"What the hell is going on?" In an empty classroom, William asked the black cat Blake.

"With your protection, wouldn't I have those dreams anymore?"

The black cat stared at William with a pair of big eyes and an innocent expression, and that expression seemed to say, what does this have to do with me.

It reached out its claws and pointed at William's waist, where William's magic belt was pinned under his robes.

"Do you want me to pull out that book?" William asked, complaining in his heart.

Who made the alchemy products?

If you have the mind to develop some hell diet module for it, can't you install a language module?

Every time I communicated, I had to guess the black cat's thoughts like this, and that face full of mockery made his user experience extremely poor.

The black cat nodded, it took the running guide handed by William, and very skillfully flipped the pages with its paws, and the corners of William's mouth twitched when he saw it.

It's really going to be fine.

It quickly turned to the page it was looking for, and the black cat lazily stretched out its paw to point to the contents, then lay down on the table and squinted.

"What." William took the guide, and there was a text written on it,

"Article 17, the protection afforded by the organization can only distract some of the unspeakable persons from paying attention to their members.

No effective protection is provided and cannot be provided for those who actively provoke these great beings, or who actively connect to these existential beings??? ”

"Hey! What does this mean! I dreamed of those things because I died on my own, didn't I? William asked the black cat, who nodded lazily.

"Gan! But I didn't do anything! William asked with a bewildered expression, how could he take the initiative to provoke these things?

Isn't that death?

The black cat narrowed its eyes, unwilling to answer William's stupid question.

"Was it because of the conversation we had before going to bed last night?" William tried to think back to what had happened yesterday, and there was nothing too strange about him except for the chance encounter with Luna last night.

He's normal now, and he can basically rule out the idea of actively attracting the attention of this group of beings.

If that were the case, William would have been in an endless state of madness by now.

Is it really because of last night's conversation?

The more William thought about it, the more likely it became, after all, according to the organization, Luna's inspiration is also very high, and it is easy for some strange things to happen with such a person.

The point is that I talked about a lot of topics with Luna last night, which one of them went wrong?

He had no memory of the memory of the dream at all, and he only remembered that a black cat slapped him hard in the starry sky, waking him up from the dream.

When I woke up, I found the black cat lying on his chest licking his paws, and his face was still hot and painful.

You are really ruthless, thinking of this, William glanced at the black cat lying on the table viciously.

Wait, starry sky?!

As if a flash of inspiration, William's mind came up with some memories that he couldn't think of before, did he dream of a city?

Is it the city in the sky?

"Is it because of this? Isn't the city in the sky a story made up by Mr. Lovegood, what's wrong with that? William asked the black cat with some confusion.

The latter opened his eyes and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know anything about it.

"Don't you know that either?"

The black cat nodded slightly, it was just a standard alchemy product, and it didn't store too many secrets.

"What about Luna? She's going to be fine! "Since she will do this dream, then Luna should also be affected.

What about her, how's it going? This is the question that comes to William's mind at this moment.

The black cat continued to shake her little head, indicating that she didn't know what would happen to her.

"Gan! How do you not know anything. William couldn't help but grumble at the black cat.

I could only find a chance to check Luna's condition at night, and William didn't think of anything else for a while.

What exactly does Castle in the Sky mean?

What is its connection to the unspeakable?

William remembered a lot of things.

Those memories flooded into William's mind like a spring, and he remembered that he had grown a pair of strong wings behind his dream, which allowed him to fly quickly in the starry sky.

However, no matter how he flew, he couldn't reach the majestic city, and just as he was about to fly, the black cat appeared, and then he woke up.

"What if I enter that city?"

The black cat stretched out its paws and made a throat-slitting motion.

"So serious?"

The black cat nodded solemnly.

"What the hell is there? Forget it, don't tell me, I don't want to know anything. William tried to restrain his curiosity.

He didn't want to know anything about these dangerous things.

The first thing William did when he remembered it was to use Occlumency to control his mind and prevent himself from thinking about anything related to the organization and these strange dreams.

That's pure death!

He used brain occlusion to curb his divergent thoughts and hide this memory in the bottom of his heart.

The first thing William learned in that running guide was to keep his mind under control and not to get caught up in the oddities.

Although William did not fully believe the Order's words, he still held a skeptical attitude.

After all, the members of the organization had only seen the so-called messenger and Nicol Lemay, and he had not personally experienced the very dangerous running group from the messenger's mouth.

Therefore, it was impossible to believe what a dangerous adventure it was.

However, William did not have such a noble spirit of devotion and sacrifice that he could try it out with his own life.

Now that he has been caught in this vortex, whether what this organization says is true or not, it should be treated as if it were the truth.

After all, it's already about your own life.

He stood up, and the black cat stretched out and jumped from the table and onto William's shoulder.

"That's right!" William suddenly had another question in mind.

"Did you do that flashback spell that went wrong this morning?"

The black cat on his shoulder shook his head.

"Gan! Do you have a complaint function, or a rating system! I must write a 10,000-word bad review. ”

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