As soon as he walked into the main entrance of the Southwind Tavern, Curt felt a mixture of blood and herbs in the air, causing his nose to twitch unnaturally. ￡∝，.

The small commotion that had taken place in front of the door had already attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, so Curt didn't attract too much attention when he walked in with Lizzie. Busy with their respective work, they glanced at Curt indifferently, and continued to bury their heads in their work.

I heard that the mercenary management office has been in a state of shortage of manpower in recent days, and the reason for this can be understood by looking at the tavern hall that has changed from its usual appearance. The mercenaries gathered in groups to whisper, the air was so tense that it almost solidified, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely sinister.

"What's going on, is there a war?"

Looking at the tragic situation at the door of the tavern, Curt originally had a premonition of the situation inside the tavern, but when he witnessed the facts, he still couldn't help but say: "Why do I suddenly feel that the people here and the people living in the living area are in a different space, only they are facing the monsters in the 'dream'." ”

The closer he got to the center of the source of the anomalous mana, the more Curt could feel the alien texture in the air become apparent. The inhabitants of the civilian area, though somewhat unfurloughed, still maintained their old way of life - and the area around the central square seemed to have become a complete battlefield.

At night, the streets of the central area are almost completely silent, and the residents who used to work on the streets return to their homes honestly. This was unprecedented, and at least Curt had never seen a criminal deliberately set aside daytime for his opponent to rest.

In Catrice City, such a strange phenomenon is unfolding. It's like a play-based play. Day and night are divided into two extreme realms - daytime, where the inhabitants can live peacefully, and night. Guardians must battle monsters and criminals.

"Maybe the night has some meaning to those guys, though these idiots have been caught up in this huge 'dream' day and night. Glancing at the mercenaries behind Curt, Lizzie muttered under her breath. "Water and night, these two concepts can be combined to create the most suitable environment for controlling the dream spells, allowing them to infiltrate each person's inner side and control their actions little by little. ”

Since the ancient past, which has not been written down, the abundance of "water" and the "moon" representing the night have been inseparable from human thinking and memory. The relationship between these two and the human mind is mentioned in many ancient texts, and is regarded as the basis for the study of spiritual magic.

Wizards often believe that large amounts of "water" are a bulwark of memory, and all souls are initially born in the darkness of the bottomless abyss. All interconnected thoughts are hidden in the depths of the waters, and countless dark trajectories are connected to the source of the soul.

In contrast to the notion of "deep waters," which is now dismissed as heretical by most major religions, not many people seem to deny that the moon is a place of dreams and memories. Perhaps because sleep is often associated with the "precipitation of the soul", the mystery of the moon is also doubly fascinating.

Let the mercenaries and mages continue to fight in the realm of thoughts and dreams. While it's unclear what this means to the True Eye, Curt feels that they're definitely not doing it to make them tired. Perhaps beneath the surface, there is something else that exists.

"Do the concepts of the moon and water still have a connection to the soul?"

Curt looked down and pondered for a moment, then said in a voice that only Liggie could hear, "Maybe it's a little troublesome, but I still need you to pay more attention." It's unlikely that those guys in the Eye of Truth would do anything that didn't make any sense, and if they were, I'm afraid they were still planning something dangerous. ”

Looking at the mercenaries' anxious appearances, Curt suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to knock down the hundreds of mercenaries. There is no doubt that the continuous days of fighting have produced more than a significant number of wounded. It also made the mercenaries' own armament more or less problematic.

According to the regulations of the Dominion of Osattaria, the Mercenary Administration is a vigilante group, so the weapons of the mercenaries can only be purchased from private arms chambers out of their own pockets. It is precisely because of this that they can usually only choose affordable and cheap armaments. Its quality is also often difficult to guarantee.

The tavern bar counter and the management desk placed side by side against the wall were put away, and a row of weapon racks was placed where the staff should have been standing. A few artisans dressed as men propped up simple blacksmith tools and maintained the weapons displayed on them beside the weapon racks.

