"Has he already gone into a dream?" Atasu curiously opened the snake pupils on either side of his head to look at Lilith, and then looked at Fein, watching the young paladin and the warlock girl not far away, lying in the same position in the two magic circles that Barthra had drawn on the ground with wolf blood closed, and the two of them stopped moving as if they were asleep.

The lizardmen chieftain from the Greenpaw tribe knew of course that Basera was able to send Finn into Arya's dreams because of her own talent, not magic.

Ferdia's innate abilities are a priceless treasure bestowed upon every mortal being by the laws of the world, more desirable and enchanting than the power of magic.

As a result, Atasu was not interested in magic, but he was curious about the natural ability that Basera called "Dream Invasion".

After all, if one person's consciousness can somehow enter another person's dream, what kind of experience would that journey be?

He thinks it's amazing.

The old shaman, a lizardman named Guter, caught in Attasu's gaze.

The old shaman knew that his tribal chieftain was sometimes as curious as a cat, and he was a little worried that his chief would accidentally disturb the old Tiflin witch who was standing between Finn, Lilith, and Arya, holding her staff high and chanting, so he reached out in time to reach out his old hand, wrapped in turquoise scales, and tugged at the wide leather sheath of Atasu's waist with a hunting knife.

Atasu looked back in surprise, turning his attention to Guter, and then saw the trusted tribal shaman staring at him, putting his fingers on the tip of his mouth and whispering "shhhhh

Atasu immediately understood what Gutel meant, so he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth, turned his head and peeked at the old Tiflin witch who seemed to be completely ignoring him just now, and then lowered his hand from his mouth. A little embarrassed, he stuck out his tongue, and then with Gutel, he turned his gaze to Sheen, who was kneeling beside Arya on one knee.

and, later, the dark-haired man who also crouched down next to Sheehan, Vercidis.

"Do you need a quiet environment?" Seeing Sheen twisting a small blade in his hand, staring at the amethyst gem on Arya's chest that was faintly shining in the moonlight, he didn't dare to make a move, Vercidis squatted next to the brown-haired young man and asked.

Sheehan narrowed his tired eyes and looked sideways at Vercidis.

“…… If you can create one for me. He thought for a moment and replied.

The dark-haired man blinked his ice-blue eyes and stood up motioning for Atasu and Gutel to take their people out of the way for a moment.

Gutel understood Vercidis' gesture, and then relayed the Templar leader's meaning to Atasu in dragon language. Atasu was curious about the natural abilities of the old witch Barthra of Tieflin and the medical skills of the young doctor Sheen. But he also knew that he must not let his curiosity spoil the good things of the old witch and the doctor.

So, he nodded at Versidis, too, to show that he understood, and then he and Gutel stepped aside to take the reins of the two earth-walking dragons, and walked into the night in the dense forest.

A "thump" sound faded away after a few seconds.

Listening to the voice, Atasu and Guter, the two chiefs and shamans of the Greenpaw Tribe, probably gathered their lizardman warriors and walked away.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and all that was left was the whisper of Butera's mouth to maintain her natural abilities, and the low hum of the two circles of blood magic that surrounded Finn and Lilith as they worked.

"Is there anything else you need. Doctor? After motioning for the greenpaw tribe's lizardmen to leave, Vercidis turned his gaze back and lowered his head to look at Sheen again.

"You ......"

"Vercidis."

"Well, Vercidis first... Knight. Sheehan looked up at him. Seeing the church's emblem bracelet on the wrist of the man in front of him, he immediately gagged his tongue and temporarily changed the name of the man, "Can I ask you to be my assistant for the time being?" I need an assistant to deliver things for me at all times. To ensure that my attention can always be focused on the surgery. ”

"It's an honor." Versidis didn't think much of it, and immediately agreed.

Then, he walked around to the other side of Sheehan's side and crouched down again. Sheehan explained to him what was on the linen—for example, which bottles contained potions of what effect, and which metal objects were called surgical tools.

Just as Fein had explained Arya's condition to himself before, Sheen was now trying to tell Vercidis in as simple words as he could think of how to help him with the operation.

Versidis had a good memory and an ability to accept new things, and the leader of the Knights of Shadowlight knew what to do after the surgery began, after hearing Sheen explain him the necessary information.

Collaboration between smart people and smart people doesn't always take much time to get acquainted with each other.

When Vercidis showed Sheen that he understood, Sheen smiled with satisfaction, raised his head and glanced in the other direction at Barthra, who was standing between the two circles of magic to maintain his natural ability, and then took a deep breath to adjust his mental state.

Then his eyes lit up, he lowered his head and focused all his attention on Arya's chest that exposed half of the amethyst gemstone, and silently apologized to his surgical target in his heart: "...... Please forgive me for the offense, Miss Arya. ”

Then, he swallowed his throat, let out a sigh of relief, and immediately stretched out his hand to lift the black cloak that was covering the elf girl's body to the side like a quilt.

……

Ever since he heard the old witch's muttering in his ears, Finn felt his head dizzy, as if he had been grabbed by a mysterious force and thrown into a roaring whirlpool, which stirred wildly and went to another wonderful world.

I don't know how long it took, in the darkness in front of him, Finn gradually felt that the power that held him loosened from his body little by little.

He felt everything around him fall silent.

Until a bird's cry woke him up like a morning bell that woke a man from his dream.

The young paladin furrowed his eyebrows, then opened his eyelids and opened them.

A gentle ray of sunlight immediately leaked down from the high treetops and fell straight on his face, stabbing back the two brown eyeballs that he had just regained his vision. (To be continued.) )