A warm little flame danced in the fireplace, and I sat on the edge and stared at it in a daze.

Surprised, surprised, sad, worried.

The mind was full of incredulity, disbelief, incomprehension, and then blank and overwhelmed.

A bunch of people around were chattering. My ears didn't seem to be mine anymore, the sound was ethereal, but the physical sensations were so real.

They thought I was crazy. So they did everything they could to tell me that it was okay, don't worry, I'll be fine.

I thought I was crazy too. But I still think it's a dream. I can't find a reason to explain how this could not be a dream? Could it be a hallucination of schizophrenia?

"You'll have to go back early tomorrow morning, Mason. There is no room for any more delay. Said the man who had flipped me over in the morning. I remember his name was Tim. Seeing that I didn't speak, he stepped forward and patted me on the shoulder. My heart pounded.

"He was hit the head and may not be able to work for a while." The monk named Cole said.

"The king probably doesn't care if he's hurt or not. He would only care about whether the eastern barracks were completed on time. It's been delayed long enough, we can't put it off any longer, the weather will soon get cold, and we won't be able to eat and walk around if we can't finish it. Tim's words were filled with concern.

"He's lost his memory! Tim. I'll explain the situation to Mistress Earley. He needs to recuperate for a while. The monk said.

"What's the use of talking to Lord Earley!" The urn sounded like a pig.

"At least ask him to issue a document to prove it and give it to your boss."

"He's the boss." Tim said.

"I don't know if it's useful, but I have to give it a try, and it's always good to have a document. Tim, why don't you go to Master Earley tomorrow to get the signed papers. I think I can do it. The monk said.

"If it works, he's not Earley. Monk. What's more, it is estimated that he will definitely skim it as clean as possible. Grieg's head still hangs on the construction site! Tim's tone was full of complaints.

Who is Grieg? His head was chopped off? What does this have to do with that adult today? He wouldn't let me act rashly...... He cut off Grieg's head?

Tim sighed, "Then please!" Thank you, monk! Wages have been in arrears for more than a month. The workers are already complaining, the weather is getting colder, and the progress of this rotten work has been completely slowed down. I shouldn't have said these things to you, complained about them...... But if it can't be completed, the consequences are unimaginable. ”

He glanced at me...... What does he mean?

"Then I'll go, you come with me and don't wait for tomorrow. Then report it to Stormwind as soon as possible. The monk said as he stood beside me. Mason, you're going to be fine. The monk's eyes were very gentle, and the gentle gaze of a middle-aged man made me uncomfortable.

I wanted to open my mouth to ask what was going on with that Grag, but it didn't seem quite right.

After all, the monk didn't open a hole in the back of my head to bleed, and the people around me scattered one after another.

This woman named Elle sat next to me, and she gently took my hand. Very soft hands.

Could it be a hallucination that the stress of life caused me to go crazy and become delirious? Could this be a Shutter Island?

I'm still not sure if it was a dream, a joke, or a hallucination. But I'm already here, I understand what they're saying, and I speak the same language as them. I felt the bandages on my body, and this strange woman. The wound on the tongue was still aching. Everything around me feels so real.

I'm just a young man who barely lives at the bottom of society by painting, I don't belong here, and I can't belong to this world.

East Valley Lumberyard, Alwynshire, Stormwind Kingdom. Ha...... Is this a joke? How is this possible......

Ah, Azeroth! Maybe I should be happy, laugh, cheer or have fun! I know the world, and I've been wandering day and night in a world that doesn't exist. I've fantasized countless times about how exciting it would be to live in this world.

But I still can't believe it. No mages were seen, no paladins were seen, no griffons, no dwarves. Everything is so ordinary. How do I prove I'm in Azeroth? How can I prove that I'm not crazy......

No, maybe not. If it's still a dream, move on. If I'm crazy, there's nothing I can do about it at this point. But if it's true...... I've really had to think about it.

It really comes from my personality, and I know what I am. I also fantasized about being rich, but I was mixed up with old age. Even in that virtual world, I was always in touch with the world, never wanting to be tied to a predetermined time period or rules. I longed for freedom, but I was locked in the helplessness of poverty by reality. Ordinary can no longer be ordinary, I am still ordinary in this world, and I can no longer be ordinary myself.

It's not ironic, if sexual immorality can save my life...... This only exists in fiction.

And now I have a name that seems to be a bit troublesome, and I have an unlucky name.

In the tens of thousands of years of Azeroth's history, the name Mason has never been found. Aside from his brother, who may indeed be so notorious, Mason's name is not mentioned at all. If he had died so early, it would have been true.

But how exactly did he die? Is it beheading? Is it hanging? Or was he stabbed to death by that dark shadow and thrown in that dark forest?

Ha...... Will the brother I never met avenge me? Or did he think of justice for me when he was going to kill the king in the future?

Is this the end of the show? It's not just frustrating!

If you are really beheaded or killed...... Where will I be when I die?

Is there really a soul? I don't know if the body in reality is dead, but if it dies here...... Will I be able to continue to wander the world while looking at my corpse, or will my soul be wiped out completely?

I didn't want to try what it was like to be beheaded, and I didn't want to experience whether hanging my head on the gallows and swaying in the wind was the same as swinging.

No, or can I run away...... I can get out of here!

"What's wrong with you?" Ellie's tone was full of concern.

Her face glistened in the light of the flames, and she was looking at me, her eyes ...... Very gentle.