It was said to be a face-to-face meeting, but when Marcus and Atticus actually sat down in front of the elven elder, the gray-white hair did not mean to wake up in the slightest. Even the buck he was leaning on didn't even open his eyes. The Hand of Kings was no one to be impatient, and he had heard rumours about the elves' eccentric personalities, and in that respect they were even more difficult than the blunt dwarves. Marcus looked at his companion and glanced at the Green Staff with an inquiring gaze, hoping that the Iron Knight would tell him what to do next.

This is also the first time that the Iron Knight has encountered such a situation. But even so, he knew that it was terrible to rush to wake up the sleeping old elf at this time. Atticus looked around at the two elves who had stopped them, and he saw them looking at him with disdain, as if he were looking after a donkey hanging a carrot in front of him. This made the Cavaliers realize that maybe it wasn't Atwood who was deliberately slacking off, but that they didn't really understand the demands of the meeting.

After a brief thought, the Grand Knight Captain dispelled the impossible speculation, leaving only one option that sounded a little ridiculous, but seemed worth trying. He looked at Marcus, the fat nobleman who was unpleasantly soiled by sitting on the floor, staining his pants. "Since Lord Atwood does not want to be awake to see us, let us go and find him in our dreams. ”

"What are you talking about?, Knight-Chief, is your head fine?" Despite having seen wizards and werewolves, Marcus had not yet adapted to the world's transcendence of his common sense. He froze for a few seconds when he heard Atticus's proposal, and then exaggeratedly twisted the muscles on his face, the sharp headache causing him to utter rather rude words without much thought.

However, the Iron Knight is not the kind of person who cares about subtleties, and he feels that Marcus, who is plagued by headaches, is more of a living person than a hypocritical oil painting figure than a pretentious aristocratic person. So he smiled and reached out to pat the latter's shoulder to ease him. "My head, if any, is not as serious as yours, my lord. Come on, there are some things that no one knows the result if they have not tried it. With that, Atticus untied the sword from his belt, and stuck the iron in the dirt in front of him to avoid the effects of the witch-hunting knife.

Seeing the great knight lying on the ground heroically, Marcus sighed deeply. He felt like he had sighed more in the past few days than in the years combined. Before the plague of nezumi broke out, there had never been anything that could have bothered the man who had stolen the devil's wisdom. The king's hand looked up at the sky, and the morning sun had completely left the horizon, and the cold in the air had lessened a lot. "I hope I don't catch a cold, but it's not worth it to die of a cold after curing a headache. ”

All three people around the campfire lay down, and when their eyes were all closed, the unthinkable happened. A large number of birds flew out of Atwood's hair, and these birds flew around the circular trajectory, chirping pleasantly, but those who were surrounded by them could not hear any noise. Marcus only felt that his consciousness was getting calmer and calmer, and the pain had not gone away, but it could no longer hurt his mind, which made him find the sleepiness he had not seen for a long time, at this time he no longer cared if he could really cure the headache, and taking this opportunity to get a nap was what he really needed at the moment.

Consciousness, sinking into the boundless and serene darkness, as comfortable as being wrapped in thick black velvet. After an unknown amount of time, time seemed to have lost its meaning in this space, and Marcus realized his existence again. However, he was surprised to find that he did not have a physical body at this time, but was just a glowing mass of matter, floating in the darkness. Marcus's light looked around, he had no eyes and ears, no sight or hearing, but that didn't stop him from seeing in a more magical way, he saw a lot of things from the darkness, there were pictures and sounds, which made him realize that it wasn't empty, but that it contained so much that it looked like it was pitch black.

When the Hand of the King thought this, the whole space changed, and the colors that existed in the natural world began to emerge, and his surroundings instantly became colorful. Leaves and branches make up the ground, and through the cracks in between, rivers of honey can be seen flowing over the white clouds. The sun with dragonfly wings and the moon with antlers chase and frolic above Marcus. Acorns the size of a carriage rolled past him like rolling stones, followed by beetles dressed in aristocratic attire in pursuit.

These absurd sights are not frightening, on the contrary, they even reassure Marcus. He couldn't tell why, but he felt that his mind, which had always been clear and tight, was finally relaxed in such a world. A large swarm of dandelion seeds flew by, and a man let go of his grip on the seeds, and fell lightly from the sun, his deer-like horns, his bloated body covered by long gray hair and beard, and his exposed limbs were only three thick fingers.

"Welcome here, Marcus Tellerreal, and welcome to the world of dreams. Atwood's voice came from under his beard, and he opened his palm to the visitor, and the seed in his palm quickly sprouted into a cane.

"Dream world, you say this is a dream?" Marcus said with his consciousness, and although he didn't have a mouth, the sound still came from his body.

Green Cane leaned his cane and walked towards the light, "Yes and no. This is not a simple dream, but it is indeed a dream. I don't know how to explain its existence to humans, so you just need to think of it as some kind of dream that multiple people can enter together. ”

Facing the approaching Atwood, the light group instinctively wanted to stay away, but there were no hands and feet, and there was no movement at all. At this time, the old elf had already come closer, and he let out a kind laugh and looked at Marcus, "Don't worry, imagine what you look like." It doesn't need to be very specific, just like a painter creates a landscape that he has only seen once. ”

Soon, many tentacles stretched out of the light cluster, which were entangled with each other, weaving into the skin and limbs, and a mushroom with short and thick hands and feet, eyes and mouth quickly appeared. Marcus looked at his new limb in surprise, obviously incredulous.

"That's a good job, a lot of elves can't define themselves so easily. But the short lifespan of human beings may be your advantage, and it makes it easier for you to see yourself. The three-fingered hairy monster happily touched the fur on his chest, if there was.

"So you're Lord Greenstaff?" Marcus asked the question half-incredulously.

"Oh, of course, who else would I be? I'm sorry to have led you and Mr. Atticus here, I think a lot of the problems here could be solved more easily. For example, a headache that bothers you. ”