SWDnovel Chapter 348 Dream
Chapter 348 Dream
Chapter 348 Dream
Danitz wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, yawned, and sat up straight.
"...I haven't slept this well in a long time."
"Oh right, about that just now..."
He paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the empty chair next to the table. He shook his head in confusion before asking, "Did you pay the bill?"
"You said you were treating before you fell asleep."
"Really? Then I'll go settle the bill."
After saying that, Danitz staggered to his feet and walked toward the bar.
As Sirion watched Danitz's back as he slept soundly, a gold coin in his hand flicked into the air with a clang.
"Eric Drake...you're using dreams to probe Danitz's memories while talking to me?"
"No wonder they're such seasoned viewers."
"Unfortunately, Danitz was just an ordinary passenger at the time and didn't know much more than the average person."
"I just don't know if he can discover anything through the spiritual world, like Gehrman Sparrow, or Mr. Azik."
"If he goes to test Gehrman Sparrow, I wonder if he can get a one-way ticket to Misty Town."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and then tossed the gold coins in his hand again.
In the mystical-themed café on Olive Tree Avenue.
After a roundabout and tentative conversation with Alger, the "Hanged Man," in real life for the first time.
Klein slowly stood up, looked at Alger dressed as a folk wizard behind the table, and chuckled: "To be honest, you're not suited to this kind of attire."
Alger paused for a moment, somewhat caught off guard by the other's train of thought, but he didn't ask any further questions. Compared to this ambiguous statement, he had a more intriguing question.
Why did you decide to come to me for a fortune telling?
Klein smiled and drew a card from the stack of tarot cards on the table, a card with a three-ringed wheel hanging in a blue sky, the "Wheel of Fortune" card.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," stared at the turned-up Wheel of Fortune card, his pupils contracting slightly.
So it really is related to "fate"...?
It seems my guess was right; this is a mission that is not convenient for "Fate," who has multiple identities, to participate in.
Or rather, this is a task directly belonging to the "Fool" faction!
For me, this should also be considered a test, and I must do my best, no, I must do it perfectly.
Thinking of this, Alger's excitement subsided.
By the time he came to his senses, "The World," wearing a top silk hat and a black wool coat, had already opened the brown door and left the café.
Is "Fate" also in Bayam? Is the entity or organization behind him related to the path of fate?
As he was talking to himself, his gaze suddenly fell on his reflection in the mirror in the corner of the wall.
A man who looked rugged and weathered, seemingly ready to pull out an axe and chop down a group of people at any moment, was wearing a very mysterious classical wizard's robe.
This incongruous aura made him look very awkward.
...No wonder "the world" said I'm not suited to this kind of outfit.
Klein, returning from his meeting with "The Hanged Man" at the "Azure Wind" inn, pushed open the door to his room.
When he crossed the gate, he arrived not at a hotel room, but at Danitz's first-class cabin on the White Onyx.
Klein, who had been pondering the problem, instantly snapped out of his reverie and realized what was happening.
...In my dream, which "dream demon" was targeting me?
With his thoughts swirling in his mind, he walked towards his bedroom with an unchanged expression, intending to observe first and then react accordingly if any problems arose.
When he opened the bedroom door, he didn't see the familiar bed, but rather a thick white mist that stretched across the sea, occasionally punctuated by flashes of crimson fire.
Then he saw "Danitz" appear silently beside him. He looked at the fog-shrouded sea in horror, his voice trembling slightly: "What...what happened?"
"Has that damn White Agate sailed into the Misty Sea?"
"He's putting on quite a show..." Klein thought to himself, maintaining Gehrman Sparrow's cold demeanor as he said in a chilling voice, "I don't know."
He had barely finished speaking when Randolph Carter appeared beside him, looking at him with a half-smile and saying, "I might know something."
"Someone is hunting down Banshee's weather god."
"Using 'hunting' might not be the most accurate description; it would be more accurate to say that we are cleaning up pollution."
"Gelman, what do you think?"
Klein stared back at him expressionlessly... This guy's acting is so fake, he never calls me Gehrman.
However, this seems somewhat different from the abilities of "Nightmare"? Is it a higher-sequence Extraordinary, or some other path that grants similar abilities?
"I'm sorry, it was my mistake."
Another voice sounded behind him, and before Klein could turn around, the other person walked directly in front of him.
He was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a greyish-white robe over his tuxedo. His face was an unnaturally pale white, with only a few wrinkles on his forehead, and his light golden hair was neatly combed back.
A flicker of surprise crossed Klein's eyes. He didn't recognize this unfamiliar extraordinary being at all, but he felt that the other party had probably already discovered that he could remain conscious in this dream world.
A thought flashed through his mind, and then he saw the gentleman opposite him speak to him gently and politely: "You are clearly neither a 'Dream Demon' nor a 'Dream Walker,' yet you can remain conscious in a dream."
"This is the first, well, the second time I've seen something like this. It seems you have quite a secret to hide."
Klein felt his heart suddenly race.
Taking a deep breath, he relied on the "Joker's" abilities to maintain his composure, asking in a completely calm tone, "The second time? Then who was the first time?"
The gentleman opposite smiled gently and said, "Someone you know too."
Randolph Carter.
"He is blessed with extraordinary fortune and favor, his mind will never be lost, and he can naturally remain clear-headed even in his dreams."
