The candles on the candlesticks are very peculiar, they burn without dripping wax, and it seems that it is not the candles that provide them with incendiary materials, but some other unknown thing.

Leo didn't care about that, as long as it could provide light.

As he went deeper, Leo could feel a slight itch in his ears as he felt a light breeze blowing through his ears.

Walking all the way, fortunately no monsters appeared, and soon, a semi-arc exit with a shimmering light appeared in front of it.

Standing not far from the exit, Leo squinted slightly, looked vigilant, and slowly approached, his right hand clenching his long sword, as he prepared to attack.

Soon, he was near the entrance of the passage.

The not-so-dazzling light cast on Leo's eyes made him squint subconsciously.

It was only after his eyes adjusted that he saw the scene outside.

Outside the passage is a space that resembles the bottom of a well, covered with black silt and stagnant water, as well as some unknown low aquatic weeds.

Most of the wall of the well is covered with moss, and on one side of the wall of the well, a metal ladder with a rusty surface is nailed.

The space at the bottom of the well is not large, and it is only the width of a person's arm, and the only thing that may be dangerous is the silt and stagnant water that cannot be seen clearly.

Leo picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at the mud.

The pebble slashed a parabola in mid-air and smashed into the mud with a slight "thud".

The sound was not like entering water, but like falling on the ground.

But Leo was not careless, he bent his body slightly, his eyes fixed on the silt at the bottom of the well, and he could do it at any time if there was any movement.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement at the bottom of the well except for the initial sound of stones falling to the ground.

Leo's hanging heart was slightly lowered.

He cautiously walked to the bottom of the well, and stabbed down with the long sword in his hand.

"Bell!"

The sound of metal and hard objects colliding sounded, and Leo's heart finally relaxed completely.

This layer of silt and stagnant water is only looking deep, but in fact it is only a shallow layer, and there is a hard rock underneath.

After making sure that there was no danger, Leo stepped out of the passage and stepped into the bottom of the well.

"Smack."

Sticky black mud and stagnant water splattered with his steps, reminding him of the wriggling black mud of the soldier monster.

Coming to the rusty metal ladder, Leo reached out and tugged hard.

Well, it's pretty solid.

Although the surface is covered in rust, it seems that the internal structure of the metal ladder has not been corroded and should still be usable.

Leo raised his head and looked up from the bottom of the well.

The depth of this well is not too deep, and it is estimated to be only a dozen meters.

Climbing up the metal ladder, Leo was soon up to the mouth of the well.

He didn't rush out, but looked a little to see if there was any danger around him.

There was a faint white mist in the air, which had the effect of obstructing the view, and the distant objects were obscured by layers of mist, and only vague outlines could barely be seen.

Looking around, beyond the wellhead was a deserted farm, with miscellaneous items and farm implements scattered on the ground, and a few windmills and low farmhouses not far away.

Looking further away from the farm, Leo saw tall buildings looming in the thick fog.

At this moment, a melodious bell floated from afar.

"Boom-"

Leo looked in the direction from which the voice came and saw the tall building deep in the fog.

Does the presence of a bell mean that there is a bell-ringer? Is there still an intelligent creature in this place that can communicate?

Leo thought to himself.

After observing for a while, to make sure that there was no danger around him for the time being, he used both hands with a force, and his whole body turned out of the well.

Putting his feet on the solid dirt, breathing in the fresh air, and looking at everything in front of him made Leo feel like he was back in medieval Europe.

Unfortunately, this is not medieval Europe, but a terrible world with distorted monsters.

At this moment, a strong feeling of dizziness hit my brain.

I can finally go back.

Leo sighed, his right hand gripping the hilt of the Knight of Ranlois Sword.

The next moment, his eyes went dark.

……

A faint sound woke Leo from the deep darkness.

He opened his eyes quickly, his body tensing subconsciously, and it was not until the familiar yellowing ceiling was reflected in his eyes that his body relaxed.

Lying on the bed, Leo tilted his head slightly and looked out the window.

Through the curtains, which had not been completely closed, he saw the faintly bright sky outside.

I'm back......

Alive, back!

The corners of Leo's mouth opened a pleasant arc, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of disturbing his sleeping sister.

I worked overtime last night, and my sister should have slept soundly at this time.

Covering his mouth with his hands, his body trembling slightly from forcibly suppressing the urge to laugh, Leo's black and white eyes were exceptionally bright in the dimly lit room.

After calming down, he turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, and carefully studied the long sword in his hand by the light.

【Lance Knight Sword】

The characters that appeared in front of him clearly told Leo that the thing in his hand was the sword obtained in the dream world.

Sure enough, things in the real world can be brought to the dream world, and things in the dream world can also be brought to the real world.

Leo lowered his head and looked at the stab-proof suit he was wearing.

At this moment, there are seven obvious tears on it, and it can be clearly seen that the Kevlar fiber on the surface of the stab-proof suit has broken, and if the attack is more violent, or the weapon is sharper, the stab-proof suit will be punctured.

Looking at the torn stab-proof suit, and then at his left forearm, which showed no signs of injury but could feel the pain, Leo had deeper doubts in his mind.

Why is it that when I am injured in a dream, I will be weak and in pain when I return to the real world, but I will not be physically damaged, and the things that I am brought into the dream world will be exactly the same as in the dream world?

Is it because I have some kind of peculiarity, or is it because of some unknown reason?

Leo couldn't figure it out.

Sitting on the bed in silence for a long time, Leo picked up his phone and looked at the time.

It's just over 5 a.m.

It was just dawn, and it was still early.

Because the status shown on [Current Status] is "Healthy", Leo does not feel hungry.

After hesitating, he got up, wrapped the metal sword in strips of cloth, and put it in the sword bag, along with the hardwood sword.

Taking off his stab-proof suit, he changed into a loose white training uniform, put a sword bag on his back, and cautiously opened the door, preparing to go out to find a no-man's place in the community to practice swordsmanship.

After absorbing the soul ash, he had a lot of new realizations about swordsmanship in his mind, and if these realizations wanted to become his own, he needed to practice and feel them little by little in the practice of swordsmanship.