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Clinos then said, "I need information and help, and I can count on believing you, Mr. Monk." ”

"Of course, Mr. Clinos, I have the best reason here to be hostile to the Imperial Guard. I am Hareth the monk, a servant of God. Never talk big, I'll help you, as long as I can do it. Brother Harris said.

"I believe you, Brother Harris, so I want you to stop your deliberate smear and tell me honestly about the corpses of the Wraith victims. Klinos said.

"No offense, those three people really died from unnatural forces, and they must be resentful. Brother Harris said, "The first body to be found was lying on the path west of the village. The body was covered in scars, some of which could not be healed, not only horrible in appearance, but also white bloodstained bones. We suspect that he was attacked and made it to the trail with the last of his strength. Of the remaining two, we found the bodies in the mountains and forests not far away. And their corpses, as if they had been eaten by some animal, had their limbs savagely torn off, and their internal organs were smeared to the ground. Of course many of their parts...... There is no way to find it. ”

"It sounds like a wolf attack, so why are you so sure of the Wraith?" asked Clinos.

"It's true that wolves can do it, but badly decomposed corpses are not something that wild beasts can do. "When their bodies were found, they were severely decomposed. Their complexion turned purple and green, and areas of their skin began to swell and blister, and blood flowed from holes all over their bodies. Cutting through their skin, the shadows of their muscles and internal organs were no longer visible, and all of them were rotted into red, stinky water. And the three hunters, who had complained about the scarcity of prey in the forest less than a day ago, turned into carrion corpses that had been old for several days in the blink of an eye. This isn't a supernatural ghost, what else could it be? Not to mention, we've seen it. ”

Klinus walked along the moonlit courtyard path, slowly walking and thinking, "Badly decomposed corpses are indeed a feature of a ghost attack. It seems that we will only know what is going on until we find the spirits. I guess Pendragon must have been involved in this, did he visit you here?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. I had hoped that Mr. Pendragon would enter the church, and that the righteous knight with the sword of the sages would surely shoot the wraith to death as worms, but he might have gone straight to the mountains to the west to look for clues. Harris said as he followed behind Clinos.

"If I were Ogst, I would also take the sword of the sage and go to the wraith without hesitation. But I'm not, and I'm not sure it's really a ghost. So I'd better stay here and be prepared. Klinos said.

"As you wish. ”

As he spoke, Klinos walked up to the demented woman looking at the moon.

"You said she was a mage before, and it's possible that her broken consciousness projected the illusion of a ghost, but the witness only saw some tricks. Clinos said, casting a transparent image of himself, saying, "Magic is an extension of consciousness, like our freely waving arms. Sometimes in dreams that are difficult for us to interpret, our arms involuntarily follow the movements of our minds. ”

The figure that Klinus conjured up, his face began to blur, and he slowly sat down beside the woman. At this time, the woman, who had not reacted, had tears in her eyes. There were no sobs or wailing, tears of happiness flowing. Slowly, another figure appeared on the side, not unlike a woman, with a translucent blue body like a ghost.

She plunged headfirst into the arms of Clinos' vision, as if to tell about the injustices of the years, or to complain about his untimely death, taking the faceless illusion for her dead husband. As she spoke, the woman began to laugh. It was as if nothing could separate the two of them anymore, neither the empire nor any obstacle. Her expression was as joyful and contented as if she had ascended from hell to heaven.

Harris couldn't hear what they were saying, but he was moved by the scene. The only remaining will of this woman who was tormented by the poison was to be reunited with her husband under the moon. Every time she saw the moon, her eagerness to go on a date made her manic. But every night in the moonlight, his husband was never seen.

"Do you know what they are talking about, Mr. Klinos?" asked Brother Harris.

"Parents are short, and some say that they have a nightmare. In the nightmare, her husband died, and she was sent to a dark prison. "She was very happy, it was just a dream, and the illusions that were not in existence would haunt her again." It's over. ”

Harris stood and looked at her and said, "But ......"

"It's over for her, it's all over. Clinos said, "If you were to choose to believe in a beautiful dream, and a cruel dream." Which one will you choose?"

"Reality is not a dream. ”

"You have made a choice, you have chosen to be loyal to a God you have never seen before, and you have chosen to preach God's Word among men. With the words in the book alone, you can devote yourself to it. If there is a beautiful situation comparable to 'reality' in front of you, you will definitely make a choice without hesitation. Klinos said.

"If so, why doesn't Mr. Clinos create a dream for himself?"

"Willingly, but I don't know how. Klinos said.

The illusions of the two magical projections faded away, leaving a wordless void in the lonely night. Look at the woman's face again, and her tightly held face is full of happiness.

Brother Harris couldn't help asking, "Do you think the other patients are like this, drunk and dreaming of death, immersed in obsession?"

"It's not just them, it's every one of us. It's just that in our obsession, there are many colleagues who accompany us to go crazy together. Klinus said: "Patriotism, bureaucracy, race, gold, gods, these obsessions collide in this great dream and form the world as we know it." Aside from our own thoughts, what else in the world can really be pursued?"

"Does Mr. Klinos know the answer to this question?" asked Brother Harris.

"It's a pity I don't know. So for the answers to the unknown, and all the questions to be solved, I sought the Stick of Truth. Clinos said, "People know the world by their own opinions." Our senses, on the other hand, imprison our minds in a cage that prevents us from getting real answers. Unable to glimpse the truth, we have divided and strife. If the Staff of Truth is truly the Almighty and All-Knowing Treasure, it is the key to turning this nightmare into a sweet dream. ”

"I look forward to the day when you find the Stick of Truth, and may God be with you and pave the way for you. Harris said.