Chapter: 46

This idea, like the devil's whisper, made Lumian's heart beat, and he wanted to try it.

Compared with exploring the unknown, dangerous, mysterious, and weird ruins, it is easier and safer to rummage through Auror's room.

No, no! Lumian shook his head violently, throwing the thought aside.

He would rather take risks than pry into Auror's privacy, and he would not go through her bedroom without Auror's permission.

This is respect for Aurora.

If it weren't for Aurora, he would have died five years ago, as a waif.

Lumian looked back in pain and walked towards the stairs.

The owner of that bedroom was changed to anyone other than Aurora, and now he went in to search for useful information.

After going down the stairs, Lumian didn't rush out, but checked the kitchen supplies.

The olive oil, corn oil and animal fats stored in Aurora are neatly arranged in the form of barrels and cans, just like reality.

Almost subconsciously, Lumian first brought out the bucket of corn oil and placed it next to the stove.

The only reason he chose this way was that tallow and olive oil were more expensive.

Then, using coal and wood skillfully, he set up a fire in the stove and made several torches to be lit by himself.

This is preparing for the burning of that monster.

Of course, it would be better if it can be solved in other ways, this is the last choice.

After finishing these things, he took the ax and opened the door.

Lumian immediately noticed a difference:

The faint gray mist pervading this dreamland was a little more humid than last time, and the ground under his feet was also slightly muddy.

"Has it rained? When I'm not here, when I'm not dreaming, this place still exists, and evolves naturally according to certain laws?" Lumian was a little surprised, but somehow felt that it should be so.

Thinking of those weird stories made up by Aurora, he suddenly had a guess:

"This can't be the real world, can it?

"My dream is connected to a real world. The purpose of that Tarot card to wake me up is to cross the barrier between the dream and the ruins?"

Lumian quickly glanced left and right, and found that the two sides of the ruins, the "edge" of the dream, was an endless gray mist.

"Afterwards, you can verify that instead of going to the ruins, go outside the gray mist to see whether it is a strange and illogical dream after passing through the gray fog, or the real earth, sky, villages and towns..."

If it's the former, it means that this place is still a dream. If not, Lumian needs to confirm which world this is.

In his opinion, judging from the use of the Golden Louis, it seems that this place is still in the Republic of Intis, but it may not be the current era, it may be a place that was lost and disappeared decades ago or hundreds of years ago.

However, Lumian felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to get out of the gray fog around him.

Gathering his mind, he continued to move towards the ruins.

He didn't forget that the purpose of this dream was to try to deal with that monster.

After walking one or two hundred meters on the muddy wilderness full of gravel and cracks, Lumian suddenly stopped.