"Are you awake?"

A sudden greeting came from the direction of the campfire, waking Barritt a little from his sleep. He went down the way, only to find nothing around the campfire.

Barrett was a little confused, he looked at the bonfire, the flame was small and soft, and under the burnt wood lay embers, and the embers followed the majesty, flickering and flickering, pregnant with the energy to burn again.

"It seems not. The flames sounded again.

Am I still in a dream? No, it can't be, the adventurer's keen instincts came back to him again - this is tonight's camp, and I'm awake.

Barrett stood up and looked at the campfire again.

No, there wasn't anything around the campfire, but a small guy was obscured by the bonfire and the soup pot, and it was the dwarf Mapra.

"Woke up, just a little dizzy. Barrett rubbed her head and replied.

In fact, he has not fully recovered from the dream, and his brain is still stuck at the junction of dream and reality, in a trance. The brute touched his forehead and found that it was covered with fine beads of sweat. He looked at his body and feet again, where petrified cowhide armor and dragonskin boots were protecting them.

This couldn't help but make him breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and the yellow sand and the dark red sky were hidden, and the yellow sand had turned into mist to obscure the sky, and the tall fir tree that reached into the sky now had many cousins slightly inferior to it.

No, not slightly inferior, but far worse, Barrett thought to himself. None of these fir trees scattered throughout the forest were able to grow gold coins from their bark. They're just stupid and have a head, but they don't have much value.

"Excuse me, I seem to have slept?" Barrett rubbed his face vigorously to make himself more awake.

After the half-elf, it should be his turn to be on duty at night, and after him is the dwarf's class. At this time, it was not a long time before dawn, which meant that he slept almost all night.

"Nothing. The dwarf replied simply. He casually made the campfire with a short branch, and after a long time, he said a rare long sentence, "The way of night duty is unfair to you, you need some rest." ”

No, I don't. Barrett moved his body, but didn't explain much. Although the midnight duty will divide the break into two quarters, which will be more fragmented, it is not a difficult task for him.

Barrity's years of adventure allowed him to fall into a deep sleep in a very short period of time, in order to better recover from his fatigue and energy. And Barrett not only has a keen sense of perception, but also has an inherent rhythm in his body, which can even make him wake up at any time he wants.

In the previous few days, Barrett never needed the half-elf to wake him up, and he could wake up automatically for the shift. And this time, the half-elf, out of kindness, also did not call him.

Barrett looked in the direction of the half-elf, and found that the latter was lying sideways on a blanket of orange-red unrecognizable material with his head resting on his head, his body gently undulating, as if he was asleep.

This is a warm-hearted fellow, Barrett thought, but I wish he had woken me up from my sleep.

Without the strange hole in the tree that had sucked him in, Barrett didn't know when he would have been able to get out of his dreams. Although the dreams were bizarre, he had never had such a special dream—absurd, but real.

Until now, Barrett could still feel the center of his eyebrows, as if there was a hot ball left there, and he subconsciously scratched it, knowing that it should be his own delusion.

Well, delusion.

He finished moving, walked to the campfire, sat down, and saw a dead jay and a small snake just over a meter long at the gnome's feet.

"Was it calm last night?" he asked.

"It's fine. Mapra uttered only two words and said no more.

Barrett knew that this dwarf's personality was like this, so he didn't care. It's just that the two of them just sat dumbfounded and silent, which really made the atmosphere a little embarrassing.

After a long time, Barrett spoke again, "Hopefully we can meet a second frostworm today, so the mission will be complete." When we go back, we can choose another route, without passing through the Magic Palace Rose, I always feel that the atmosphere there is a little weird. "Just like now," if we're lucky, we'll pass by a lake that the people of Bay of Pigs call "Charr's Eye," and there are a lot of blue-scaled devilfish in the lake, their scales are magical, and they should sell for a decent price. Although this fish is extremely difficult to catch, with the help of Will Mage's magic, we think we should be rewarded. After all, no one is going to have trouble with gold. He smiled

The gnome nodded, "The boss decides." ”

The atmosphere was quiet again.

After a long time, Mapra suddenly spoke first, "It doesn't seem like a dream, does it." "Sweet dreams don't wake people up, they only make people addicted, and nightmares are the opposite." ”

Barrett was a little stunned by the gnome's words, he didn't know why Mapra asked this, "It's not a dream. He muttered, "Though I dreamed of a priceless tree, and its bark was covered with gold coins, I had to spend all my strength in the dream, but I only got one from the tree. ”

"It's really frustrating. The dwarf smiled, it was the first time Barrett had seen the little man's smile, if the stiff corners of his mouth were a smile.

After laughing, Mapra added, "Dreams are a wonderful world. He looked up at the brute, "You should tell that I was an assassin before I became an adventurer. ”

Barry nodded, both assassins and thieves liked to wield daggers, but they had very different feelings.

"The old man who taught me the trick once told me that every time he killed his target, he liked to stand by their bed and watch them fall asleep. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Barrett felt that the dwarf's hoarse voice seemed to mellow with the words, "If those people have a sweet dream, the old man will wait a little longer so that they can enjoy the dream for a few more moments, and if it is a nightmare, the old man will immediately give them relief." ”

The dwarf's words seemed to become extraordinarily much, Barrett thought to himself. Hopefully, this guy doesn't have the weird fetishes of his teacher, and he doesn't want to have a dwarf watching him quietly every time he sleeps.

Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable.

"I hope you won't give me relief. Barrett half-joking.

"No, I don't have that habit, don't worry. The gnome looked at the campfire and whispered, "It's just that anyone can be curious about a person who dances in his dreams." ”

"I moved while I slept?" Barrett was a little surprised. He never thought he had a habit of moving around in his sleep, and the lovely people in the thorny tents said that he slept like a baby, and he always regarded that as a compliment.

You slapped your forehead, and your voice was loud, as if you had done something in a dream that made you very upset, and as if you were impatient with being harassed by flying insects, and you were angrily driving them away. But then the unconscious spasms in your body confirmed me that you were still in a dream. "But it's nothing, though, and you sleep at least more honestly than Moglock." ”

The ogre's muffled snoring and shrill grinding of teeth sounded at the right time, as if echoing the gnome's words.

Barrett didn't know how to explain it, so she could only repeat, "Because, that's not a sweet dream." ”

But it doesn't count as a nightmare either. It's just that it's confusing.

"Whether it's a sweet dream or a nightmare, eventually we all wake up. The dwarf's voice went from hoarse to round, from round to slightly magnetic. "Whether you wake up upset or happy, it has nothing to do with reality. ”

Yes, you will wake up eventually;

yes, nothing to do with reality.

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