To Esther's puzzlement, when she first stepped into the room, she was reflected in the mirror, but there was no reflection of the lark inside.

Hearing Leomaster mention the "shadow", she remembered to look at her feet.

The result was not as she expected, although there was an aura around her, there was no shadow of herself, and the claws of the lark were empty.

"Leomaster, calm down." Esther said this, and even released two more rings to hang around her, allowing more light to fall on Leomaster's body.

The buzzing sound kept sounding, and the fear in Leomast's eyes was dispelled, and he looked at the lark in a trance and feverishness: "What should I do?" ”

Esther was not at ease with him, Leomast's spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse, she didn't want to give him too much stimulation, and she was worried that distorting the dream by his side would cause Leomast to wake up from his dream.

"I'll go and find out what the Black Knight is doing, and if you're afraid, protect yourself."

Leomast hung his head deeply, and without saying a word, he pushed a small crack open by the door for the lark.

After Esther flew out, Leomaster closed the wooden door tightly.

Esther circled the hall, and she quickly caught the sound of footsteps in the depths of the cell, and the sound of a hard object colliding with the door.

The "demon" that Leommaster feared was still persistently looking for him everywhere, and Esther was not sure if it was her good luck that kept him in the cell area for a while, and did not run back to the storage room here.

This time left Esther and Leomaster for initial communication, which laid a good foundation for subsequent communication.

If Esther could have helped in this matter, it would have been logical for Esther to ask to take her away later.

The lark flails its wings and flies in the direction from which the sound came.

But within a few seconds, the scene around Esther suddenly became turbulent, and the ripples of the water continued to spread, until a swirl of light bloomed from within her, and the phantom of the black door appeared, engulfing the lark entirely—

Leo Master's dream woke up.

——

Crane opened his eyes from the dream.

Warm sunlight shines through the closed windows and falls in the cabin, where nothing changes.

He looked back on his two previous dreams and guessed where Leomast was, as he got up from his bed and straightened his clothes.

Then Crane looked in the direction of the desk, puzzled.

The room was so quiet that Esther didn't ask questions about the dream? When did her curiosity end up in a cage?

Crane shook his head with a mental smile, then walked to the table and snapped two taps with his knuckles, "It's time to get up." ”

The lark still hasn't moved.

Klein tried to poke the exposed feather tufts twice, but there was no response, his spiritual instincts did not warn, and yes, Esther, who had been sleeping, did not pose any danger, but her situation made Klein feel that something was wrong.

He took out the coin and said "Esther is still in the dream world" seven times, bouncing it into the air.

The tossed coin swirled in a circle that constantly subverted itself, and Crane's gaze tossed and fell as it was tossed high without any direct visual revelation.

The coin landed on his hand and was given a straight face with only a simple "yes" to the answer.

Esther is trapped in a dream......

Feeling uneasy, Crane resettled the lark, which seemed to be quietly asleep, in its cage and locked it, and then hurried out the door to inquire if it was dangerous for Cordelia to fall asleep in the middle of the day.

But as soon as he walked out the door, Klein met the "strongest hunter" who had come to know himself: "Hey, Gelman, where did you go in your dreams?" I didn't even see you. ”

"Why should you be seen?" Klein's rhetorical question was not friendly, but his current mood was very close to Gelman's character, and he was really not friendly.

Hearing Anderson say that "when leaving the dream" is in the same position as "when entering again", Klein frowned again, but he didn't show it, just indifferently perfunctory about the topic.

Then, Anderson mentioned that he heard the sound of doors opening and footsteps in the depths, but no one came out, and Klein quickly remembered that he had peeked into his sight before.

Crane didn't talk to Anderson for too long, but went to the captain's room.

Crane was relieved to receive the answer from the "Star General" that it was okay to sleep at noon, and then he asked, "What happens if I keep sleeping in my dreams?" ”

Gardelia was stunned: "To be honest, I don't know...... Is it the lark? I'm not sure if an animal's dreams are different from a human's, or maybe it's more influenced by the sea. ”

Klein nodded, but didn't say anything, but looking at his indifferent attitude, Gadelia could basically confirm Fang Cai's guess.

"It's hard to guarantee what will happen if it keeps sleeping. As a bird, even extraordinary creatures don't necessarily have much self-control, and a person can be confused by being stuck in dreams for a long time, and it may fly too far in dreams. ”

Klein let out a deep "um" before exiting the captain's cabin.

Gardelia sighed softly when she saw him leave.

I hope Gelman Sparrow doesn't linger too much because he is worried about the bird's condition, this area is too dangerous, and the "Future" still has to leave as soon as possible after finding the mermaid.

If the lark hadn't woken up by then, there was nothing Gardelia could do.

——

When Leomast wakes up, Esther is caught up in another dream.

