Because it remains to be seen that Thoth, who is arranged in a secluded camp, is dreaming, he has one dream after another, and the dream scene is cut into frame after frame, some are Meng Bai in one-piece pajamas looking at his mobile phone in the quilt, some are Thoth in thorny armor using a long sword to pick the demon's throat, some are Meng Bai pedaling his bicycle with headphones plugged in, and the wind is like a deserted highway, and some are Thoth subconsciously holding his chest up and raising his stomach in front of the red-haired man who can barely be called his boss, nervous like a schoolboy······ The winter in the dream goes to spring, the sun rises and the moon sets, the heat and the cold and warm are so clear and palpable, which are comparable to the real world, he will look at the black-haired and black-eyed Meng Bai for a while, listen to the rustling of books falling from the other party's fingertips and the sonorous music in his ears, and feel the mellow aroma of coffee overflowing in his mouth; After a while, he looked at the black-haired and purple-eyed Thoth, smelled the increasingly thick bloody breath on the other party's body, heard the sound of bones breaking in his body and forcibly rejoining, and felt the hot and painful tiger's mouth because of holding the blade for a long time······ They are all vivid, vivid, characters who have left footprints in the world, but they are so different that they seem to be unable to coexist.

He stretched out his hand, one moment trying to touch "Monber", the other trying to touch "Thoth", as if he could never make up his mind.

A soft sigh came from the depths of the dream.

"My friend, aren't they all you?"

The sunlight that slipped in through the leaves cast a tiny crescent moon into the boy's lower eye socket with a fluttering eyelash, and he opened his eyes slowly, blankly, and the tall Russian was looking at him with concern.

"Alex, aren't you back in St. Petersburg?"

"The ticket was changed. How do you sleep on a bench? It's going to catch a cold. ”

He felt a little stiff at this time, and he was still holding a cup of ice cream in his hand that he didn't know when he bought it, looking at the mess that was unconsciously messed up by the spoon, he was not in the mood to eat it, and sent it directly into the trash.

"Alex, I just had a weird dream······"

He rambled on and on about the bizarre dreams, the magical and eerie extraordinary powers, the comrades who ate and lived together, the magic from fairy tales and fables, the tall red-haired boss, the battlefield with mountains of bones, and the armor that slew the enemy······ The Russian did not say a word the whole time, but his eyes were always focused on the Chinese boy, who was really a conscientious listener.

"I'm ······ It's hard to imagine that the guy who is being murderous is himself. He smiled bitterly, "I'm just a powerless student, if I really penetrate that crazy world, I must be a scum with only five percent combat power, right?" ”

Alex suddenly asked, "The path you're in, Sequence 8 is called Martial Arts Scholar, right?" ”

"Ah, yes."

"Sequence 7 is called The Wizard, right?"

"Hmm."

Alex asked, "Have you seen the Lord of the Rings movie?" ”

"I've seen ······" He froze for a moment, sketched out an old man with a handful of eyebrows and mustaches, picked up his wand and beat the orcs, and then leaned back with a smile in Alex's meaningful eyes.

"So [Fighting Scholar] + [Wizard] = Melee Mage is a reasonable development." Alex said solemnly, "That would explain why you're so fierce on the battlefield." ”

"Poof, so I inadvertently carried forward the fine tradition established by Old Man Gandalf······!"

"Everyone has their own potential that they didn't expect." After the joke, Alex said gently, "Just like biological traits, different potentials will be stimulated by different environments, just like a weak woman will face a mob to protect her children, a sleek person will fiercely lash out at the enemy when the bottom line is offended, a child who has lost his parents will quickly mature in the wind and rain of society, and a lump of coal will be reborn under the heat and turn into a brilliant diamond." ”

"But you have to remember that—" Alex's expression suddenly became serious, "although the swarthy coal has turned into a brilliant diamond, both are essentially a collection of carbon elements, and have not become magnesium, aluminum, or anything else, it is always carbon." ”

"So Thoth is Monberie in another environment, and Monbert is Thoth in another." He had an epiphany, "They're just one person!" ”

"That's right, my friend."

Alex smiled with satisfaction, and he gradually shrank into a small dot in Meng Bai's field of vision, engulfed in a white halo, like a grand farewell. But Meng Bai always felt that whenever he felt at a loss, his figure would be revealed.

They will definitely see you again.

Thoth's fingertips quivered indistinctly in the corner of Ms. Ravenna's eyes, and at last slowly and painstakingly grasped the corner of the quilt, finally opening them in a vague exclamation.

He seemed to have had a hundred-year-long dream, all doubts and confusion were drowned in a white halo, and when he woke up, he only felt refreshed, and there was only one firm thought left-

I! Become a melee mage in the Voyeur's path! The kind that can punch and kick demons!

Spells and physical skills should be grasped with both hands! So that I can live with more tenacity on the battlefield and live until the day I wear it back!

The high fighting spirit burned in the young man's heart, and then he heard a noisy voice coming in through the crack in the door curtain: "Okay, okay, big snake, I promise that these days will be very peaceful!" One Sleep Charm a Day, right? I'll use you myself, don't stare at me! ”

Ravenna, who was checking on his condition, sighed sadly, "Lord Destiny Angel is right to worry a little more, although the hunter has rough skin and thick flesh, he can't help but do this to Lord Red Angel!" Alas······ Although he had no choice but to do so. Then he told Thoth with a serious face, "You're just a delicate and frail voyeur, although you were trained by hunters, don't learn their fist-to-flesh knife fighting style, understand?!" That's suicide! ”

The Master of Prophecy, who had chopped down one stubble after another, shrunk his neck like a chick, and weakly put aside his ambition to become a melee mage, and after two days of observation, moved into a more crowded and lively camp.