Ireland naturally changed out of his pajamas and put on a shirt. Because Avi Clear wears mostly more formal styles, shirts, vests, small suits, and only a few times wears casual everyday clothes.

Therefore, in order to cooperate with each other, Ireland naturally began to prefer to wear suits. His hair color is very light, his eyebrows are also very light, his complexion is also pale, and when he changes clothes, he shows large and small scars on his body, which can be seen that it has been some time.

"Morning, Ivey." He responded to the boy's greeting.

"Did you sleep well last night?" In order to show his concern, he asked again. It's just that such a straightforward way of showing concern is a little rusty from him.

"Hmmm! Very good! Aitto nodded vigorously.

"I had a dream yesterday and I saw a lot of things I wanted to see......" he smiled softly, as if floating in the clouds.

"Was it a good dream?" Ireland asked, looking at the smiling teenager.

"Well, it was a good dream." Aitto nodded. He saw his father and mother in his memory, his brother who was still Salvino, and he saw himself.

He witnessed his own birth and the death of his mother. The newborn baby should not even be able to hold the dagger, but under the leadership of the woman, he held the dagger and sent the cold tip of the knife into the woman's chest.

Blood dripped on his face as a child. He had the power to be loved and to have eternal life. It's just that this memory is too much like the memory of a bystander, and even a little bit like his own memory when he was a child.

But if it wasn't his memory, whose memory would he remember? And also...... If being loved and the six eyes are the abilities he has, what is the matter with Uncle System?

"That's good, a good dream, I haven't dreamed in a long time." Ireland recalled.

A long time ago, after learning to fall asleep deeply, I stopped dreaming. The daily sleep time has also become shorter and more effective.

And before that, he would often have dreams about his childhood, about his family. It's just that those dreams always come to an abrupt end when he enters the organization's school.

But he also had to admit that his life after entering the organization, in addition to the risk of death, was indeed much better than living at his former home.

Fitted, brand-new, warm clothes. Delicious, often changed with a well-paired nutritious meal.

In the organized school, he felt like a beast, but also like a human. But in his former home, he only felt like a dog huddled in a corner and wagging his tail begging for food on the ground.

"Deep sleep is really not dreaming." Aitto nodded thoughtfully. Papa, too, allows him to fall into a deep sleep anytime and anywhere, and it only takes an hour or two for him to continue his tasks.

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"If we dream now, it's not a dream." Ireland rubbed the boy's hair. Their lives are not happy or unhappy, they are not short of money, they are not worried about food and clothing, they often take the lives of others where no one is, and occasionally they feel drunk in the palatial halls.

I don't know which will come first tomorrow or the accident, the day when the knife licks the blood. Even if I dream, I'm afraid that all I dream about are these meaningless things.

And those wolf cubs in the school, what they dreamed of was probably being attacked by others. Sweet dreams are a luxury for them, and they are something that can kill them at any moment.

After all, if you don't want to wake up from a dream, you may never wake up.

"That's right," said Ato...... thoughtfully.

"But if you have a sweet dream, I hope my uncle will be in his uncle's dream." He smiled and said softly and gently.

"Yes." Ireland touched him again. If he really had a so-called sweet dream, he would probably only have Pisk and Avikre.

One is the one he regards as a father, and the other is a child whom he regards as a parent. It's just a pity that he won't let himself dream.

Deep sleep is indeed a good skill.

"I'm going to base three, do you want to go together?" Ireland asked in a blazer. Whether it is a white shirt or a black blazer on his body, they are all simple styles without any patterns, and there are no highlights in the matching, but because of his figure, he has a special aura.

"Yes!" Aitto raised his hand, looking a little excited. Is Brother Suzi still around? How is Brother Tho doing now?

He should have gone over and checked. Thinking so, Aitto quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room. But he left his quilt and pillow behind.

Ireland was silent for a moment, looking a little patient, but finally chose to spread the quilt flat and fold it into a square shape.

Then he silently glanced at the doll bear standing nearby. Inexplicably, he actually saw the recognition in the eyes of a doll bear.

Can glass eyeballs actually express such emotions? Could it be a delusion? But Ireland doesn't think it's delusional, either.

The doll bear silently raised the bear's paw and gave a short thumbs up. Sure enough, it's not an illusion. Ireland affirmed that what he had seen in the eyes of the doll bear was indeed identification.

"Thank you." For Avi Crell's sake, he faced the doll bear's thumb and nodded slightly, giving a reply.

The doll bear nodded silently, and then dragged his family away with his things. Ireland shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

When he went downstairs, he saw that Avi Crell was already sitting at the table. The white-haired teenager wore a white shirt, a light blue knitted waistcoat, and a white coat with a red scarf tied at the neckline, bronze rose buckles on the cuffs, a gold-rimmed collar clip, and gold tassels.

There was also a white bowler hat with a bow. Very particular one, the details are quite cumbersome.

But it's also really good-looking, and Avi Clear is great for wearing all kinds of good-looking clothes. Children should try different types of clothing, but at their age, it doesn't matter.

"The clothes look good." Ireland praised. He is not stingy with his praise, because when he was a child, he also wanted recognition and praise from others.

It's just that no one gave it to him.

"I think it's beautiful too! I also have a lot of nice clothes! The white-haired and blue-eyed boy was smiling, his eyes were shining, and his tail wagged happily like a puppy.

Ireland dispelled the image of the white-haired puppy wagging its tail from his mind, and struggled to get the boy back to human form.

"Maybe I can give you nice clothes too, if you like......" He said after a moment's hesitation.

"Loved it! No matter what kind of clothes my uncle gives, I'll love it. The boy couldn't wait to reassure.

Ireland had a smile on his face.

"I see." He said. He wore a uniform black uniform when organizing the school, and earlier he experienced unclothed, ill-fitting torn clothes, picked up clothes, and clothes that his brothers and sisters at home couldn't wear...... And when he graduated from the organization school, he was not interested in the so-called good-looking clothes.

The wardrobe has always been very empty, except for a simple black and white shirt and a few dark coats. Avi Clear will be better off than he was when he was a kid.

He might be able to create a fond childhood memory for Avi Clear. Be one of those dreams that will still be remembered by Avi Clear in the future.