On the ground floor of a suburban villa in the south of Britannia.

It was a wine cellar, but there was no liquor at the moment, and a group of men and women gathered around an ancient magic circle, repeating the incantation that Hypnos had just heard.

"In this darkness, in this darkness."

They wore black hooded robes, all hidden under their hoods, and held candles in their hands, and the cellar was dimly lit, except for the flickering light of these torches, which had the feeling of an eerie cult ritual.

The only person who did not wear a hood was an old man with gray hair and beard, who seemed to be the presiding officer of the ceremony.

He took a coin from the waiter's plate on one side and chanted the incantation.

"I'll give you a coin made of stone!"

Then he tossed the coin into the circle and took a knife from his plate.

"I'll give you a knife from the bottom of the mountain."

Then, he pressed the knife against the veins of his wrist and cut it.

"I give you the blood that comes out of my veins."

Blood flowed from his wrist and dripped into the circle.

"I'll give you a song, stolen from the dirt."

He took a feather from his plate and said in an impassioned voice.

"I'll give you one back. A feather plucked from an angel's wing! ”

As he spoke, he held the feather in his hand aloft.

"For you to stand in the sky!"

He let go of his grip on the feather, and the feather fell slowly in the wind, landing right in the center of the circle.

The black-robed people around them were still repeating the spell they had just made.

The moment the feather fell, it began to float straight ahead of gravity.

This scene made the faces of the casters around them show a little excitement, and the speed of chanting the spell also increased slightly.

The old man who presided over the ceremony came back to his senses, he raised his hands, and his tone was a little excited.

"I summon you with poison! I call you with pain! ”

The feather burst into flames in midair, instantly burning into a cloud of smoke, and surging magic vibrated in all directions.

"I opened the door, I opened the way!"

The lines of the magic circle under their feet gradually lit up with the brilliance of magic, and even automatically ignited flames, lighting up the dim wine cellar, and the pages of the magic book placed on one side were vibrated by the magic power and turned like a bird flapping its wings.

"I call you in the name of the old Lord!

Mora Marbury calls you! ”

Above the circle, magic mixed with black sand surged in it, like a non-Newtonian fluid.

The breeze swept the hair and clothes of the people around them, and people watched the scene in distraction.

These people are not professional magicians.

Even the old man, he was exposed to mystery because his son died in the plague in the south, and he had been unaware of nothing for the early years until he had recently obtained an ancient magic book.

He wanted to summon the Grim Reaper to retrieve his son.

He drew these circles according to the description in the magic book and performed such a ceremony, but he did not expect that it would actually succeed.

But apparently, although he succeeded, he summoned the wrong person

"Come on! Come on! ”

He shouted excitedly.

As Mora's words fell, the black sand changed into a human figure and landed in the center of the circle, which was Hypnos, who was still on the battlefield of the Western Empire before!

But by the moment he had lost consciousness, and was as powerless as an ordinary human being.

Mora's eyes widened, as did the people around him, and the old man's eyes were complicated, with excitement, apprehension, and fear.

He walked around Hypnos, and after making sure he was unconscious, he suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly crouched down and carefully stretched out his hand.

He took a bag from Hypnos's side, and he took it and poured it down, pouring out some black sand.

"A bag with sand." He muttered.

He continued to spin around, trying to remove the ruby from his neck, being careful not to touch the circle.

The circle is a prison circle that seals the power of the gods.

The ruby is large, crystal clear, as if it contains some mysterious power.

It seemed that the person who took the center of the two things and things didn't react, and his courage began to grow gradually.

"Let me see what other treasures you have."

He directly reached out and ripped off the robe he was wearing, and he didn't wear anything under the robe, leaving his body naked.

Eventually, Mora reached out and removed his helmet, which resembled a gas mask, and Hypnos was stripped.

He looked at the helmet carefully, and although he didn't know what it was for, it was not a mortal thing that could be worn by a god.

Mora looked around, then at Hypnos on the ground.

"Let's wait for this guest to wake up before we make our request."

Then he took the things and turned his head and walked up the stairs.

"Guards, watch him for me."

Hypnos lay naked in the center of the circle, and when he woke up and found himself in the situation he was in, it was estimated that his pride would be shattered.

He was ensnared by a group of layman magicians, who used the magic of the layman, and even had the artifact taken away and imprisoned here.

This is also due to the fact that there are not many gods in this world now, but He must also become the laughing fruit of all gods......

……

Although Hypnos did not die, the disappearance of the god of sleep also caused a lot of movement in the world.

Some fell into a long slumber and could not wake up.

It was caused by the Nightmare, which had lost the control of the sleeping god in the dream world.

As time goes by, the number of these people increases, and a condition called "narcolepsy" spreads around.

Mora Marbury, who imprisoned the sleeping god, was a nobleman in the south, and because of the war, the fields were not cultivated, so the finances were not very good, but the foundation was still there.

In particular, the villa should cover an area of several thousand square meters with the courtyard, and the entire interior of the villa uses a baroque style, which is very gorgeous.

Char was now inside the villa, but at this moment he had changed his clothes, a black suit, a cane in his hand, and a high hat on his head.

The hair also turned back to its original black.

He looked around the hall at the stylishly decorated house, surrounded by many bookshelves and ornaments, some of which had local witch characteristics, and it could be seen that the owner of the house was very interested in mystery.

However, there is obviously not a single magical object in these ornaments.

"Do I know you?"

A voice came from behind Char, and Mora stood in the open hallway on the second floor and looked at Char with a frown, wearing pajamas.

"I don't know, but I know you well, Mora"

Char said with his back to Mora.

