"Anderson's sociability is not bad."

Seeing that Klein was keeping an eye on the "new passenger" from time to time, Esther couldn't help but make this assessment, as Anderson had already started drinking with several pirates hiding in the shadows behind the cabin.

"What do you think?" Crane pressed the brim of his hat, and there was only indifference in his eyes.

The lark snorted vaguely, and finally left only one sentence: "Whether he compares me to the mural, whether intentionally or not, I don't like what he says." I felt like he was provoking me, and he was so bad. ”

"But you're just a bird, Nornes."

Klein said.

Esther fluttered her wings in displeasure, her slender wings arcing through the air, and the lark flew off Klein's shoulder and landed right into his bedroom window.

There was no fluctuation in Klein's eyes, but he chuckled in his heart, and his words seemed to be a provocation. However, judging from the lark's reaction, it should not be "Zoya" who is controlling it......

The uneasiness in Klein's heart never dissipated.

As a soothsayer, he would not easily ignore any signs of spiritual intuition, and such provocative jokes were just a little insignificant temptation on the part of Crane.

Esther is also dissatisfied, much better than Zoya's' emotionless attitude.

It was only about three hours before Crane went back to his room and went back to bed as night fell again.

He glanced at Esther, and the lark had heard Cordelia's ship-wide announcement, dragging a handkerchief over him.

Esther prefers the satchel she has been carrying for a long time to the cage, so after stuffing everything back, the lark lies on it again.

The feeling of having such a leisure place to sleep and tangling with small details makes Klein feel a lot more at ease about Esther's situation, and it seems that the fellow has not been seriously affected by "Zoya......

Crane hesitated for a moment and considered putting the lark back in the cage, but because night was approaching, there wasn't much time left for Crane to act, and he had to abandon the idea.

He closed his eyes, and the lark buried himself under his handkerchief.

——

Esther found herself in a dream, but not as a human, but in the form of a lark, and the white knuckles at the tips of her wings also appeared, which gave Esther a lot of confidence.

She looked around, it was pitch black, there was no light.

But she didn't need light to perceive the world around her, so Esther let go of the restraint on her consciousness.

Circles of light swung up from the lark's body, and soon formed an almost ball-like sphere of light, enveloping the dazed bird in the middle with a huge sound.

The sudden change struck Esther as strange, as her special sense did not open, but displayed other forms of power.

Please, this is a little different from what I imagined, can I still evolve in my dreams? Could it be that there is also a super-evolution?

Esther blinked vigorously, but the wheel of light that was constantly turning around her did not dissipate, and the gentle light made her feel motivated, and even had the confidence to distort the dreams around her.

This sense of confidence was not arrogant, and Esther could feel an inexplicable sense of control, like a person who knows how to bend his arms and bend his fingers for grasping, and like the instinct that Esther felt when she adapted to flying.

This sudden acquisition of ability can be both gratifying and unsettling.

"Well, I'm sure this is again within the scope of 'Zoya', and it has nothing to do with me." Esther muttered dissatisfied, but now that she had such an advantage, she immediately came up with the idea of exploring the dream.

However, she quickly remembered Klein's previous warnings during the conversation, and Crane knew too well Esther's impromptu nonsense, so he reminded him that "dreams are very dangerous".

After a little hesitation, Esther had to put this idea on hold for now, no matter what, the dream was much less of a threat to her now, and it shouldn't matter if she was just looking for the exit to this place.

Thinking so, Esther retracted most of the staggered and tumbling circles around her, leaving only one of them, allowing it to levitate around her like a circle of light, illuminating her surroundings.

Hey, angel bird? It's so stupid. I don't know where Klein is, I really want to show him this. I can still hang the halo directly on his head and give Klein the glory of fate, and then he will become an angel Gelman......

Putting aside these nonsense thoughts, Esther found a half-skeleton in the black cell, covered in tooth marks from unknown creatures.

The skeleton's skull and shoulder blades were much wider than normal, with only one eye socket, which looked very deformed, and Esther was curious to see if the creature that was eating the skeleton was still nearby.

If the other party can communicate, it is good, if you can't communicate, you will die, it is very simple.

In addition, the cell was covered with dust, but it was not so narrow that Esther felt cramped, perhaps because of the small relationship of the lark itself.

But to a bird, the stout black bars and chain-twined doors were useless. With a light twist, the lark flew straight out of the middle of the railing and landed on the less dusty aisle.

It's so quiet that it makes ordinary people panic, and dead silence is the main theme of this space.

Esther had been careful not to make any movement when she flapped her wings just now, and when she landed on the same cold and hard ground, she turned her head and looked back and forth along both ends of the passage, but her observations yielded no results, and there was nothing nearby.

There are no signs or signs, so where is this going? Pick a side?

