Chapter: 8

"These outsiders have some identities at first sight. The priest of the church must not dare to do anything to them. He has to pay a heavy price to stop the reputation of cheating in the church from spreading, right?

"Hmph, who made him always want to play Aurora's idea, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time..."

While muttering inwardly, Lumian returned to his home on the edge of the village.

This is a semi-ground two-story house, the first floor is a part-time living room and kitchen with an oven and a large stove.

"Aurora! Aurora!" Lumian shouted as he walked up the stairs.

No one responded to him.

There are three rooms and a bathroom on the second floor, and the doors are all open at this time.

Lumian glanced one after another, but did not see her sister.

After thinking for a while, he came to the end of the corridor and climbed up to the roof from the ladder erected there.

The orange-red roof was enveloped by the diffuse night, and a figure sat in the center, hugging his knees, quietly looking at the starry sky.

This is an unusually beautiful woman with long, thick blond hair, light blue eyes, and bright facial features.

At this time, she focused her eyes on the sky, looking at the flickering little bit of light, with a quiet expression, like a statue.

Lumian did not speak, moved to the side of the woman, and sat down as well.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the distant mountains and forests, and heard the sound of a gust of wind blowing through the trees.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the woman raised her arms and stretched her waist without any image.

"Aurora, I don't understand what's so good about such a view, it's worth your frequent visits to the roof." Lumian made a voice.

"Call me sister!" Aurora raised her finger and tapped Lumian on the head.

Then, she sighed, her expression turned dark and she said:

"A philosopher once said that there are only two things worthy of awe in this world, one is the morality in the heart, and the other is the starry sky above the head."

Lumian glanced at her sister's slightly melancholy face, and smiled deliberately:

"I will answer this question, Emperor Roselle said it!"

"Pfft..." Aurora laughed out loud.

She sniffed immediately, and raised her beautiful golden eyebrows:

"Drinking again!"

"It's called communication." Lumian talked about what happened just now, "I met three foreigners..."

Aurora couldn't help laughing:

"I'm really afraid that the parish priest will be frightened into some kind of disease."

The next second, her face became serious:

"Lumian, don't provoke the curate anymore. He won't do anything to me. It would be troublesome to replace it with a new one."

"But I hate him when I see him..." Before Lumian finished speaking, Aurora stood up.

She looked down at her younger brother, smiled and said:

"Okay, time for bed, my drunk brother."

While speaking, Auror threw it casually, spilling a little silver dust.

Then she floated up, like a bird, slowly flew down from the roof, and turned into the window on the second floor.

Lumi watched it quietly, and shouted anxiously:

"And me?"

"Climb down by yourself!" Aurora in the house replied mercilessly.

Lumian curled his lips, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little.

Looking at the rapidly extinguishing silver light spots in the night, he sighed softly and said to himself:

"I don't know when I will have such extraordinary power..."