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Bite.

A gold coin was tossed high and spun in the air several times before landing in someone's palm.

Mr. Wandering Magician lowered his head, looked at the front of the coin in his palm, frowned a little and slowly expanded: "Hermes's actions were indeed instructed by him, or according to his expectations...... what is in "Grossell's Travels"?" ”

"That should be a very important thing, otherwise it wouldn't be worth asking his subordinates to get it for him."

"I should have gone inside."

Mr. Wandering Magician put the gold coins away and whispered, "I wish I was where Hermes was." ”

Syllable! He snapped his fingers as a signal to fulfill his wish, but nothing happened.

The wandering magician didn't think it was strange, after all, it was not an exaggeration to be guarded by the other party, and it was normal for him to make a wish not to catch Hermes directly. After a few seconds of thought, He said again, "I wish I was by Groselle's Travels." ”

Syllable! He snapped his fingers again, and this time the image before him blurred for a moment, as if to teleport him somewhere with the power of the "door". He saw a somewhat desolate land overgrown with weeds, and several huge stone pillars hundreds of meters high, some leaning and some standing upright on the earth. But just as he was about to go, he was suddenly met with resistance from another force, resulting in a teleportation that was unsuccessful. After the blur and vivid colors faded in the blink of an eye, Mr. Wandering Magician found himself still in place, and had not appeared anywhere else.

After a moment of thought, he snapped his fingers again, and this time, the gray mist built an illusion of the kingdom of God around him, and his voice became ethereal and majestic:

"Let me be where Grossell's Travels is."

Suddenly, the colors around him became incomparably brighter.

Even though the resistance remained, the spirit world took the initiative to open the way for Him. The next moment, the wandering magician found that he was not in the spirit world, he only went through a transition in the spirit world, and passed through the spirit world to a slightly illusory world.

This world is no different from reality, except that the picture seems to have been blurred dozens of times, like what a highly myopic person sees after taking off his glasses, and the edge of any object has distortion in the eye, but when he gets closer, it seems to become clearer.

This is the dream land.

"'Grossell's Travels' was hidden in a dream by Hermes?"

Could it be that there is still the power of dreams in this book? The wandering magician had a clue for a moment, and couldn't figure out what the details were. At this point he was about to meet Hermes, so he should give his name along with his identity. And now he has already thought of the name of his new identity, and he gave it a name as early as when he made a funny seal like a "fully automatic wishing machine".

His name was Merlin Hermes.

It just so happened that "Hermes" and "Hermes" belonged to different variations of the same name, and the saying that the names had a occult connection at a high level was indeed not wrong, and he was not going to meet Hermes now?

After a period of unattended attention, the "automatic wishing machine" is now "selling" quite well, Mr. Merlin is responding to these wishes according to his mood, and most of the wishes are made by ordinary people, including but not limited to "I hope that my home will be restored to its original state", "I will get a lot of money", "Flee to xxx", and a small number of "I hope my appearance will return to normal", "I hope that my family and I will be healthy again", and "I hope that my family members can be resurrected"......

The last one is the quickest to achieve, but at the same time, the wish-giver must leave their familiar hometown with their families.

He will not be stingy in fulfilling his physical desires, but he will also consider them according to the actual situation.

As for those who try to exchange a penny for ten thousand gold pounds, it is not enough to ask for help, and the simple greed will only make Mr. Merlin laugh, and then arrange for the other party to walk on the road and encounter a little prank willing to buy his organs or life for ten thousand gold pounds.

In addition to this, there was a slight desire to show the malice of human nature, and Mr. Wandering Magician heard a small group of people praying earnestly for this strange safe-like thing, begging that they could die like this, because they had no thoughts of this world.

There is only this wish, which Mr. Merlin is unwilling to fulfill at once.

He travels through the world of dreams, which connect many architectural assemblages in reality, and as you walk on a straight road, it gradually turns into a narrow alley, at the end of which a door appears, and when it is opened, it is not a room, but a large city center. The square in the center of the city was folded, and the streets and ground opposite rose vertically at 90 degrees, and the houses and buildings were all spread vertically into the sky.

Mr. Merlin looked at this bizarre scene, and felt a little nostalgic for a movie about dreams he had seen in the old days.

His intuition told him that every door and window around him might represent someone's mental world. And every brick and tile, grass and tree in the dream may be someone's dream.

"He should not have received the authority of dreams and hearts."

Merlin tugged at the brim of his hat and snapped his fingers bluntly, "I'm going to appear in the dream where Grossell's Travels is located." ”

The next moment, the world of the dream distorted rapidly, and the whole world spun and turned before His eyes, and then reverted to another appearance in an instant.