Just as Esther's choice difficulty began to show her head, she heard a movement far away, and through her mastery of the dream, Esther sensed some kind of raging thunder and lightning turbulence.

It didn't take long for some kind of sound of the iron door being knocked down hard: "Bang! ”

Esther didn't hesitate, flapping her wings more often and flying towards the place where the violent collision was heard, whatever the source was, she had to see.

The feeling of the thunder and lightning just now already reminded Esther of the many "storm" charms that Klein had collected.

Soon, she heard a sound of heavy footsteps, and the humanoid creature seemed to be quite unscrupulous in her dream, unconcerned that she would be discovered by others.

As Esther approached the source of the sound, she was on the edge of a hall.

She saw the back of a knight in pitch-black armor, a wooden door that flew upside down and lay across the ground, and a blue-blue gemstone cane raised in the hand of another man.

There seemed to be another person in the smaller room, but he shrank in the corner of the wall, shivering.

From Esther's point of view, it was impossible to see the face of the person in the room, and the three people were scattered in a triangle, and the young man with a cane in the middle stood very delicately, and he was wary of the two directions around him at the same time.

Hurricane flew out of the cane in layers, and the blue-blue light shone on his gold-rimmed glasses, protecting Gelman Sparrow in the midst of it.

But the knight was swinging his great broadsword, slashing beyond the hurricane one after another, and more and more winds were blowing out in turmoil.

Esther flew harder towards the end of the room, and the ring around her suddenly brightened.

And the black-armored knight seemed to have no notice of the lark approaching behind him, he suddenly inhaled briefly and charged his strength, and was slashed down by the high raised sword, and the hurricane actually roared.

The violent wind and waves of the two sides suddenly spread, blowing away all the old debris piled up nearby, including the nearest Crane.

The dream was violently turbulent, and it was on the verge of collapse because of the conflict.

People who are in a dream will naturally wake up.

——

When the sunlight outside the window disappeared and the quiet night had just fallen, Crane and the lark closed their eyes and quickly fell asleep.

But less than two minutes later, the lark opened his eyes again.

Round stars sparkle under its eyes.

The lark lifted off his handkerchief and reflexively arched into the satchel it had pressed before, and a moment later it emerged from it again, holding the undulating emblem of the night with a black light in its mouth.

The lark slammed his paw at Crane's long trench coat hanging from the coat rack, and a broken and loose knot flew out of it and landed in front of it.

The lark gently clicked on the knot of peace, and it actively dispersed into several scattered thin threads, and under the unbelievably dexterous claws of the lark, it was quickly braided into a new ring, and the night emblem was being tied to it.

The lark put the rope around his neck and quietly watched the sleeping man on the bed.

After a few seconds, the lark suddenly felt something, and crouched down to the top of the satchel again. He put the handkerchief over himself, blocking the "new ornament" on his body, revealing only a little of his head, and then closed his eyes.

In the dream, everything around me suddenly became trance.

When he was blown away by the wind and waves, Crane subconsciously rolled twice and fell off the bed with a "plop", almost falling face down on the ground.

Klein opened his eyes immediately, and his mind was not completely detached from the conflict in the dream for a while, including the ring light and the flying lark that seemed to be approaching at the end.

Klein subconsciously reviewed what he had just seen, this was already his combat habit, and the thoughts that were racing in his mind made him regain consciousness in an instant.

His eyes glanced over the window, where no sunlight was shining in.

Oops! You have to go back to sleep, the night isn't over yet!

As soon as Klein propped himself up, he jumped back on the bed.

He glanced up at the tabletop, too, and the lark was covered under the handkerchief, and Esther didn't seem to wake up.

When he saw the pale yellow feathers exposed, Crane was relieved, and he quickly closed his eyes and focused on the meditative state so that he could enter the dream as soon as possible.

When his breathing was steady again, the lark shook off his handkerchief, slipped into his satchel and dug out the wooden box, from which he pulled out the near-intact snakeskin.

Large spots of light shed from its feathers and poured into the snake's body to fill it.

The snakeskin, like a balloon that has been blown up, gradually swells and turns into three-dimensional, and finally converges into an identical lark - including the bare white wingtips, which are exactly the same as the skylark with the mark on the underside of the eye.

"Sleep, sleep all the time." The lark said.

The puppet of light leaned over affectionately, pressed it against the lark's neck and chirped softly, then it stuffed the contents of the table back into its satchel and put its handkerchief on it.

The puppet lark's head dropped slightly, and it seemed that it had fallen asleep peacefully, perfectly carrying out the command to "go to sleep".

The lark didn't take anything but the emblem, and flew straight to the window.

It steals the distance between itself and the window.

Feel the chill of the air currents under the wings, the waves of the sea crashing against the hull of the boat, and the lark let out a pleasant but meaningless laugh.

It spun as it lifted the distance, as if stepping on an elegant ballet step into the still, vague night.

(End of chapter)