Pulsatilla Catalia Hemingway.

Midnight, Bologna, East of the City Operations Office.

Catalia slowed down a beat as he walked out of the portal—the waypoint in Bologna's operations he had visited a few times, a small garden with a little princess's favorite flower garden, not the dead surface of the dark regions of the eastern world today.

"Welcome, Your Excellency." The middle-aged man who came to receive him made Catalia determined to come out - this was the second son of Old Madame Moritty, who didn't look very well, with a bandage on one arm, but at least he was alive.

"What's the matter, you guys went to provoke Marin?" Catalia was a little angry - the more he thought about this kid Marin, the more wrong it became, although he heard that he only had eight steps and a mage only had six rings, but his physical strength was very outrageous.

He has almost 20 strength, and he hits him like a meteor with a hammer...... Can't imagine how powerful he is.

So Catalia issued a warning immediately after separating from Marin, how could anyone ignore his warning, it was really lawless!

Just thinking so, I heard the middle-aged man's answer: "It's not that we provoked Mr. Marin, we don't have actual contact with him." ”

"What's going on?" Catalia was confused.

The middle-aged man smiled a little awkwardly: "Your Excellency the Dream Weaver heard about His Excellency Marin's situation and decided to invite him to dream. ”

Catalia gasped, "Your Excellency the Dream Weaver is fine. ”

"This ...... You'd better follow me and have a look. ”

Catalia took a deep breath - they couldn't be furious, they didn't care.

As the name suggests, the Dream Weaver uses dreams as a stage to invite Marin into a dream, which is risky, and the will to comment on Marin is extremely strong.

He couldn't have done all this, could he?

If that's the case...... And who can blame him, he can't say that he is beaten up, if the just church knows, they are afraid that they will not be able to eat and go around.

With such an uneasy sigh, Catalia followed the middle-aged man to a tent.

Then he saw His Excellency the Dream Weaver, who was still the same as before, wearing a robe with a hood...... By the way, why can't you see the long hair that would have been exposed?

"Your Excellency the Dream Weaver." The old man frowned, and he looked at his colleague in front of him carefully: "What's going on, I heard that you invited Your Excellency Marin?" ”

"Yes, Lord Pulsatilla, I have invited him." The woman sighed as she looked at the old man, "But there are two guests. ”

"Uh...... Is that one? "In the organization, the one who represents the gods and can pull Marin when he invites him, in Catalia's opinion, is only His Highness Anonymous.

"It's not that one, it's the other." After the woman finished speaking, she unconsciously turned her head to look at the corner on the side.

Catalia felt his scalp explode, because it was only then that a small black figure finally appeared in the corner of his eye, the latter had a pair of pure white soul fire on his head, and the little evil god laughed when he saw Catalia looking at it.

Catalia resisted the urge to scream, and turned his head to look at the second son of the Moriti family and the dreamweaver: "This ...... Is it a guest who came with Mr. Marin? ”

The second son and the dreamweaver nodded.

Catalia turned his head and smiled at the newly ascended Fifth Evil God—a bitter smile.

What's going on?!

I am Mana, a different timeline existence of Marin.

Catalia was silent for a moment, then turned her head again, the silly girl of the Dream Weaver had already covered her face, and the second son looked at the exit of the tent without desire.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, I don't think my companion has any ill will."

I can feel it, or her head would be my favorite trophy right now.

This one laughs...... Although Catalia felt that this smile was really terrible.

But this would explain what was going on in the garden outside, and it was clear that he had already controlled his power, otherwise the whole city would be burning, not to mention this garden.

It's an evil god, but it looks ...... It seems to be open to human beings.

Don't invite Marin to sleep again if it's okay in the future, when his soul is projected, he will also drag me over.

The small figure stood up, and he walked towards the exit of the tent.

The psionic hand lifted the tent for him, and as it stood in the moonlight, Catalia saw the darkness of the man turn pure white in the moonlight, and the light figure turned to look at him.

The wounds on your body are gone, Mr. Hemingway.

"You know me?"

Yes, I know you, even though in that world.

After this one finished speaking, a portal made of World Tree twigs appeared, and at the same time, a goblin World Tree twig emerged from the portal, and it kissed this one on the forehead.

"Your Excellency...... Your world ......"

Destroyed ...... You in this world, live well.

With that, the being reached out and patted the goblin.

I'm leaving, follow Marin...... And, don't forget everyone.

Watching him leave, Catalia was silent for a moment, and finally took out his cigarette case and took one out of it to light it for himself.

"I always thought that the so-called timeline theory was just the talk of the deep divers." Moritty's second son finally dared to speak out loud at this time.

"The timeline theory is already mature, but the existence of this person allows us to understand the differences of individuals in different timelines, in any case, this is a very great discovery, and I think it is better to be careful for the sake of each other's lives." The Dream Weaver sighed.

"Does Lord Marlin know about this?" Catalia asked.

"Unbeknownst to me, I immediately sent back His Excellency Marin's projection when I found out about the problem, but this one can't be sent back ......." The Dream Weaver smiled bitterly at this: "Your Excellency, what are we going to do next. ”

"Today's matter, don't talk about it anyway, Your Excellency Marin is very powerful, we must tell our little queen, and then ...... If she could, it would be better to adjust her marriage. ”

"Madame Moritty's ......"

"She'll agree." After Catalia finished speaking, he threw the tail of his cigarette to the ground: "And I will tell him that His Excellency Marin is excellent for all to see." ”

"But he already has a lot of lovers, Lord Catalia, and it's not right for you to do this." The Dream Weaver asked, looking at Catalia.

"It's all for the principality, Your Excellency the Dream Weaver." Catalia stared at his colleague, "Do you have a better candidate?" ”

"Our little princess is not a commodity!" The Dream Weaver said.

"And what could she be?" The old man asked rhetorically in a cold voice.