Thackerayson's pupils were blank as he wandered, staring at the books on the shelves not far away, and at the stack of books in front of the table, as if he had never opened them.

He felt like a sailboat that had dropped anchor, unable to determine where he was, and could only drift in confusion with the broken waves.

"Disordered ......"

Thackleson chewed on inaudible words in his mouth as he reached for the Age of the Gods and flipped to the section associated with the Abyss of Discord, his thoughts surging uncontrollably.

As for the question that Rogers asked him, he directly ignored the past.

"Stabilize his mind, I hope it will be of some use." Rogers' brow furrowed slightly, his expression solemn and serious, he carefully observed Thackraison's face, trying to read more information from the other man's expression.

Alice obediently used the [Protector Bonus] on it, and Thackraison felt the peace of mind before looking up at the two sitting across from him.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally thought of the secret he was carrying, and said with a forced smile: "Thank you two for your concern, I didn't encounter any big trouble." ”

"Well, I wish you a great life." Rogers tugged on his monocle, picked up the cane beside his chair, didn't say anything more, and simply got up to say goodbye.

Alice also stood up, she looked at the little anxiety and uneasiness in Thackerasson's eyes, and finally told the other party that it was better to go to the healing center sooner, otherwise something would really go wrong.

When the two of them walked out of the large library together, the sky outside hadn't changed much.

"So although Thackerasson doesn't have any aura of disorder on his body at the moment, you can already detect the danger behind him with your intuition, right?"

Rogers cast a noise barrier through his magic, and he looked out at the blue sky, listened to Alice's many messages, and replied in a summary manner.

"Yes, he gave me the feeling that it was like a deeply buried burst essence crystal, which could explode at any time." Alice agreed with the response.

The two then chatted a few more words, and finally, as they approached the Hilmi House dormitory, Alice turned to the Sage's Tower, ready to be instructed by the Vice Principal.

Rogers first went to the Big Tree Library and borrowed a few books related to Discord Abyss, and when he was about to leave, he whimsically collected several tomes related to Sleepless Township.

By the time he returned to his cabin, it was nearly noon.

"Welcome home." Rufia, who was reading on the couch, raised her eyes to see Rogers' figure and shouted softly.

Rogers nodded to Rufia in response, leaning his cane against the door and hanging his uniform trench coat on a hanger before he reached his desk and laid out all the books he had borrowed.

"How's it going?" Alina sat aside, studying the Elementals, and when Rogus sat down, she asked curiously.

"Unexpectedly smooth, the seeds have been planted, and then the process of watering is coming, and I had an idea about it not long ago, but I don't know if it can really be developed." Rogers clasped his fingers together and stretched his arms forward, stretching his muscles.

Alina scanned the books on Sleepless in front of Rogus, glanced at Rufia, and then back at Rogers.

Rogers bowed his head slightly, and began to absorb knowledge.

Is it because of the existence of the sleepless country that the living beings can dream? Or is it because of the dreams of the living beings that the birth of the sleepless country was promoted?

These two questions have existed since ancient times, and many scholars have been debated about them for a long time, but to this day, these two questions have always been around, and no one can give conclusive evidence or inferences.

However, with the development of the times, one thing has gradually become a consensus, that is, dreams are just dreams, and sleepless land is sleepless country.

Although there is a certain connection between dreams and Sleepless Country, the two are two different places after all, and they cannot be completely confused.

As time passed, the sun tilted slowly to the west, and the sky gradually faded, and the sunlight gradually changed from a dazzling golden yellow to a warm yellow, casting a gentle and soft light.

During this period, Rogers only occasionally ate a few pastries handed by Alina, and spent the rest of the time making up for the relevant knowledge of Sleepless Township, and even used the [Enlightenment Bonus] to help speed up.

It wasn't until the last of the orange afterglow faded into the horizon, replaced by the twinkling of the stars and the swaying of the moon, that he rested for a moment, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Back in the bedroom, Rufia's eyes looked at Rogers, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and every time she cast her gaze, she could see that the other person was looking at her as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment of apprehension, she managed to muster up her courage, picked up a book, and respectfully held it to Rogers:

"I'm sorry, this was given to me by my classmates, not what I wanted to see......"

Rogers was slightly stunned when he heard this, he stared at the pamphlet handed by Lufia, and looked at it suspiciously, that is, these few glances made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.

The content of the book is the story of a demon king pretending to be a student, infiltrating a magic academy, bewitching dozens of innocent girls along the way, persecuting countless outstanding students, and finally being expelled back to the demon world by the brave who has gone through many dangers.

The demon king in the book is not named, and he is always referred to as the demon king, and Rogers can easily detect who this demon king is based on.

"Anything else?" Rogers asked calmly.

He was originally thinking about whether Rufia's ability could lead many people into dreams through the bonus of [Enlightenment Bonus], and if not, what type of sacrifice he would have to go through to raise Rufia to this level, and whether he could directly let him master this ability himself.

It's just that I didn't think that the other party would be able to give such a gift before the formal organization of the language was spoken.

"There's only this one for now." Rufia staggered.

"Okay." Rogers nodded slightly, and returned the book to Rufia very tolerantly, he did not continue to ask, but planned to find Derick tomorrow and ask him to help find out which great writer wrote this great book.

Then he got down to business, and explained his thoughts to Rufia in detail.

"Yes, I've taken Alina into dreams many times." Rufia uttered something that surprised Rogers.

"Why don't you call me?" Rogers was silent for a moment, and asked with a strange expression.