He appeared in an open space with a wooden door.

There were no walls around, and a wooden door stood bare and weirdly upright on the ground.

Merlin pushed the door open, and behind it was a wasteland of stone pillars, as if the remains of some kind of massive structure, as he had seen in his momentary hallucinations. There was no creature in the dream, only the familiar copy of Grossell's Travels lying quietly on the grass, falling a little crookedly, but the cover was clean.

He walked over and flipped through the book.

The story is over, and the epilogue on the last page reads, "Heroes from afar defeated the king of the north, and the people lived happily ever after." Although there was no trace of Hermes, Merlin knew that the other party must have entered the world of the book, so he thought for a moment and realized that he might have missed something, and even though the other party was Hermes, he should still bring a helper who is good at "dreams" or "hearts".

"Is Leonard okay?"

Leonard didn't think it would be good, but maybe it would be enough to bring Pales, but since it was Hermes, it was the spiritual aspect. It's a pity that Audrey is gone, otherwise I would have been able to ask for help directly if she was there...... Merlin sighed silently in his heart.

But that's okay, if you don't have one, then go steal some.

With the active fort here, he can use the power of the "thief", so how can Hermes's "heart" authority not be considered his own.

With that in mind, Mr. Merlin picked up the Grossel Travels and prepared to smear some of his own blood on it. He stared at his fingers for a while, and finally made a wish to obtain a drop of blood without self-harm.

It's still convenient to make a wish. As soon as such a thought flashed through Merlin's mind, a white snowstorm suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the goose-feathered snowflakes and biting cold wind, a city with an outer wall more than fifteen meters high stood not far away, and the gatekeepers in leather armor cowered in a place that could shelter them from the wind and snow, and as long as there was no caravan, they were not willing to come up to intercept ordinary pedestrians.

The magician straightened his top hat, looked around, spread his palm, and caught several snowflakes, only to feel that they were cold and cold, and soon melted into water in his hands.

"It's not a dream...... This is almost the real world, a world that is indistinguishable from 'reality'. ”

A piece of knowledge and vocabulary instantly appeared in his mind, and the name of a sequence 0 almost blurted out: "Visionary!" This is a world that has been imagined, and combined with the era in which it appeared, this book must have belonged to the dragon king, the dragon of fantasy, Angelweed...... It's incredible that a dragon king would set the final villain of the story as a dragon...... No wonder no one thinks of Him......"

If I want to do anything in the future, I can also deliberately lean in the direction of demeaning myself, so that I can mislead others.

"So that's the case, in such a fantasy 'real world', everyone also has a fantasy consciousness and soul, and the secret of this book should be hidden in the dreams of the people in this world, or in their subconscious ocean......"

With that said, Hermes should have gone straight to the point as soon as he came, having entered the ocean of the subconscious.

This touches on Mr. Merlin's blind spot in knowledge - there is no high-order seal on the source castle that is a "visionary", and he cannot "borrow" the psychic ability by making a wish. But there are always more ways than difficulties, and if you can't solve the difficulties, you can solve the people who bring difficulties.

Merlin snapped his fingers and said:

"I want me to be in Hermes right away."

……

The city of Pesot, in the middle of nowhere, has a stone building, a rough church, which needs to be polished.

The most conspicuous and delicate inside is an altar with a wooden cross and a tall figure carrying the cross.

The ascetic Snowman was sitting in the front row, facing the idol, his head buried, his eyes closed, and praying intently.

He was a middle-aged man who was not too old but had a slight wrinkle, dressed in a simple white robe that had been washed many times, with brown hair, and his bare arms, shoulders, calves, and feet covered with all sorts of old scars.

Earlier, an elderly male and a humanoid creature wrapped tightly in a cloth robe had come in the doorway of the church, unable to distinguish race and gender at all. Elderly males wear white robes that resemble their surroundings and some gold ornaments that are popular with the "sun", and they look quite statused. The lines of his face were soft, and his expression was old and gentle, with the air of a clergyman or a scholar.

They were so conspicuous, from every point of view, that the passers-by, the few believers in the church, did not look at them, and completely ignored them.

The humanoid creature wrapped in cloth robes stopped outside the church door, waiting without saying a word. The old man had entered the church, and the praying ascetic noticed the other's presence and his eyes widened in some astonishment.

“…… Are you His Highness Hermes? ”

Seeing the other party's face, Hermes, who had only seen the symbol of the Creator and came to pray, was also slightly stunned, and then his expression softened, and his pale golden eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness.