The lark spread its wings just in time to avoid a freefall that fell into the dirt, and Esther didn't fly too high, but quickly landed on top of the faceless scarecrow after simply sweeping its surroundings.

At first glance, the dream seems to be very peaceful, at least out of the dark and cramped prison, and there are no black-armored knights chasing people everywhere.

The yellow wheat fields are densely packed, and the wheat stalks are bent down by the heavy, deformed ears that seem to be broken at any moment, and it looks like a good harvest is about to come.

The golden expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, but there were no ridges or paths carved out for human walking, and there were no buildings nearby, except for a few pimpled hills in the distance, sparsely inserted with thin black strips.

The blue-purple sky is covered with clouds in the shape of tiny droplets, which is very strange.

There were twisting swirls in the sky, and when Esther looked up, it was just a moving line. But as soon as she looked away, she could feel countless eyes open in the whirlpools above her head.

The eyeballs spun wildly in the whirlpool, and the liquid condensed and fell from the surface of the eyeballs, but after falling, they turned directly into clouds and stagnated in the sky.

Esther retracted the aura around her, the space here was bright enough, and she didn't need to be distracted all the time to maintain it

The lark sat on the scarecrow's shoulders and looked down at the wheat field below.

Esther always felt that the oversized ears of wheat looked like tumors, the skin was uneven as if they could burst at any moment, and each grain of wheat was covered with long barbed whiskers, which stood up unevenly and jumbly.

Maybe I shouldn't be a lark, I'm a crow...... It's a pity I hate crows.

Thinking so, Esther flapped her wings twice. She saw a house at the foot of the hill with smoke coming out of it, and began to think about whether to fly there to have a look.

At that moment, the faceless scarecrow at the lark's feet suddenly moved, and the stitches on its neck continued to snap until it could turn its head completely.

The head made of wheat straw was forcibly turned ninety degrees, and the thin rod of the face suddenly began to squirm, and two fist-sized buttons were squeezed out of it, and several bloody tendons were attached to them, and the buttons were strung deep into the scarecrow's head.

The lark didn't move, just stared straight at it.

The scarecrow didn't make any moves, but Esther noticed that the thread on his neck that had just cracked was being retracted and tied up little by little, and his head was sewn back up.

Esther really wanted to ask it: What are you looking at?

But before he could say this, the lark tentatively stretched out his right paw and made a simple grip at the scarecrow's neck.

Out of curiosity, combined with a certain affected mischievous mentality, Esther made such a move.

The next moment, Esther had flapped her wings with all her might, and flew upwards.

The lark's claws clung to a large mass of twine, and at the end of the twine were blood-stained wheat mangs, and some of them had small pieces of skin or flesh hanging from the ends, from which red beads of blood continued to seep out, and drop by drop fell into the golden fields.

As the threads were all stolen by Esther, the scarecrow's neck began to shake uncontrollably, as if trying to raise its head and pursue the evil lark with its buttoned eyes.

But this action is not suitable for the scarecrow's neck, which falls backwards when its head is tilted up, revealing the living creature hidden within—or, perhaps, the owner of the dream.

Esther looked down below, and she struggled to catch a glimpse of a barely human face from the inside of the stuffed ears of wheat.

But it was only a face that was difficult to distinguish between genders, and the man's eyes, nostrils, and mouth were filled with ears of rice, and the tips of Maimang's whiskers kept picking at the bloody holes in the skin, and wriggling to sew up the gaps with wheat stalks.

The poor man's flesh and blood became nourishment, and he was forced to nourish the endless harvest with his body, and the wheat, full of life, turned around and poured life back into the living man's body, making him or her completely incapable of death.

Although it is just a dream, it is also another portrayal of reality.

I'm afraid that the fate of the owner of the dream realm will not be much better, trapped in a dilemma where even death has become a luxury, constantly eroded by the distorting forces of the outside world.

This man may have gone crazy a long time ago, and even his consciousness has become numb, but he is just dreaming of a good harvest surrounded by ears of wheat.

Esther had to let go of her claws, for the wheat was writhing and flipping, trying to pierce the lark and make her part of the fertilizer.

She looked down again, but there was nothing she could do but a little compassion, the ears of wheat would not even allow the dreaming life to die, and if Esther wanted to go down and help the man "free", it would only wake up because of the backlash of the wheat field.

The reality is not going to change.

The lark let out a soft roar, and the dream suddenly began to tremble, and circles of ripples rippled from Esther's body.

She used her ability to control the dream to temporarily affect the stability of the place, which Esther was able to easily do since the dream owner had already had a nervous breakdown.

Then the lark raised his claws and grasped again, stealing the distance between himself and another dream, and hovered through the black door phantom of the ripples, and flew somewhere else.