Torrential rains, lightning and thunder, cold winds from the northern cold zone poured on the spires of the castle, and on this day, the most prestigious and oldest men of Kant's domain had a dream that seemed to rewind time to thirty years ago, to that night when it was equally rainy, and their young, strong, and just and benevolent lord was driving back to the town in a carriage, and not far in front of the carriage was the tall and majestic façade and tower of Kant's castle, Everything was shrouded in the mist and night stirred up by the rain, and the carriage ran along the endless road as if it were a dream that could not be woken up.

Gawain walked through the deep and secluded underground corridor that led to the north tower of the castle, where the soldiers who were supposed to guard the corridor staggered to their posts, still breathing, but their spirits had been stripped of this world and entered a dream that was difficult to wake up from, and at the same time, this dream was also freed from the shackles of illusion, extending its tentacles into the real world, leaving its own distorted projections in the real world formed by matter.

The mottled stone walls are covered with moss, and the moss is constantly peeling off, revealing the decayed and deformed walls below, and the logic of time and space inside the corridor seems to have lost its regularity at this moment, and the scenes in the dream and the scenes in the real world are alternately staged in the same position, and the magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls also flicker and darken, reflecting the ancient oil paintings between the lamps and lanterns in an eerie and strange way.

Bang!

A thunderclap pierced the sky, and the underground corridor with a heavy roof and completely enclosed was illuminated as bright as day by the lightning, and the dark and heavy roof appeared one after another huge cracks at some point, and between the cracked stones, you could see the dark and heavy sky, and the torrential rain poured down from the sky.

Gawain looked up and could see through the ceiling of the hallway that the entire upper half of the North Tower was floating in the sky in pieces, the shattered boulders and roofs suspended in the rainy night as if they had no gravity, swirling with the howling wind, spilling pieces of broken bricks and stones as they collided with each other.

He ignored all of this, and walked straight through the wind-soaked corridor, the rain pouring down on him, sometimes soaking wet, sometimes disappearing—each observation presented a different result.

The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of him, just like he had seen in his dream before, Gawain stretched out his hand, but before his fingers could touch the door, a shadow next to the door suddenly wriggled and Amber's figure condensed: "Hey! Gawain, you're here! ”

Gawain looked at Amber, "Did you find the lantern?" ”

"I've just touched it, and I can already sense obvious magic fluctuations here, but no matter how hard I try, I can't open this door!" Amber's tone sounded particularly frustrated, it was clear that she had been confident before, but being a thief and not being able to open an antique wooden door had severely damaged her confidence.

"Can't open the door?" Gawain frowned, he glanced back in the direction he had come, and found that the strange corridor was now stable again, the broken walls and roof were closed again, and there was no more wind and rain in the corridor, no more mottled moss and crumbling bricks, and the oak gate at the end of the corridor was in a solid and intact state, although old, but tightly closed.

Gawain looked at Amber, "Did you see the rain in the corridor when you were here?" ”

The half-elf looked dazed: "Rain? How can it rain in the hallway? ”

"It seems that you are still in the dream realm," Gawain knew in his heart, "the door in the dream is sealed, and you will not be able to open it anyway." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the oak door, then closed his eyes slightly, recalling in his mind the knowledge and power he had gained from the mental fragments of the Cultist of the Eternal Sleeper: "Only when you push open this door in the real world will you see this castle as it really is." ”

He reopened his eyes, and the corridor was whistling with cold wind and rain, the dark stone ceiling was full of cracked gaps, moss crawled all the walls, and the oak door looked old and mottled and in disrepair.

With a slight push, the door opens.

Amber's eyes widened the moment the oak door was pushed open: she finally saw the same thing as Gawain had seen.

Miss Half-Elf exclaimed, "This ...... How did this suddenly break like this?! ”

Gawain shook his head: "Because this place hasn't been renovated for thirty years." ”

He then walked ahead and walked with Amber into the place where the illusion was maintained.

The cellar space behind the oak door is still well preserved, and the tall towers on the upper floors block the rainstorm from the sky, and the noise around them suddenly disappears, and the whole world seems to be quiet.

In the dim space, the light of the lantern suddenly turned on, and the warm and gentle light dispelled the darkness, and within the light range, a female figure in a long white dress was emerging.

Behind her was the stone pavilion that Gawain had seen in his dream before, and a large number of stone pillars that were the same as in the dream supported the entire cellar, and on each stone pillar, countless shimmering runes flashed.

