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"Is anything going on in the Southern Continent?"

"We've long since given up on intelligence gathering related to the Southern Continent." Don En interjected, "The Bailang Empire in the south is protected by death, and our spies basically can't penetrate it, with high risk and low reward, not to mention the highlands in the north, all those who enter are arrested and sent to work." ”

Trainor blinked, dragged the cat out and touched it a few times to hide his guilt:

"And what happened to Rune?"

"It also takes time for information to be transmitted." Raymond said, "It's impossible for the psychic link to cover Rune, so you can wait in peace." ”

"Oh...... Is there anything else going on? ”

"No, you guys go ahead and do what you have to do."

……

Emlin's bedroom was between the first and second floors, and the fire had reached the top floor, but it was only raging outside his bedroom door.

The church, which had already undergone a demolition blockade and was not yet fully completed, was once again devastated.

The heavy curtains that were several meters high had gradually turned into ashes in the flames, the wooden engravings and windows on the walls had been burned to charcoal, and although the new and sturdy structure of the house had not been affected, the whole church began to become an empty shell with only skeletons.

Emlyn didn't realize all of this and was still asleep.

He didn't know what was going to happen tonight, so he finished his evening prayer early and went to bed an hour ago.

In the midst of a chaotic and vague dream, he suddenly trembled a little, and then his will suddenly became much clearer, but he was still drowsy and tired, as if he was going to fall asleep again in the next second.

Emlyn had a vague sense of what was happening, and the discomfort of not being able to open his eyes while holding on to it without falling asleep reminded him of when he was a young child and was home-schooled by an elder. Although he was a well-known educator in his family, he was knowledgeable and lived a long time, but he was old-fashioned and uninteresting, whether it was history, literature, or any subject, he could make Emlyn sleepy.

In such a state, Emlyn felt as if time had passed extraordinarily long.

After a while, perhaps half a minute, or perhaps half an hour, he suddenly heard someone say something in his ear:

"Stop the confrontation with the 'Deep Blue Priest' Redel Valentine, and consider accepting the Thunder Church's arrangement."

"And those believers don't matter, Mother Earth God has already shared the anchor throughout Rune, and she doesn't care about the people around here."

"It's not a bad choice to be able to survive better in Beckland."

"Unless, you have plans to go to Fenerport, the situation in Beckland is complicated, and a god like you is more suitable to return to China to cultivate."

Emlyn tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids trembled as if they were glued to him, and in the dim world of dreams, he exerted all his strength to question the sudden voice:

“…… You're a helper of Dadar? ”

The Power of Dreams...... Someone invaded my dreams...... It should be a demigod in the "audience" way, right?

It could also be a "nightmare", a high-sequence nightmare...... There are also many people in the Night Church who have chosen to join the Thunder Church...... No, it should be the "audience", and the "nightmare" only shapes the dream, and cannot control the behavior of others by speaking in the dream......

Their "hypnosis" was not the same, and Emlyn did a similar homework, but he hoped that he would not be of use in the future.

Emlyn furrowed her brow a few times, trying to gain consciousness.

…… That's right, the "audience" is also an adjacent route to the "storm", and it is not surprising to hear that the members of the Psychological Alchemy Society who are still alive in Beckland have all fallen to Rune, and they are on the side of the Thunder Church...... This guy wanted to plant a psychological cue for me to be obedient or just leave, but I suddenly woke up in a dream? Damn, he's at least a demigod!

After thinking about all this, Emlyn immediately had a candidate in mind.

It must be the "former royal advisor" who appeared in the information given to me by the High Deacon, Herwin Lambis!

It seems that I have heard someone say before that the guy's character is not very good, and his personality is very arrogant, he will sneak into other people's hearts to steal information, plant hints in his favor, and his humorous and gentle personality in front of the people and nobles is only a disguise from him......

In fact, his train of thought was not as efficient as he thought, and Emlyn thought of a lot of things in a daze, and his thoughts were like bubbles popping up, incoherent, and maybe even incoherent. His thoughts became sluggish and not so sharp, and he didn't expect that muttering in front of an "audience demigod" who had already entered his dream was completely revealing himself.

