The being known as the Emerald King has no intention of leaving behind the leaves that cover his body. He looked down condescendingly at Marcus and Atwood, and his ethereal voice rang out again, "King Emerald is what you called me, and I never wanted to rule or govern this place. Human, you are not a resident of this place, so you don't need to call me by that name like them. You could just call me in the mortal world, Glenn. ”

Hearing that King Emerald, who was so revered by the old elves and even regarded as a monarch, allowed himself to call him by his name, Marcus's nerves immediately tensed, and the shrewdness of being the hand of the Blue Lion King regained control of his thoughts. He looked at the green staff beside him, and of course could not discern any expression on the latter's hair-covered face, and then bowed his head deeply, and said in the most humble voice that his body could produce, "It is my honor, Your Majesty. ”

"Only Glenn, no, Your Majesty. King Emerald sounded a little unhappy, and his voice raised a little. And with his will, the branches of the entire forest began to tremble, and a large number of leaves fell from the sky, making the forest even more psychedelic.

However, this psychedelia is limited to the onlooker, and Marcus does not find the scene in front of him interesting. Although he didn't know why, his title undoubtedly angered the emerald king. The King's Hand looked at Atwood blankly, and he thought that the title he had just given was the most complete thing he could think of. He didn't understand why the other party was angry. As for calling a ruler by his name, it wasn't in Marcus's options in the first place, and he was educated to do so.

Greenstaff had apparently noticed this, and he understood that Glenn's words were anything but polite, and that Marcus's humility was not for the most part, but that the two were in different circumstances, one had become accustomed to treating all the people he met as friends in his dreams, while the other was still limited by the clear hierarchy of human society. That's why the old elf felt he had to come along, and he had to make sure that there was a chance for the two to talk.

"Since His Majesty asked you to call him by name, you just called it. He is unlike any king in your society and will not be offended by this. ”

Marcus the Mushroom Man nodded helplessly, "Well, if you wish." Glenn, right?"

The branches and leaves stopped trembling, and the leaves that had been floating in the air and had not yet fallen to the ground were randomly attached to the nearby trees under the influence of an invisible force. Strangely, Marcus clearly saw a poplar leaf grow from the stem of a jujube tree after it stopped on a jujube tree, and naturally merged with the latter. But the Hand of the King no longer knew why he should be surprised, and he even began to think that the sight was a normal situation. Before this feeling affected him further, Marcus decided to get out of here as soon as possible.

"I think we should get back to business, you said you've found the crux of my headache. So, what kind of condition does this refer to?"

"No, no, no, no, it's not a disease. The King's body writhed restlessly behind the blades, and it felt like a cheetah was spying on its prey, looking for an opportunity to strike. "It's not a condition. A condition is a non-benign change in your body, it may be aging, mutation, or something else. But it must be from the flesh. But now, you should still feel the headache, right? It's just that it's vague and you can't be sure. ”

After this reminder, Marcus did feel something affecting him. It was a strong sense of distortion, a feeling that prevented him from looking at the things in his dreams in a serious state. But is this a reason for the headache in reality? Marcus couldn't be sure. And just as he was struggling, Atwood spoke again.

"There is no doubt that no one who comes here will be as calm and indifferent as you. Marcus Tellerreal, this so-called dream is actually more real than the world you know. And your intellect and purported rationality don't make you exempt from vulgarity, so there must be some other reason preventing you from engaging further into the world. ”

"But what could that be?" Marcus was completely confused, and he gave up on understanding the coded conversation between King Emerald and Green Staff, and directly sought answers. He wouldn't have done it in normal times, but he's really a little out of his mind right now.

"Soul, something is wrong with your soul. Humans from the northern lands. Emerald King, or Glenn, said, holding out a lizard-like scaly finger and shaking it gently, "You should look at yourself so you will understand." ”

"Whoa!" began to crack in the ground in front of Marcus, and the branches and leaves that made up the ground receded like living creatures, revealing a clear spring below. The spring water that gushes out of the white clouds becomes the best mirror, a complete representation of the present appearance of the King's Hand. Basically, Marcus already knew that he looked like a mushroom with legs and legs, but in the Emerald King's mirror, he found something that he couldn't see with his limbs.

It was a massive, intricately patterned dark purple mold patch that was densely populated on the sides of Marcus's body, the inside of the joints, and other places that were difficult to see directly. These mold spots resemble earthworms, wriggling beneath the mushroom man's skin, giving people the urge to pick them out with a knife.

"What are these!" Marcus grabbed at the spots with his hands, but didn't touch anything, which made him frantic and turned his head to ask the others loudly.

"They are a part of your soul, a part that belongs to you but does not belong to you. Simply put, that's the wisdom you get from the devil. Atwood said in a deep voice.

"You mean, my headaches are caused by them, but why? They never hurt me like this. Could it be that the devil is taking revenge on me?" asked the King's Hand in horror, not caring how the old elf knew his connection with the devil, but what he cared about the effect of the devil's wisdom on him. He was afraid that he had asked about Cheese, that he would lose his intellect and become a fool.

"Calm down, human. Calm down. The Emerald King's voice had an indisperable power that calmed Marcus in a panic, "Contrary to what you feared, the devil is dead, and the wisdom you have gained is now truly in your hands. ”