"Lady Lilith Conde," Gawain looked at the other quietly, "it's time to wake up." ”

"Lord Duke, you shouldn't have come to this place," Lilith's eyes were full of sadness, "and it would be nice if you thought nothing had happened." ”

Gawain shook his head slightly: "But it has happened, you are indulging in this dream, you are just deceiving yourself - the Eternal Sleeper is not a good medicine for you at all, you should know very well, they are just borrowing your hand to draw strength, what they give you is just an illusion." ”

"But I'm willing to believe it, it's true!" Lilith Kant's emotions suddenly became excited, "I'm almost successful, I've succeeded!" As long as you don't come, as long as I keep hypnotizing myself, I'll ...... I'm going to ......."

Gawain loudly interrupted the woman, who had fallen into madness thirty years ago: "You will never succeed, because the dream power that the Eternal Sleeper has given you is congenitally defective - the dreamer himself is always awake!" This is also a birth defect that those who have eternal sleep cannot solve on their own! ”

Lilith Kant's expression stiffened for a moment: "Why...... Will you know? ”

"Because I devoured an Eternal Sleeper and gained his knowledge and memories."

Lilith Kant's figure shook uncontrollably: "So...... You're going to realize the truth here? ”

"No," Gawain shook his head, "although I have gained the knowledge and memory of the Eternal Sleeper, I was indeed deceived by this 'real dream' when I first came here—it's a pity that you left too many holes for me to realize the truth little by little."

"Victor Kant's study has a lot of old books, the latest of which was collected thirty years ago;

"Regarding the accident thirty years ago, the people in the territory and the people in the castle are in a state of vague memory, and the two groups of people have completely different perceptions of the 'viscountess';

"Viscount Kant seems to be the master of the whole castle, but every time it comes to you he shows a marked sluggishness and confusion, because you fear that he realizes that he is only living in a dream, and sets a tight mental lock for him;

"But the biggest loophole is not these, but the lantern in your hand - I'm afraid no one in this world knows its origin, but I know it, that lamp I gave to a friend as a gift seven hundred years ago, and its function is to let the 'Dream Weaver' sustain himself and find a way in the controllable dream world, in other words, the person holding the lantern is the one who really controls the dream!"

Amber, who had been standing next to her for a long time, finally figured out the whole thing, she suddenly opened her mouth wide, raised her hand and pointed to Lilith Kant not far away: "So...... So thirty years ago......"

"Yes, thirty years ago, Viscount Kant and Young Master Bellm were actually killed, and they died on the spot when the carriage fell down the mountain stream, and the world knows that the Viscountess who went mad on the fourth day and drank poison and died was the one who survived. This dream was not created by Viscount Kant in order to recall his lover, on the contrary, it was the Viscountess who accepted the power of the Eternal Sleeper and reshaped her husband in the dream - and even let her husband be the lord of this dream castle for thirty years, ruling the territory for thirty years! ”

"He's very good at managing his territory! He manages the castle very well! Even if this is a dream, why can't this dream continue! Lilith Kant's voice suddenly became sharp, her beautiful face quickly filled with hatred and madness, and the lantern that emitted a soft glow was suddenly shrouded in a layer of lilac light reminiscent of starlight - the power provided by the Eternal Sleeper had kept this woman young for thirty years, but now it was finally time for the cult spell to replace the price, one second she controlled the lantern, the next second, she had become a slave of the lamp, "Why are you here to destroy all this!" Why are you here to wake up the sleeping people! If you don't come...... If you don't come...... Everything will always be good!! ”

A large, distorted black shadow formed behind the Viscountess, the shadow shimmered with a little starlight, it suddenly condensed a sharp claw from the illusion, whistling and stabbing into Gawain's chest, and the voice from the shadow overlapped with Lilith Kant's voice: "What good is it for you to destroy all this!?" ”

As soon as Gawain raised his hand, the Pioneer Sword was already in front of the Chaos Claws: "You've spent thousands of lives sustaining this, and it's about to threaten everyone in this entire land, so destroying it is in my greatest good!" ”

At the same time, in the ruins behind the main castle building, Knight Philip's sword was raised high, and then slashed down with great force.

The castle was making a terrible sound behind him, a low rumbling sound kept coming from the direction of the north tower, although the main body of the castle was still intact and stable, but the whole north tower gradually fell apart in the night sky, and scattered and floated in the dark night, and huge bricks and roofs continued to disintegrate and disappear into the storm.

But Knight Philip paid no heed to the changes behind him, he faithfully carried out Gawain's orders, and after using his evil detection ability to find the focus of the blasphemous, he began to dig into the crumbling ruins - the great power of the knight allowed him to easily blow away the rotten and fragile stables and stone floors, and finally, a hidden entrance appeared before his eyes.