Martin opened his eyes, and he found himself sitting in a high-backed chair with a long table in front of him.

Around the long table sat four other people, who were looking at him with interest.

He knew he was back at the table in his dreams, the first time he had been here since escaping the Plantagenet.

"It's been four days since I've been here in Cavedes, and I've only been pulled here tonight, is it related to the power of 'gluttony' that I absorbed tonight..."

Martin thought about it, and suddenly grinned.

He vaguely realized that his emotions didn't seem quite right, and that a sense of madness that had been suppressed in the real world was now rushing through his mind without hindrance, and it made his temples hurt a little.

But he didn't want to deal with it or solve it at all, as if this was who he was.

He felt the urge to laugh.

He felt that the madness in his head could be vented with a smile, which made him feel better.

"Just smile, just smile."

Martin didn't look at the others, lowered his head and muttered, then tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly.

He looked up and felt a wave of pleasure.

The corners of his mouth grinned even wider.

As he smiled, he felt the mask on his face change expression as well, he couldn't see it, but he could clearly feel it, it was also smiling.

The smile was like a soft-bristled brush, gently brushing his face, and a refreshing sensation came from his skin.

Martin reached for the mask on his face, and then reached out and touched the gentleman's hat on his head.

It seems that the magical items on his body have come with him to this table.

He grabbed the brim of his hat and adjusted the position of the hat slightly, and the hat that was originally very straight was tilted to the left, which made Martin look a little abnormal, even a little funny.

Martin couldn't tell why he was doing this, he just hated it.

"You seem to have changed a little."

On Martin's left-hand side, the man who had eaten the steak before turned to him and said, his eyes dark.

"Uhh

"It's you." There was something strange in his voice, as if he was deliberately feigning surprise, but Martin didn't find it strange.

"You've already escaped, why are you still here?"

"Let me think about it...... Can't you get out? ”

The corners of Martin's mouth opened again, which made his madness lessen a little, but as he smiled, a new wave of madness and wanton appeared in his mind, and the emotion became more and more obvious like a balloon, and Martin had to face it.

The middle-aged man didn't respond to Martin's words, but the other three all showed a look of surprise.

"Less nonsense." The red-haired fat man said brutally.

"We've got you out, and now, it's your turn."

"My turn?" Martin reached out his left hand again and touched his mask, feeling the subtle bumps on the oil paint on the mask, his fingers spread out and rubbed the curvature of the oil paint, he knew he had touched the [smile].

"And what do you want me to do?" He asked with a smile.

"Help us find a few things, and we'll be clear."

The fat man's expression was a little strange.

"No, no, no." Martin shook his head, he leaned back in his chair and began to caress his mask with both hands, the delicate touch of the oil paint making him a little.

"It's not fair that you only gave me a card and asked me to find 'a few' things, doesn't it?"

In the face of his strange behavior, the faces of the four people at the card table were a little strange, and the brow of the blonde woman was furrowed.

"This incurable narcissism... Did you get an item for the 'Chariot'? ”

She asked aloud, her tone devoid of her previous charm.

Instead of responding to her, Martin leaned back in his chair with his hands outstretched and seemed to lose interest after caressing his mask for a while.

"How about we continue to play cards?" He looked up at the four people at the table and suddenly said with some excitement.

"I win a hand, you give me a card."

"If you win a game, I'll find you an item."

"Or a card."

"Or a request."

"Or whatever... How, to play or not to play? ”

The more Martin spoke, the more excited he became, and the smile on his mask grew bigger and bigger, almost to the root of his ears.

This is not a sudden whim of Martin, the effect of [Time Slicing] is to be able to predict the future for a short time, see the picture of the future, and at this table he found another place where this ability can be used.

He decided to give it a try.

Maybe it will be recognized, or it may not be effective at all.

But whatever.

Under the continuous erosion of the sense of madness, Martin's thinking has been a little loose, he gradually lost interest in the things around him, and at this moment he seemed to be a different person.

His mind is like a high-speed train skimming over many past experiences, including being ridiculed and neglected as a small-town writer in his previous life, and being captive, caught and almost killed, fooled, and hostile in this life......

He suddenly developed an aversion to the rules, to reason.

Why follow so many rules? Why specify a plan? Why have so many worries and then be oppressed by them?

The impulse to act recklessly from the gentleman's hat has returned, and is much stronger than the last time.

The pain in his temples intensified, and Martin felt his mind enter unfamiliar territory, the edge of reason.

"You don't seem to have figured it out," the fat red-haired man whispered.

His muscles bulged, and the crackling of his joints kept moving.

"I'm not talking to you!"

His muffled voice finally became high-pitched, and as he yelled, his head began to swell and change, the skin on his face was chapped and hardened, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and all his red hair turned into barbs.

The fat man turned into a dragon head and a human body, staring at Martin with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

"Dragons?"

Instead of changing his seat, Martin grinned and laughed in a somewhat shrill voice.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

"Come on, kill me, maybe I can bite off a piece of your flesh before you can do it."

After speaking, he spread out his hands, a picture of Ren Juncai, but the crazy smile on the corner of his mouth made people wonder if this was a complete madman.

The red-haired man was a little hesitant to see Martin's movements and expressions, and did not make the next move, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Help me do one thing, and we'll be clear."

The old-fashioned man on Martin's left-hand side, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

Martin turned his head, and the smiling face on his mask showed a sense of triumph in success, as if the Joker's fooling trick had worked.

"Hey, hey, hey... You see, there are always people who are reasonable. ”

Martin shrugged at the red-haired man, a hint of provocation in his tone.

"But."

Martin spoke to the old-fashioned man.

He felt the pain in his temples reach the brink of bearing, and the desire to destroy was about to break through his defenses, along the nerves, along the spinal cord to the fascia and muscles all over his body, causing him to do something crazy.

The smile on his mask grew bigger and bigger, almost reaching the edge of the mask, and it looked very strange with the heavy oil paint.

"Why should I say yes? You're just canaries in cages now, able to jump, but that's about it. ”

"You can't get out of the cage, but you can't do anything about it, otherwise you would have broken the cage long ago."

"And I'm the cage."

"What use do you have for me now?"