"And I know the creature you're captive in the cellar."

Mora's eyes were a little more vigilant, "You want to threaten me? ”

With that, he also walked down from the second floor.

"No, you're wrong, I'm here to help you." Char turned her head to look at him, "And, right now, you need a lot of help. ”

He turned his head and walked slowly forward, into a room where his office was.

Mora, on the other hand, frowned and followed Char into the room......

"It is indeed good to have a god around, but you must also be careful."

Char sat in the chair of the office.

"Do you know Him?" Mora asked, frowning.

Char nodded undeniably, "His name is Hypnos, the god of sleep." ”

"Sleep?" Mora's brow furrowed even deeper, "Isn't it death?" ”

"What's the use of me asking for a god who controls dreams?"

Char watched him quietly, and he could feel the arrogance he radiated from the inside out, which may be why he had the courage to try to capture a god.

In his eyes, even God is just a tool.

When Hypnos comes out, the old man's fate will definitely not be too good.

However, it was none of his business, and all he had to do was teach Him a lesson.

"Don't underestimate Him." Char said quietly, "All people have dreams, which are the same as death, and he is also the brother of death." ”

"You took his robes, his helmet, sandbags, and rubies, right?" Char's eyes flickered, "With these things, you can borrow his mana, it can prolong your life, and it can also allow you to control others." ”

Like the Grim Reaper, it is also difficult for the Sleeping God to come to this world, so it is also necessary to divide the divine power, but compared to the Great Death, the divine power is divided among the rest of the Grim Reaper.

The god of sleep is very smart, and he has lodged his divine power in these treasures, so these treasures actually represent a part of the divine power of the god of sleep.

He had fought in the Grim Reaper before, and he had been bombarded by Arthur's light cannon, and now he had lost these divine treasures, which had been much weaker than before.

"But you must not let him escape."

"The captivity is intact." The old man said.

"No, that's not enough."

Char shook his head with a smile, he raised his hand, and a huge glassware appeared on the ground on one side.

Some resemble a globe, but there is no map, just a round glass ball.

"You need to lock him up in here.

Absolutely no one must be allowed to fall asleep in front of him, no one, or he will sneak into that person's dreams. ”

Char stood up and came to Mora.

"And no one can afford the consequences."

Those inky eyes stared at him quietly, as if containing an abyss, and Mora subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at him.

Char smiled and pulled out a bottle of medicine from her body.

"This bottle of medicine can keep your people awake, and be sure that your people take it while they are guarding Him.

Formula, I've put it in the medicine bottle. ”

Mora took the vial, and he was silent for a long time, then looked up.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Help?" Char shook her head, "I'm not here to help you. ”

"The thing has been given to you, but whether to trust me or not is your own choice......"

He didn't answer, because before Mora could react, Char had already disappeared in place

Mora looked at the medicine in his hand and was silent for a long time, then he shouted.

"Madara!"

As his words fell, the housekeeper walked in from outside and bowed to Mora.

"Take this thing to the cellar, shut the thing in the cellar in it." He said.

Madara glanced at the orb he was pointing at, then bowed.

"Yes."

Then he began to beckon the people to start carrying the orb, and finally the sleeping god was carried inside.

As time passed, the god of sleep gradually woke up, and he was in a coma for a long time, perhaps because he had lost his divine power, or perhaps because of the special nature of the magic.

After he awoke, Mora was the first to go to the cellar.

At this moment, Hypnos was locked in a glass ball, curled up naked, with his hands around his knees, as if sensing that someone was entering, and he raised his eyes, staring at Mora with a dead gaze.

"Are you awake?"

Mora stood beside the orb, her head slightly raised, and said in a slightly condescending tone.

"I know you, you are the god of sleep, Hypnos.

I captured you with magic. ”

He had a smug smile on his face.

After being captured by humans, Hypnos seemed to have lost his previous arrogance, and his eyes had lost the arrogance of the past, and he only smiled with a slight disdain.

"Do you really think you arrested me?"

Mora, of course, thought that he was unwilling to accept this fact, so he smiled disdainfully and continued.

"It's not you who I'm trying to catch, it's the Grim Reaper.

I want Him to get back my son Randall, who died in the plague. ”

Mora took a deep breath and calmed herself.

"If you can get him back alive, I'll let you go."

Hypnos didn't speak, he bowed his head and said no more, it would be an insult to himself for a being like him to say a word to a mortal.

"Can you do it?" Mora continued.

But Hypnos remained speechless.

Mora bit her lip and suppressed the emotion in her heart, "It looks like it can't be." ”

After a pause, he said.

"So, what can you give me?

Power? Wealth? Or immortal? ”

But all he got was silence, and Mora took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

"Then I'll wait until you speak.

Until then, I'll enjoy the gift you gave me. ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left, and returned to the ground.

For a moment, only the Sleeping God and the two guards watching him were left in the entire cellar.

The sleeping god watched them quietly, feeling the magic on the glass cover, and was silent.

In his mind, Char's appearance and what Tanatos had told him about Sisyphus had come to mind.

He didn't even see how the being acted, he just pronounced his fate like a judge in a courtroom.

Then, this fate was fulfilled.

Hypnos never imagined the existence of such a power.

He had been laughing at Thanatos' experience in the past, but at the moment, he felt it immensely.

Hypnos is not a brainless guy, he and Thanatos are two inconspicuous characters in the Greek god system.

It wasn't that He didn't have a time when he was subservient.

If He had known the power of that being, He might not have provoked it at all.

But now, perhaps, it's too late.

He knows when to set Himself free, not by the will of that human being.

but

The will of that person

(End of chapter)