Lufia opened her mouth to speak, and before she could really speak, Alina, who had finished washing up from the bathroom, pushed the door back to the bedroom, and she caught a glimpse of the two of them, and after a little thought, she said to Rogers:

"If you're asking about dreams, you didn't ask her before, and the girls' slumber party didn't propose to remind her to join, right?"

"Is it really just a slumber party?" Rogers raised his hand to support his chin and looked at Alina seriously, he always felt that the other party might be persecuting him in the illusion.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, let me go in and have fun tonight."

Seeing that Alina didn't reply immediately, and he didn't bother to bother with such an inconsequential thing, he reached out and slapped the sheets twice, signaling the two to hurry up and get into bed.

When the lights went out in the bedroom and there was no more light left in the room, Rufia lay in the middle tonight, holding the palms of Alina and Rogers in both hands.

The process of falling asleep was completely different from what Rogers had imagined, and as his eyelids grew heavier, he felt as if his body was sinking towards an unknown place under the tutelage of Rufia.

As he closed his eyes, his mind could not completely detach himself from reality, he saw some blurry images in the darkness, seemingly fragments of the past and fragments of memories, slowly emerging in his consciousness.

These memories are sometimes clear, sometimes vague, and make him feel like he is on the border between the past and the present.

"Rutgers, come here!"

A clear, distant call came slowly, like a breeze through Rogers's thoughts, and he traced the source of the sound, constantly urging himself to sink, sink, sink......

Until the colorful picture suddenly burst out in front of his eyes, he suddenly felt that he was in an endless sea of clouds, and felt an unprecedented lightness and freedom.

"It's real, it's not like a dream at all...... Rogers clenched his fist slightly, and then rubbed his pajamas a few times, feeling the reality of this lucid dream.

Once he had roughly learned how to control his body, he lunged down into the clouds.

With the sound of the fierce wind in your ears, the earth covered in dense verdant grass comes into view, undulating like waves, bathed in the sun.

"It's amazing." Rogers stepped barefoot on the clean grass, and the breeze made a rustling sound as the blades of grass brushed through the blades.

In front of him was a familiar cabin, not unlike his real-life St. Herthe's quarters.

"It's all Rufia's dreams, and she's given us the authority to build things as we please, and you can knead them like a creator for the natural environment here."

Alina walks up to Rogeth, tells him about it, and uses her past experience to teach Rogus how to shape Rufia's dreams.

The method wasn't that complicated, and in Rutgers's opinion, it was very similar to plastic magic.

After fiddling with a few stone carvings and feeling that he had almost mastered it, he reminded Alina and Rufia out loud, and began to shape the land with his hands outstretched.

The original grassland quickly dissolved into a mass of rocks, gravel, and black volcanic rock, and then dark green moss continued to emerge from the ground, covering the ground with a thick carpet.

After completing the majestic tundra landscape, Rogers waved his hand to evoke towering mountains, majestic glaciers, meandering fjords, and finally the endless sea that surrounds the land.

In his previous life, he had always wanted to go to Iceland, but he never arrived until his death, and this place just made up for his regrets.

This was followed by the magnificent Romanesque temple, the Gothic Cologne Cathedral, the Baroque Trevi Fountain......

Buildings of different styles rose one after another, and Alina and Rufia constantly scanned the changes around them.

"It's a pity that it's just a vague outline, and even if the memories can be clearly displayed, it can only be so rough." Rogers sighed inwardly.

He originally wanted to build a few more wooden pavilions and pavilions to miss his hometown, but in the end, in order to avoid ruining the style of painting and making the two people next to him too suspicious, he chose to stop.

But even then, the two looked at Rogers with very different eyes, and Rufia was pure adoration because she had never done such a thing.

Alina thought a little more, and after a moment of deliberation, she said to the rising Rogers, "Is it good for you to change the cultural outlook of the present world?" ”

"Yes." Rogers replied casually, he didn't think it was even a secret.

"I can help you." Alina said earnestly.

"Okay." Rogers continued to answer casually, and continued to enjoy kneading the world without stopping, which was even happier than Minecraft.

I don't know how long it was, until the sun rose on the horizon, and Rogers couldn't get enough of returning from his dream.

Rufia struggled to open her eyes, her eyes full of sleepiness, she found for the first time that it took a lot of energy to support her dreams, especially after Rogers's seemingly creative mass stuffing, she felt exhausted just to keep her dreams running.

"If you make dreams a little better, and you can pull people into dreams through other mediums, you can definitely help with a lot of things." Rogers reached out and rubbed Rufia's fluffy blonde hair, pondering.

Because of the nature of dreams, he can stuff people with "non-existent memories", or pretend to be ghosts.

In particular, the effect on the dissemination of information, if it allows him to dream at any time and meet the believers everywhere, it can bring a wave of unimaginable benefits.

And he has the ability to develop his own organization, which can be turned into a cornerstone.

It's a pity that the skills related to Sleepless or Dream are too scarce, and he has turned through so many tomes, and he has never seen a strong person who is famous for his dream skills.

The current illusion trial at St. Herte's Gate is also the result of continuous updating and iteration of the sages of the past generations, and it is not a complete dream.

But fortunately, there is a surprise of Rufia by his side, and he will study each other more in the future, and maybe he can help him deduce this ability.

Thinking of this, Rogers couldn't help but increase the force in his hand, and rubbed Rufia's little head a few times.

Rufia just let Rogus move, her mouth wide open and let out a deep, long yawn, and as Rogers' movements stopped, her eyes closed again, relieving the accumulated fatigue.

(End of chapter)