Arthur woke up from a dream in which he saw his chest pierced and he fell to the ground weakly. He subconsciously touched his intact chest, realizing that it was just a nightmare, and he vaguely remembered that at the critical moment, a mysterious person saved him. What about Eve? Arthur suddenly thought, and he hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, only to find that his body was as heavy as a stone. "Hmm......" His clumsy body slammed into the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he made a commotion that drew the shepherd. "You can't move yet. He helped Arthur up and put him back on the bed. "You...... Who ......" Arthur opened his mouth to ask, only to find that his voice was hoarse and terrifying. "I'll talk about it later, come, drink this bowl of medicine. He handed Arthur a bowl of potions with an indescribable taste.

Facing his savior, Arthur naturally didn't suspect anything, he took the potion and poured it in. The hot liquid flowed straight into his stomach, and then Arthur felt that something was wrong. "It's ...... Hmm!!" He immediately felt his body start to heat up, and gradually turned into a pinprick pain, and at the same time, his stomach was like a river overturning, and the cramping was incomparable.

Arthur couldn't stand this feeling, and at the moment he instinctively repelled what had just been in his stomach. "Vomit !!" An impulse surged into his head, and he couldn't bear it anymore, turning his head and vomiting. "Well, I didn't expect it to be so serious. The shepherd seemed to have anticipated this, and he said thoughtfully.

After a while, Arthur felt that his body was gradually returning to normal, and he coughed dryly, until he was sure that he no longer felt sick to his stomach. "My God......" the shepherd sighed, and Arthur didn't understand why he said that at first, until he noticed what he was spitting out—a mass, thick black liquid, ominous, and squirming like a living being.

Before Arthur could take a closer look, the shepherd thrust the stick into the strange liquid, and then he muttered something incomprehensible: "If all things have a spirit...... and as soon as his voice fell, the liquid seemed to be ignited, evaporated violently, and then disappeared into the atmosphere.

When it was all over, the shepherd breathed a sigh of relief and was pleased with the outcome of his efforts. "I didn't expect it to be successful once. He put the stick away, and Arthur had a vague feeling that it was more than just a simple stick. "You're okay for the time being, but it's hard to guarantee that there will be some sequelae and the like, probably, it's the first time I've seen a real, 'nightmare' like you. For some reason, he said, the atmosphere was a little awkward. "Ah, it's time for me to take care of my darlings, don't mess with the stuff here, it's a little ...... Some are dangerous. His tone was very strange and awkward, like he was talking to someone for the first time.

He turned away and didn't react until the footsteps were gone. "Wait!" He chased after him, he had a lot of questions to solve.

A few small houses, a small field, are planted with rare vegetables, and some medicinal herbs are planted around. Not far away was a fertile meadow, on which a small flock of sheep was quietly enjoying their meal.

On the small dirt slope on the side, the shepherds are quietly enjoying all this. "So, you're a shepherd. Arthur asked, recovering quickly from his injuries. "Not only a shepherd, but also a good shepherd, I know my sheep and my sheep know me. The shepherd said. "And you can call me by my name, Raul Beau. It's funny, I remember my name, I haven't told anyone in years. ”

"Bo? "Arthur, as a heraldic officer, had been forced to memorize most of the existing families, and some that had vanished, but he had never heard of the surname.

"Well, it looks like we've been in contact with the outside world for too long. Flower seemed a little surprised. "It doesn't matter, it's just an ordinary, hermit family. ”

"And I see your magic tricks. Arthur said. "Whatever that ...... 'nightmare' is, it doesn't belong to the world I know well, and you seem familiar with it. ”

"Yes, my family has a lot of research on this. Flower readily admitted. "What is that?" Arthur asked.

"'Nightmare,' that's what we call that thing in general. Flower explains. "It is not a substance that exists in this world, and there is no way to know where it came from, except that it is a terrible force that flows from hell. Flower said in a slightly heavy tone. "I don't really know about it, I've just heard a lot of rumors about it. But I've learned a few ...... to fight it. Skill. “

Arthur wondered why he didn't just say it was magic, and it wasn't something to hide. But he didn't ask anything, just patiently listened to him continue to explain.

"It is said that the nightmare was first born in the body of a knight who was tormented by breaking his oath. In order to get rid of his inner torment, he made a pact with the demon and sold his soul in exchange for salvation. As she spoke, Flower opened the book at his waist, and Arthur glanced at it, and found that it was all blank. “...... He didn't intend to seek power, but instead of redemption, the devil deceived him, and instead of being redeemed, he committed an even greater sin - power that had lost him, and he had stabbed his comrades, loved ones, and loved ones by mistake. Eventually, he chose to commit suicide and cursed the power he had gained before he died, and whoever possessed it would incur bad luck. ”

"As far as I know, nightmares do bring great power, and I think you've experienced it. But at the same time, it hurts people so badly that someone in my family was briefly exposed to it, aged quickly within minutes, and died of a serious illness – before that he was a teenager. ”

“...... What about me? I don't feel like I'm getting old. Arthur asked, making sure he was as healthy as ever.

"Eighty percent has something to do with the lady who hasn't woken up yet. Flower said. "If you compare your body to a stream, the nightmares in her body are enough to fill the Blue Lagoon, and I can feel that the nightmares come from her sword. He said.

"Then she ......," Arthur asked hurriedly. Flower reached out to stop him. "I don't know why, but she's clearly not being devoured, just to make sure I still need to force the nightmare out of her body just in case. ”

"What are you going to do, can I help?" asked Arthur. "Hmm...... It would be best if my potion worked, but I don't have much hope. If not, there may be something you need your help with. ”