Louise believes that Mr. A will not tell him these news for no reason, let alone make a special visit, which is not the style of the "Aurora Club".

He didn't even hide whose orders he was taking, but confessed:

"Angel of Destiny", Ulorius.

Speaking carefully, the relationship between Ulorius and Amun, even if they are not brothers, should not be enemies, why did they sell Amun to me at will?

Well, Louise thought about it, she didn't seem to be qualified to accept this "giveaway", and the person Ulorius wanted to sell the news to should be the "Goddess of the Night...... But Louise had no way to contact the "Goddess of the Night" at all, and her identity as the "Goddess of the Night" was probably only for outsiders to see.

As soon as Ammon had gone, this Amon came again...... Louise felt what it was to cry without tears.

Thankfully, Amon seems to be bent on finding the "Fool" and doesn't notice Louise, and Mr. A's words just now shouldn't have attracted Amon either.

Louise is not comforting herself, her idea is very simple, if Amon really notices herself, then with her personality, she will definitely not let go of such an "interesting guy" as herself.

Now that I'm safe and sound, then at least I won't die for the time being!

"Is it possible for Amon to find himself?" Louise suddenly asked herself.

She's looking for traces of the "Fool", and Louise thinks she has very little connection to the "Fool" in the real world, of course, this is also because Crane only dares to pretend to be the "Fool" above the Source Castle, but in the real world he has always been cautious.

In that case, what are you afraid of...... Louise suddenly has some confidence, and she has a backer!

"Early tomorrow morning, I will go to St. Samuel's Cathedral to pray!" Louise made up her mind that this would keep her safe.

Slowly, she slowly fell asleep in constant thinking, and naturally forgot who she was going to sleep with tonight and how to sleep with her.

…………

Louise hadn't dreamed in a long time.

In fact, the extraordinary rarely dream, because of the abundance of spirituality, most of the dreams of the extraordinary have different meanings, and Louise's previous dreams made her aware of the changes in her mental state.

But tonight, she dreamed again.

It was a dream, but it wasn't particularly accurate, and Louise was conscious.

"I'm obviously thinking about Amon's affairs, how can I fall asleep so easily?" Louise was full of doubts, she turned her head and looked around, everything was white, there were only clouds and mist, no road, no people, like a fairyland.

In this regard, although Louise was puzzled, she was also familiar with the road, she was not alarmed, but instinctively took two steps forward, and whispered:

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"What is this place?"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the clouds and mist in front of him suddenly dispersed, giving way to a passage where the boundary could not be seen at a glance, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in the realization.

The old gentleman, dressed in Beckland's fashionable clothes, with an old face and a white beard, looked fairy against the backdrop of the environment, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and his face was piled with a kind smile, and he was strolling towards Louise.

"Who are you?" Louise asked.

The old gentleman put his hands together and replied with a smile:

"A guide."

Louise frowned slightly, and said:

"The Dusk Hermits?"

"That's smart!" The old gentleman raised his right thumb and praised, "I guessed it at once, it is worthy of you!" ”

You know who I am, and you deserve to be me...... Louise couldn't help rolling her eyes, she didn't expect that one day an old man of this age would praise her.

"You're from Rune?" Louise asked curiously, looking at the old man's clothes.

The old gentleman shook his head and replied:

"No, it's just that I've been living in Rune lately."

Louise let out an "oh" and continued to ask:

"Is today the day of the 'Twilight Hermit' meeting? You should also know that this is my first time participating, is there anything I need to pay attention to? ”

Louise didn't have much hope, but the old man in front of her was much more enthusiastic than she had imagined, and said with a smile:

"You're asking the right question! I'm not a guide for nothing, and no one is better suited to answer this question than I am. ”

What you say reminds me of a person...... Louise also smiled and climbed along the pole:

"Then you have to help me, I heard that most of the members of the 'Twilight Hermit Society' are noble, and I can't afford to mess with anyone with such a small role!"

The old gentleman stretched out his hand to stroke his neatly trimmed beard, which was very useful, and said with a smile:

"Well said, well said."

"Come on, come on, let's talk as we go." He beckoned to Louise, and the two walked side by side on the path that had just appeared.

It seems that there are only clouds under your feet, but there is no soft stepping on the slightest feeling, but it seems to be down-to-earth.

"Do you know what this place is?" The old gentleman asked, pointing around.

With this finger, Louise turned to look at the clouds beside her, and saw that the scene had already changed.

Everything that used to be white has now become "colorful", full of all kinds of bizarre pictures.

There are lively and staggered dance banquets, there are indignant emotions who don't know what to instruct, there are children's affection, there are laughter, and even, cough cough, the passionate picture of being slept together.

Most of the pictures are brilliant and beautiful, but there are also some pictures that are incompatible with it, life and death, love and hatred, including the brutal war with artillery fire.

These images are not static, but constantly changing, constantly evolving, and seem to have their own context, and even some of the pictures that are adjacent to each other will be mixed up and become disorganized.

"...... here," Louise looked at the scene in front of her dizzily, and after a little muttering, she opened her mouth to guess:

"Is it a dream?"

The old gentleman next to him seemed to be very happy, and he even clapped his hands in celebration, and praised:

"That's right, it's a dream."

"But this is not your dream, and certainly not mine, this is Beckland, it is Rune, it is the dream of all humans in the Northern Continent."

That's what the top audience is capable of...... Louise nodded, without saying a word, just continuing to browse the dreams on either side, as if trying to find something familiar in them.

However, she didn't have long to look at it before she noticed that the image in front of her suddenly dissipated.

No, it's not dissipated, it's become something else.

Louise turned her head and looked at the old man beside her in confusion, who asked with a smile:

"Look again, what is this place now?"