Chapter: 63

The more Lumian thought about it, the more excited he became, and he felt like he was about to lock down the suspect.

He stood up, paced a few steps, and suddenly walked downstairs.

He didn't intend to question Mrs. Pouaris, nor did he intend to spy on the other party's actions now, but he was going to find Raymond or the little Guillaume of the Berry family, and borrow their little blue book for comparison. Restore which words were cut off and what kind of sentences can be spelled.

In this way, Lumian is likely to restore the specific content of the help letter.

He stomped downstairs, through the kitchen, and opened the door.

The crimson darkness outside poured in, making him calm down instantly.

"Uh, my sister said, don't go out after dark until you find out what's going on with that owl..." Lumian mumbled, took two steps back, and closed the door.

Anyway, there is no rush to borrow the little blue book, it will be more natural to do it tomorrow.

After moving his body, Lumian walked towards the stairs.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The doorbell was rang, and the sound echoed.

"Who is it?" Lumian turned around and asked doubtfully as he walked towards the gate.

There was a slightly magnetic soft voice from outside the door:

"It is I, Puaris de Roquefort."

Mrs. Puares... Lumian was taken aback, and had the illusion that someone had come to her home to silence her.

Thinking that his sister was upstairs and possessed extraordinary abilities, he calmed down a lot.

Exhaling slowly, Lumian walked over and opened the door.

There were two women standing outside the door, the one in the front was wearing a pure black and delicate tunic dress, with a shawl of the same color on her shoulders, long gauze gloves on both hands, and a hat on her head that was slightly skewed because it was slightly skewed. Playful women's beanie.

She was all in black except for a diamond necklace inlaid with gold on her chest.

This lady's eyebrows are slightly sparse, her bright brown eyes are smiling, her long brown hair is tied into a high bun, her facial features are not outstanding separately, but when combined together, she has a clean and charming beauty , coupled with her elegant temperament and graceful standing posture, the night that was dyed a little crimson at Lumian's door seemed to be refreshed a lot because of her, and a faint fragrance was faintly emitted.

This is Mrs. Puares, the wife of Beost, the administrator of the village of Cordu and the judge of the domain.

Of course, in Lumian's mind, modifiers such as "the mistress of the priest", "suspected wizard", "suspect in the letter of help", "that white flesh in the church" and other modifiers are added, but these are not suitable to say, Otherwise, Mrs. Puares would definitely change her face on the spot.

At that time, provoking anger is a success, and disaster may follow.

"Mrs. Puares, what's the matter?" Lumian deliberately looked at the sky outside, implying that it was not good for the other party to visit at this time.

Mrs. Puares's red lips were a little watery, and she gently outlined:

"I'm here to discuss something with your sister Aurora."

From the appearance alone, she doesn't look like a lady who is over 30 years old and has two children. She is only 27 or 28 years old at most.

Lumian thought for a moment and stepped aside.

He said to Mrs. Puares who entered the door:

"Aurora is upstairs, writing for a newspaper column."