowry.

"At that time, there happened to be a girl who thought I was good, didn't dislike me as a pauper and a shepherd, and was willing to marry me. Isn't she stupid?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded "honestly".

Holding the light green absinthe, Pierre was silent for a while before saying:

"Then she died.

"She was working in a factory on the outskirts of the city. She was too tired and fell ill. I went to several churches, asked a priest to pray for her, and asked a doctor to treat her illness, but nothing worked.

"After that day, I understood a truth."