A large gray hairy blob with antlers and three thumbs walked on the ground with the same clumsy and bizarre mushroom people as it looked. Occasionally, they would pass by other creatures or some strange landscape, and many of them would be of interest to the two passers-by, such as a cricket that looked at least the size of a city wall when they walked through a huge cabbage field. The cricket, with its dark red cloak and a wreath of twenty kinds of flowers, cast a shadow on it as it crawled over the cabbage, causing Marcus to mistake it for a dragon.

Fortunately, the six-legged gentleman had no ill will, and he took off his wreath in front of Atwood in a friendly manner, and the shadows of countless old elves were reflected in his compound eyes. The green staff also showed unusual politeness to the cricket, and he dangled his fat body and bowed slightly in respect. When the two of them said goodbye to the cabbage field, the elf who walked in front was the first to explain, "He just wanted to ask if we had lost our way." After all, no one has walked this path for many years, especially me, an old fellow who doesn't often dream. ”

"You're saying that the cricket is the same as us, a human?" Marcus, in mushroom form, waved his arm awkwardly to make up for the surprise that the appearance could not show. He thought that the change between himself and the Green Staff was exaggerated enough, no matter how strange their appearance was, they still had vague humanoid limbs. But a huge cricket, it was beyond the imagination of the king's hand.

"Of course not, how can you have such an idea? The image of the dream world is still quite subtly connected to the real world, and if you have never experienced flying, then you will not grow wings. The old elf shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"But it's a cricket, can he fly on six legs in reality?" the mushroom man asked even more suspiciously, frowning, if he still had eyebrows. The strange scene here has driven him crazy, and the common sense of the outside world that he has accumulated as a human being is gradually being broken.

"Hehe," Atwood laughed for a moment, stopping before making Marcus even more upset, patting him on the shoulder, "though it's quite rude to mention someone else's real-life identity here. But it's okay to reveal a little. The gentleman we just met, he does have wings when you're awake, and as for the extra two arms, the dragon always has time to adapt to this change, right?"

"Why—" The King's Hand opened its mouth wide to reveal its tongue twisted into mycelium, "You say he's a dragon!"

"Shhhhhhhh After a few moments, when the elf was sure that there was no third pair of ears around, he said to the latter in a serious tone, "I remember I warned you that it was best to keep quiet. Even if it doesn't really threaten someone's real life, it's still uncomfortable for privacy to be revealed, right?"

The mushroom man nodded, apologetic for his actions. And he also thought that if the green rod hadn't deceived him, then this so-called dream world was probably far greater than he imagined, you know, even the dragon was willing to indulge in the place must have its own uniqueness. It also gave Marcus some confidence in curing his headache.

After that, the two of them traveled through many places and saw more incredible scenery. According to Greenstaff, dream beings who own their own territory are most likely to have fallen into a deep slumber in the real world, or have simply abandoned their flesh and blood bodies to leave their consciousness here. This statement made Marcus unconsciously think of heaven or the kingdom of God described in many religions. The only difference is that he doesn't see any signs of worship in the dream world, which doesn't seem to belong to any god's residence.

"How long are we going to go?" asked the Hand of the King as the sun and moon passed overhead for the third time, he did appreciate the trip, but he had not forgotten the affairs of the outside world. Escaping is not his preferred option. Facing and solving the difficulties that pile up in front of him is Marcus's style.

Atwood stopped, a one-man tall dandelion lawn in front of him, and the old elf turned to look at Marcus, "I've been waiting for you to ask this question, and now we're here." As he spoke, tapping his cane lightly on the ground, the dandelions broke away from their branches and flew towards them in a breeze.

The white fluff obscured all vision, and when the large number of dandelions dispersed, Marcus was surprised to find that the front of what was supposed to be a lawn had become a dense forest, but it was just a forest, and from a distance it looked more like a dense part of the vegetation with many tree branches passing through the ground, intersecting and blocking each other in front of them. Greenstaff nodded when he saw the forest, turned to look at his companions, and walked towards the forest first. Marcus didn't want to be separated from his guide here, so he hurriedly followed.

"Do you have any guesses about your headache?" This was the first time that the old elf had taken the initiative to mention the purpose of the trip after entering the dream realm.

The Hand of the King was silent for a moment, "I'm afraid not. The pain was sudden, without warning, like a nail in my head, but I couldn't be sure if it was in that location. It was a terrible feeling. ”

"Of course. "Because it's not your body that's causing your headaches." And, to be precise, it's not the headache that bothers you, you treat it as a headache because your limited knowledge can only explain it that way. ”

"But... If what you say is true, what is tormenting me?" If he had heard the old elf's words before, Marcus would not have believed it. But the scenery along the way has made it impossible for the knight to distinguish between what is real and what is false. He could only judge that Atwood didn't mean to harm him, and since that was the case, the other party's words could still be believed.

"Actually, I've been observing you all the way, and I have some very vague speculations about your condition. But the stakes are high, and I need to take you to visit the master of this forest. He is an expert in this area. The old elf raised his head as he spoke, looking at the seemingly endless canopy of trees in the sky, "Are you right? ”

A shadow flashed between the branches, so fast that one wondered if it really existed. Soon, however, it jumped back and forth between the branches and leaves in the air with increasing frequency, and finally came to a stop on a branch about five meters in front of them. A humanoid creature stood up, most of its body obscured by the leaves, and Marcus only remembered that the creature had eyes that he had never seen before, not the eyes of any creature he knew. Just by seeing these eyes, the hand of the king had an urge to bow down.

"If I say it's wrong, will you believe it?" The creature's voice came from above, male and female, ethereal, impossible to judge. "Since you've brought him here, you know the crux of his problem. Why tease me again. Or are you afraid I've forgotten you?"

Atwood laughed twice and knelt down on one knee with a cane, "Long greetings, I hope you don't mind." Then he stood up, facing Marcus, and said with his hands outstretched, "O human from the Northern Kingdoms, allow me to introduce to you the most noble being in this dream world! He exists before all dreams, after all dreams, he is the guardian of the night, the gatekeeper of the secret tunnels! he is the mentor of my generation, the lord of all those who yearn for nature! he is, the king of Emerald!"