Of course, he didn't realize that the other party seemed to wait until he had thought about it all before he continued to speak.

"Oh? can still answer questions, it seems that there is always something special about the gods. ”

This sentence dispelled Emlyn's doubts, and he didn't understand why he was able to maintain his sanity in the dream suggestion of a demigod in an audience, although it was not much.

The other party sneered:

"You don't need to ask that much."

"Going to Fenerport is the best thing you can do, where you have much better treatment and conditions than you have now, and you are more respected, isn't it. You just need to know that you shouldn't get involved in the Bakeland situation, it's the general trend. ”

After a long while, Emlyn spoke:

"Let me go, that's what you're for? What's in it for you? ”

The other party behaved unusually patiently: "You don't need to know. ”

Emlyn was not discouraged, he was just about to continue to test the information, when suddenly he reacted:

"You're stalling for time!"

Suddenly, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began to try to get out of the dream. To his surprise, he didn't wake up to much resistance, and as soon as he woke up, he saw smoke billowing from the roof of his bedroom. Before Emlyn could react to what was happening, the door to his bedroom collapsed, and flames rushed along the oxygen into the safe, confined space, engulfing him in an instant.

……

The ballroom has been transformed into a chaotic slaughterhouse.

Herwin Lambis could not describe what he saw, the men did their best to unleash their usual accumulated malice and resentment towards each other, the screams of the ladies vibrated his eardrums, and the floor was littered with precious jewels and ornaments. Normally, any item would require two years or more of a good lady's salary, and the average family would have regarded it as a family heirloom if they could get one, but now these things are scattered to the ground in a haphazard manner, with blood and corpses.

Herwin, who had always been very concerned about maintaining the stability of his mind and spirit, tried to leave the banquet when the chaos had just begun to erupt, but now the anger and irritability were too intense for him to think, and even to discern his direction.

"Enough!"

He let out an angry roar, his pupils suddenly erected, and the demigod-level "Dragon Power" rushed towards all the people around him like a tsunami. All the noise fell silent.

However, the scene he expected of everyone dropping their weapons and starting to flee in disorder under deterrence did not happen.

After a moment of silence, when he ceased to continue to threaten, all the people who were still alive turned their eyes to him in unison.

"Get out of here!"

Herwin Lambis hadn't completely lost his mind, he remembered that this one was a baron, that one was a viscount, this one was a hereditary councillor of parliamentarians, and that one was lying on the ground some nobleman he couldn't remember for a while...... Although he looked down on anyone here on an equal footing, he still did enough to manipulate this state apparatus, after all, what else would he manipulate if there was no management? But just as he was thinking about remembering the identities of these men, someone had already raised his gun at him, and the bullet slammed into his forehead.

It wasn't loud, but it managed to make Herwin Rambis go into a rage.

He tore through a nearby tray, shattering the other's skull, and then lunged at another person who made him feel noisy.

……

Velma, who couldn't sleep for a long time, pushed her husband: "Honey, I'm restless. ”

After a busy day of surgery, Allen, who was already in a blur in the warm quilt at the moment, was pushed twice before he reacted, he hummed, closed his eyes and said vaguely: "Close your eyes and calm your breathing......"

Velma had no choice but to give up the idea of saying a few words to her husband, lay on the side, closed her eyes, and counted quietly.

She didn't want to disturb Alan's sleep, which he hadn't slept well for some reason since returning from a trip to East Chester County last week. He's sure he's never had insomnia or something like that, but he also has to admit that he can't sleep when he's stressed out at work, but why is this happening when he's just coming back from a trip to relax? Alan had to think that he hadn't adapted to it for a while.

"Actually, it's not like I can't sleep......"

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only fall asleep for a short time every day, and even during his sleep he would have all kinds of strange dreams, and when he woke up, he was extremely tired, as if he had gone out for a five-kilometer night run instead of sleeping. After four or five days of staying up like this, and almost making a mistake in an operation, Alan finally couldn't bear it and complained to his friend who used to be the priest of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

His friend comforted him and gave him a sachet to help him sleep.

I don't know if it's the psychological effect, or if the sachet really has an effect, Alan got a rare good night's sleep that night.