"It's me, I remember you." His voice was soothing, "You are one of the ascetics who took the cross and left, I forgot your name, but I remember your face and the day you left. ”

"Yes, it's me, it's an honor to be able to meet you, I've seen your portrait in the Holy Scriptures."

Snowman's face was full of surprise, and it was so glorious to be remembered by an angel that he forgot to even introduce himself for a while. He was about to speak when he heard Hermes laugh and ask:

"What kind of city is this, and how long have you been here?"

Snowman quickly put away the joy on his face and became serious and solemn:

"This is a city that has had heroes, and in the distant past, the evil dragon King of the North took over it, leaving it cold and barren all year round. It wasn't until much later that heroes from afar defeated the king of the north and brought warmth and spring back to the land. It's just that the names of those ancient heroes have not been passed down to future generations, and even their images have long been erased in time. ”

At this, his expression became a little regretful, completely unaware that he was telling his own story.

"This city, like its inhabitants, has all kinds of virtues such as generosity and gentleness, and it is said that the heroes of the past came from different races, so all races can coexist peacefully here, which is why I chose to stay here and preach."

Hermes had quietly listened to the words of the ascetic Snowman, and he suddenly laughed and asked:

"Are you homesick?"

"Where is your hometown?"

"Do you want to go back? How long have you been here, and have you ever wanted to return to the eternal warmth and happiness of the country where you were born? ”

"Homesick?" The ascetic Norman repeated the question, the dazed look in his eyes fleeting, and he replied firmly, "Your Highness Hermes, my hometown is at the foot of the highest mountain in the Eastern Continent, a small and peaceful village that lives by farming. I watched the sun rise over the top of the mountain every day, and from that moment on, I was determined to spread the sun's brilliance and the gospel of the Lord. ”

"I came to this town in the twenty-third year of penance and stopped here to preach the gospel of the Lord."

"I voluntarily choose the path of asceticism, give up love, stay away from enjoyment, do not hold power, polish my body, temper my spirit, serve my Lord, and from today onwards, never change, never change!"

As he said this, Snowman repeated his final vow twice, his eyes and words becoming more and more determined.

But on the contrary, there is an indelible loneliness and uneasiness in his heart. As an ascetic, he should not stop somewhere, he should keep going, keep talking, keep touching others with his actions, until the day he closes his eyes and dies in the sun.

His mood gradually became low, lost, and melancholy.

Clearly, he was infected by the corresponding memories in his subconscious.

He was accidentally injured during penance, spilled his blood, and was forced to end his vow, two or three thousand years ago.

Hermes smiled, reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder, drawing a cross on his chest: "You did a great job. You are a wonderful ascetic, I offended you, sorry, it was not you who wanted to go back, but me. ”

The unidentified creature outside the church door suddenly spoke, and the deep dragon voice of the dragon Erechog spoke:

"Does the being you believe in now allow you to bow down to the faith of the past?"

Hermes did not let the ascetic Norman hear this, and he replied, "There is always one sun in this world." ”

Snowman didn't understand why this sentence appeared suddenly, there was no cause and effect, but he thought that perhaps it was the angel next to the god who lamented that there were so many evil gods and hateful hidden beliefs in the world beyond the sun. So he closed his eyes and prayed earnestly to his Lord in his heart that all the people of this world would understand the greatness and splendor of the Creator, the Sun God.

Erechhogg also stopped making any other comments about Hermes's "want to go back" and so on, and he spoke again:

"It's time to go."

"Really, even the time to give me this old man nostalgia is so limited." Hermes said with a smile, and he got up from the prayer chair in the first row by pressing his knees, and before he could stand up straight, an extra hand suddenly came out of his shoulder and pressed him back.

Hermes turned his head and saw a young man in a top hat and a black robe appear on the empty seat next to him.

"Hello."

The young man pressed the brim of his hat as a salute and smiled politely: "I am a wandering magician, you can call me Merlin Hermes." If you don't mind, I hope to perform a magic trick on you. ”

Hermes was silent for a moment, and Erhehog outside the church began to slowly retreat, ready to flee at any moment. One person and one dragon can see at a glance that the other party is definitely not something that they can easily challenge, so they have to avoid direct conflict for the time being:

"What magic?"

I saw the young man smile and stretch out his hand, clench it into a fist, and hand it to Hermes's eyes, open it, and the palm of his hand was empty.

"Please."

He clenched his fists and disappeared into the seat beside Hermes, who suddenly felt a part of his body disappear, his authority blank, and the power of his mind to enter dreams and minds was gone!

"Your extraordinary abilities are mine."

TBC

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Amid the laughter of the magician's successful performance, Mr. Merlin first entered the subconscious ocean of "Grossell's Travels"!