The dream world, the way of temperance.

Strangulation is pacing in the [Slow Snow Mountain].

He carried a lone lamp in his hand, and his other hand blocked his eyes.

A near-frenzied blizzard howled, and large snowflakes fell on his heavy fur. The tiger skin vest over his lion's fur kept out the chill even more.

This blizzard was also mixed with sharp ice particles, like sharp ice needles under the strong wind, but it did not cause him any harm.

This is the rule of the tardigrade snowy mountains.

Even if you endure the extreme cold to the bone, you must not speed up your pace.

Whenever he tried to speed up, the ice needles that would have avoided him in the wind would have cut his skin as his movement speed changed.

The faster he walked, the more the ice hurt him. If you run at full speed, you will be pierced in an instant.

And if you stop where you are, the deep cold you feel on the soles of your feet will become clearer and clearer. If you stop for too long, the blizzard will bury you directly.

Beneath this thick layer of snow, I don't know how many bones have been buried.

Most of them are because they can't stand this bone-chilling poison, and they subconsciously want to take two steps faster.

But when I was cut by those ice needles, I didn't feel anything at all—my skin had already been frozen and unconscious from this deep cold wind. Not to mention the fact that those "ice of temperance" were meant to be analgesic.

When they find that they have been cut all over their bodies and bruises at some point, most people have begun to lose their physical strength due to blood loss and body temperature dropping due to injuries.

If you don't get out of this snowy mountain before you run out of energy, you will be buried by the snow because of your slower movement speed.

And once it accelerates, it will be injured again......

Thou shalt not be presumptuous, and thou shalt not be lazy.

This is the "way of moderation."

Strangler is slowly moving forward against the snow...... In order not to leave here, every distance he traveled, the strangulation had to reverse and go the same distance backwards.

And so on and so on for two days.

Warmed up by the fire of anger, he could continue to do this......

Anger, revenge, love – when this intense emotion that can coalesce into a flame manifests itself in a dream, it becomes a flame that burns in the body. And just like reality...... Rational anger, a desire for revenge, and great love can all make people endure pain for a longer period of time.

Only by attaining the restraining power of the way of temperance can the shape of anger be restrained and transformed into various forms.

When the strangulation turned around again, he saw a young man with a dark blue ponytail and a bright smile appear behind him at some point.

"Good evening, Godfather."

Strangler said in a deep voice.

His back was always slightly stiff due to the damage of the Psychic Disease, but even so, he was more than 1.9 meters tall, and his arms, which were thicker than the barber's thighs, looked very oppressive.

"If it weren't for your vest, it would be quite protective in this snow."

The barber looked at him and teased, "Your coat color is really a little indistinguishable here." Should I say it's okay that you're a lion in clothes? ”

The clothes of the strangulation look like "martial artists".

He wore loose-fitting ankle-bound trousers and hunted and agitated under the strong winds.

The jacket consisted only of an open tiger skin waistcoat, which was made of his own white lion fur.

If it weren't for the trousers and waistcoat, his own coat color would have blended in with the slow snowy mountains.

"You look like you're in a good mood today?"

Looking at the barber, who always had a smile on his lips, Strangled glanced at him and walked in the right direction: "Follow me, but don't speed up...... If you can't keep up with me, tell me. I'll slow down.

"Uh-huh, I know. You told you the rules the last time you came. It's only been three or four days, and I haven't forgotten it. ”

The barber looked left and right at the monotonous environment of the slow snow-capped mountain, but it seemed to be very fresh.

He said in a rather brisk tone: "I think that the process of walking on this snow-capped mountain is also a part of cultivation. It is also a penance to accept pain and hone one's mind.

"In reality, this level of austerity would have left an incurable wound on the body.

"But in the dream world, as long as you enter the next area, all the damage and pain you endure in the previous area will turn into the power of magic.

"Just by enduring suffering, you can increase your heart and strength without really paying the price – is there a better place for asceticism? If they can't leave from the Slow Snow Mountain, it only means that they really don't have the talent for 'temperance'.

"But if you don't have the talent for temperance, you shouldn't have entered the door of temperance. Then there is only one answer......

"—that's the thief of the power of dreams."

A bright smile full of malice appeared on the barber's face: "I don't have the compatibility of 'temperance power' at all, but I followed someone else's map and stepped into a door that I would not have entered, and knocked on the door with the answers copied from others." It is a matter of course to be sanctioned and punished by the dream world. ”

"You do look like you're in a good mood today."

The strangulation head didn't look back and let out a cold voice: "There are a lot of words today." ”

In his cognition, although the barber is not taciturn, he is somewhat restrained emotionally.

But today, the barber could hardly suppress the excitement and excitement......

With his character, this kind of emotion can appear. There must have been something particularly good about that.

"Indeed."

The barber's mood gradually cooled down.

But the strangulation didn't have to look back, he knew that he must have a smile on his face.

Because the smile in the words couldn't be hidden: "You can't imagine what I did." ”

"You say."

"I killed Director Kamalse."

The barber smiled brightly: "An elf director." ”

Hearing this, the strangulation suddenly stopped.

He looked back in disbelief: "What did you say?" ”

"Huh. Sure enough, you have to be a knowledgeable person to understand the gold content of this great cause. ”

The barber let out a soft breath of white air.

He raised his head and said in a sonorous voice, "Go out and preach it, it doesn't matter.

"You can go out and preach that the Godfather designed to kill an elven director, and he's in a safe place. Even the head office was silent about it and had no intention of doing anything to him. As long as it is used well, this will become our best means of publicity. ”

“…… The stakes are high, and I'll have to verify it first. ”

The strangulation was silent for a while, but slowly shook his head: "It's really ...... It's unbelievable.

"But you're right about one thing. If this is true, it will be our greatest help......"

Strangler turned around, and as he walked ahead of Russell, he muttered in a low voice:

"Original...... Do elves also die? ”

His back to the barber, his pupils, which had always been unwavering and at most full of anger, were strongly shaken for the first time—

Amazement, admiration, shock – and the fire of irrepressible ambition slowly ignited.