— but before he could sleep until dawn, their youngest son, Will, let out a sharp and violent cry. The maid who was in charge of taking care of the children couldn't be coaxed well, and in the end, the couple woke up in the middle of the night and sacrificed the rest of the night's sleep to finally get Will back to sleep.

Velma sighed, counting but failing to put her to sleep, and opened her eyes, whispering to herself as if she were talking to Alan.

"Yesterday afternoon tea, I chatted with Mary and the others, and I heard that the recent economic environment is not very good, and I heard that the neighbor who lives on the front street failed to invest in stocks and went bankrupt."

"But it scared me because I was going to invest in that stock, but luckily I hadn't made up my mind yet......"

"Two days ago, the youngest son of the family who lives on the street broke his leg and seems to have gone to your hospital for treatment."

The bedroom's new curtains are so thick that they block out almost all of the light outside, and a small gas sconce in the corner emits a soft orange glow. In her whisper, it didn't take long for Velma to hear Alan's breathing become steady and long. Seeing that her husband was already asleep, she unconsciously lowered her voice and whispered to the ceiling like a lullaby:

"Will doesn't cry anymore these days, and sleeps every day, but it's much better than before...... The old lady in our neighbor's house was getting worse and didn't seem to be able to survive the winter, but the child who had been unemployed in the family had finally found a new job......"

As she read it, she couldn't help but yawn and felt a little sleepy.

Velma closed her eyes, said goodnight to herself, and fell asleep.

TBC

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Velma was suddenly awakened by a scream.

She snapped her eyes open and found that her husband had sat up, his shoulders jerking violently and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She woke up instantly, quickly sat up, grabbed Allen's arm, patted the other party's back with her palm, and asked him nervously and concernedly, "It's okay, honey, did you have a nightmare?" I'll ask the maid to pour you a cup of hot water. ”

"There is a snake ......"

Alan was stunned, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, and his wife's reassurance played a little role, his pupils were a little dilated, and his voice trembled:

"A snake is chasing after me......"

"Snakes? What a snake, dear, you may be too stressed. Velma was a little worried, "I'll go pour you water." ”

She was about to lift the quilt and leave, but Alan grabbed her.

"Don't go out." Alan regained some of his senses, but was still uneasy about the sight in his dream, and he kept scanning the room in a frightened state and looked at the dark corners a few more times in fear, "Maybe it hasn't left yet." ”

"Just a nightmare, you're awake now." Velma had to continue to comfort the other party, "What snake? ”

Alan froze, and he looked around again and right, and after a few seconds, he whispered:

"I had a dream in which a white figure told me that a snake was looking for me and that if I was chased, I would be killed, so he stayed with me and told me how to escape......"

"Then the snake appeared, and I saw it, with white scales, blood-red eyes, and a body bigger than our room! We kept running away and were almost caught up and eaten, and in the end, we ducked into a corner before we could barely shake it off. ”

After Alan finished speaking in one breath, he finally felt the fear in his heart decrease a little.

He looked down and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he looked up again, he saw that the light of the wall lamp was still soft, illuminating a corner of the wall painting. Alan didn't pay attention, he looked up along the corner and saw that the picture was a strange patch of white.

The white part seemed to flow slowly, and after a while, under his gaze, a red circle appeared on the screen.

"Velma?"

How can the picture on the painting change? Alan felt that something was not right, and he hurriedly shook his wife's shoulder: "That painting, when did you buy that painting?" Shouldn't there be a picture of us getting married? ”

He turned his head, and he = saw his wife looking at him with a cold look.

Looking at it again, where else did he have a wife, and he didn't lie on the bed in his bedroom at all.

Alan looked up in despair and realized that he hadn't actually run away.

An incomparably huge giant snake wrapped around the lower half of the body, the head of the giant snake hung high in the air, indifferently looking down at the prey that had been strangled and unable to move, and the red circle that appeared in the position of the "hanging painting" just now was the cold snake pupil.

The scaleless serpent opened its mouth slightly, and just as he waited for death to come, suddenly, he heard the baby's violent cry.

(End of chapter)