Those artisans were residents who lived near the tavern. On weekdays, they open their own shop, pù, and also provide cheap maintenance services for mercenaries. I'm afraid it's as the mercenaries' troubles escalate. They all gathered in the tavern to serve the mercenaries on the spot. Although each of them had a tired look on their faces. But he still hammered the equipment in his hand seriously.

At the other end, the large long table in the middle of the tavern now seemed to function as something like a resting place, and some of the wounded mercenaries were placed in simple beds and treated by healers. The separate tables at the edges were also removed, and in their place were wooden crates filled with various supplies - food and medical supplies, all of which were now important to the mercenaries.

Lying in the makeshift beds were mostly fresh faces, some of which were wrapped in several thick bandages, and looked like they were not lightly injured. Falling asleep in a "dream", and gasping for breath as if you were seriously injured in the reality of not being injured, this is definitely not a good phenomenon.

Even though he was not injured and was still asleep, this may be one of the reasons for the lack of personnel. Although the medical staff who were busy on the front line were busy treating these "wounded", Curt really couldn't see any physical problems that the unconscious mercenaries needed to be treated.

If they could only see things in their dreams, Curt might take what they did for granted, but this is not the case in reality. The medical staff meaninglessly applied medicine to the mercenaries, and replaced them with new ones with hypocritical blood-soaked bandages.

Meaningless work leads to meaningless wasteEven if it's just a dream, their actions do have a material impact in reality.

"It's not going to go on like this. He knew very well that he had been able to see both sides clearly with the help of Liqi's spell, and there was no way to drag them out of the dream yet. Looking at the busy staff, Curt had no way to stop them, so he could only watch their actions.

"Hmph, leave this alone"

"Mr. Leinst!" was about to speak, when a somewhat overly high male voice suddenly came from the stairs leading to the upper floor, "thank you Sun, you're finally back - where have you been these days? Come on, I have something to tell you!"

Turning his head, the yelling man was Ben Vikas, the appraiser in charge of verifying spell-related products at the Southwind Tavern. I hadn't seen him for a long time, and the face of this weak scholar became even worse, and it seemed that he hadn't been able to rest well in the past few days.

For most of the mercenaries who didn't need to deal with spells, Ben Vikas barely had the slightest sense of guilt. Perhaps his position is the biggest idle position in the management office, and he only needs to deal with Wen Jiàn all day long, and he has almost no chance to touch the products related to spells.

Curt has the impression that this nervous guy will lose sleep due to excessive tension as long as he is stimulated a little. Even though working in the management office required a lot of troublesome mercenaries, this never changed his nervousness, but only made it more strict.

"Looking for me, Vikas, are you mistaken?" Curt pointed to his face in disbelief, this is probably the first time Vikas has taken the initiative to come to the door, if usually, this guy always avoids Curt, "I still have a job that I haven't done yet, and I don't have anything to report." ”

Ben Vikas not only serves as a spell appraiser, but also assists the eldest sister in documenting the various situations encountered by the mercenaries in their work. But after all, he was only an assistant, and he was not obligated to take the place of the person in charge - at least the mercenaries could choose when to report.

Curt's idea was simple, although Vikas's position was relatively low, what he recorded would also be stored in the records of the Administration. Although he knew very well that the city was in a nightmare of being manipulated, it was not information that could be reported to the mercenary administration, not only was there no evidence, but he had to hide even the information about where he had gotten it.

"No, that's right!"

After a short moment of stammering, Vikas shouted at Curt as if he was about to establish the core, "Actually, what I'm going to say is about your current job!

Curt couldn't figure out what he was saying, and in Vikas's stammering conversation, the situation that had only a few words seemed to be getting more complicated by Vikas's stammering "effort". In general, it seems that the eldest sister left some Wen Jiàn before she fell into a coma, and she had to sue him.

"Okay, I see. ”

At this point, Curt has nothing to say, although the eldest sister's decision may not be accurate, but most of the help is in line with the current predicament. If she left any information, it would be helpful to find a breakthrough in the technique. (To be continued......)