"That Mr. Abelard...... Are you alright?"

I can't help but wonder if anything terrible happened to Abelard, but yesterday I walked around the monastery and looked at the different buildings, and there was not much to suspect. The only thing that could be called a little strange was the building that made potions.

It's just that, as a hermit in the monastery, Abelard obviously knows that the air in the Potions Workshop is not good, and this sect does not seem to have the stupid ascetic method of "breathing poison gas". So I think he does have some kind of mental illness.

"It shouldn't be a big deal. Master Abner's spiritual cultivation is extremely profound, coupled with Rains' potion healing...... I don't think Abelard will have to worry about his hysteria for the rest of the year. Tuttle patted me on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the monastery is also engaged in medical research, and the master is helping him to recuperate his spirit, I don't think it's impossible to be completely cured." ”

Perhaps Abelard's choice to come to the monastery in retreat was in search of spiritual peace, which was far more difficult for the unfortunate man than for an unharmed person.

"Oh, by the way, word has come back from the High Priest. After three days, we were able to take a ride on the Shatac bird. Tuttle said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, your problems will be solved, after all...... In a sense, we are comrades. ”

After saying this ambiguous sentence, Tuttle waved his hand at me, turned and walked briskly towards the staircase, quickly disappearing from my sight. Does this mean that there is some kind of relationship between this sect and the Daomen? I guess that this matter may have something to do with my ancestor Xuanyang Daoren. But since I would have the answer when I saw the priest three days later, I did not want to speculate on it and add to my annoyance, so I returned to the waking world and prepared for the next exam.

On December 20th, the winter vacation officially began, and I will fly back to China tomorrow, that is, on the 21st. After the final exams, everyone was excited and gathered together at [DATA EXPUNGED].

At night, I entered the dream again. I pushed open the window of my room and looked out into the distance, the cold sky was still overcast, but the terrible storm had completely receded. Then I went to Tuttle's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"You're here, Cloud. ”

The door opened quickly, and it seemed that Tuttle had prepared for my arrival.

"I'm sorry, but due to an accident on the part of the keeper of the Shattuck bird, we had to leave at midnight tonight, and the mode of transport will be a little different. ”

Thanks to the books in various libraries and the materials left by the Xuanyang Dao people, I still know a little about the Shatak bird in the dream realm. It is a large flying creature, larger than the usual Asian elephant, with a body covered in scales and a horse-like head. I really don't know how their flight muscles support their weight. Some markets in Dilas Lynn seem to have their eggs for sale, which are said to be extremely tasty, but I haven't tasted them.

"Oh, can you tell me?"

"Of course, this is not a secret that needs to be kept from you. ”

Tuttle smiled and nodded, then seemed to consider his words: "Some things have been lost to the records and transmissions of the waking world due to the long years, but in the dream realm those knowledge is still passed down from generation to generation. We will be riding on a special kind of monster, and through a special set of ...... 'formations', they can be summoned and at our disposal. ”

"Monsters, then, is it safe to do this?"

"Believe me, these winged creatures, known as Baiaki, are the dependents of the Lord we serve, and will not harm us. The only problem is that they don't protect the rider, so the rider has to protect themselves with spells or potions depending on the environment they are flying through. Just flying over a plateau is not a problem for practitioners like you and me. ”

After asking a few more inconsequential questions, I expressed my sincere gratitude to Tuttle and returned to the sober world. If I leave in the middle of the night, it means that I will fall asleep on the plane once tomorrow, and then I only need to use the magical "Illusion Stepping Spirit Ascension" to reach my new destination directly when I enter the dream world the next time.

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Note: The following content is not a coherent note, but was added by Yun Chengyu 1 year later

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I never thought it would be so heavy until I knew the "truth".

It's been more than a year since that day, and it's been three months since I regained my true memories (not just memories of my dreamland trip a year ago).

At the suggestion of [DATA EXPUNGED], in order to seek peace of mind and to help and warn those who wish to study the mysteries of this world, I have decided to revise and supplement my record to recount all the unbelievable and horrific stories of what I had experienced in the dream realm a year ago.

Let's go back to that dream at noon on December 21 last year.

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