Does he know Sirion? No, he might also know Randolph Carter and have tested him with dreams in the same way he is now.
Or perhaps he simply found something at Sirion's place and followed the trail to me?
Lost in thought, he changed the subject expressionlessly:
Which sequence does "Dreamwalker" belong to?
"This is sequence 5 of the 'audience' pathway."
"Those extraordinary individuals in this sequence possess abilities similar to the 'Night' pathway of nightmares."
"However, a 'dream demon' can forcibly pull people into a dream, while a 'dream walker' cannot, unless hypnosis is used in conjunction."
The other person seemed quite willing to answer his questions, and even provided rather detailed answers.
A sense of surprise crossed Klein's mind. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"There's no need to be so defensive or tense. I mean no harm; I'm just investigating what happened in Bansi not long ago."
"I discovered your presence with that pirate named Danitz. You seem to have a deep understanding of what happened that day. Could you share some information with me?"
"I..."
Klein opened his mouth, wanting to refuse but unable to say it.
"It's just sharing some information; it won't harm you in any way, will it?"
"If you really don't want to, you can decide for yourself what information to tell me, even false information, since I can't tell the difference, can I?"
Hmm... Klein nodded slightly, agreeing with what the other person said.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sudden knocking on the door interrupted their conversation.
After a brief silence, the door behind them was pushed open from the outside with a bang.
Sirion glanced at the two men talking face to face and walked up to them in a very familiar manner: "We meet again, Mr. Gehrman and Mr. Eric."
Eric looked at Cyril, who had suddenly intruded into this dream world, with some surprise: "How did you know I was here? And how did you enter the dream world?"
"You used my image; that's exclusive copyright."
"As for entering the dream, it's simple; just open a door wherever your eyes can see."
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As he spoke, Sirion took out the crystal ball that contained a single azure eye.
Inside the crystal ball, the phantom of a towering mountain peak emerges in the night sky, with an invisible veil hanging beneath the scattered twinkling stars.
At the same time, the light in this dream suddenly dimmed, and the sounds of crashing waves and howling sea breeze disappeared, leaving only a stillness where even breathing had ceased.
The mystery reappears: "The Vanished Kingdom of Night".
Eric looked around curiously before his gaze settled on the crystal ball that Sirion was holding.
"Creating secret magic?"
"What do you want to do?"
Cyril tossed the crystal ball in his hand and chuckled, "Of course, I'm just reminding you to take precautions to keep your actions secret before doing anything bad, so you don't give yourself away."
"I was merely asking your friend, who is hiding many secrets, some questions; I wasn't forcing anything."
Eric explained for a moment, then paused and added, "Of course, if you'd like to tell me directly, I don't have to beat around the bush."
"You two know each other?"
Klein interjected, but no one answered him.
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The three of them suddenly fell silent for two seconds.
Just as Cyril pulled a piece of drawing paper from his pocket and handed it to Klein, Eric snatched it first and unfolded it in front of the two of them.
The drawing paper features a dark emblem with a deep black background, adorned with dazzling embellishments, surrounding exactly half of the crimson moon.
"The Dark Symbol?"
Klein and Eric both exclaimed in surprise.
The next second, the surrounding light dimmed further, as if we were deep in the darkness with only a few scattered stars, and the air was filled with the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and moonflower.
Klein felt as if he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he listened to the bishop's sermon in the Church of St. Serena.
Cyril looked around curiously; to him, the surrounding darkness felt like a soft, dreamlike layer.
A serene and deep black veil.
It felt like a thin veil that would tear at the slightest touch, but no matter how he reached out, he couldn't reach it.
In less than two breaths, the dream returned to brightness, and Eric's figure had vanished without a trace.
After looking around, Sirion picked up the drawing paper with the Dark Symbol drawn on it that had fallen to the ground.
Klein looked into the dream and suddenly felt much more relaxed in his mind and heart.
Eric subtly exerted a psychological influence on me just now, but that influence has now disappeared with his departure.
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he looked at Cyril beside him and asked, "Where did he go?"
"Um...maybe he went to the Kingdom of Night as a guest."
"It's just a one-way ticket, it only includes drop-off, not pick-up."
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"The Kingdom of Night? Is it related to that mysterious reappearance you just used?"
As he spoke, he looked at the crystal ball in Sirion's hand. Sirion had mentioned the extraordinary ability of Mystic Reappearance to him when they were discussing this crystal ball above the gray fog.
They can draw power from their knowledge of mysticism to create all sorts of amazing and powerful witchcraft and magic.
The fewer people know the corresponding occult knowledge, the less it is passed down, and the more powerful this kind of magic is.
Xireen nodded thoughtfully: "It's somewhat related, but it's mainly thanks to you."
"Me?" Klein didn't quite understand what he meant.
"Let's leave first."
Without offering further explanation, Sirion turned and walked towards the door behind him, reaching out to press the doorknob and gently turning it with a click!
As the door opened, a blurry, pale blue curtain of water appeared in the door frame.
On the other side of the "water curtain," the appearance of a real hotel room is vaguely revealed.
Cyril stepped forward, easily passing through the water curtain and returning to reality.
Within two seconds, Klein also broke free from the dream.
Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, and his right hand still on the doorknob, he suddenly realized that he had been pulled into the dream when he opened the door.
"The 'hypnosis' I was put into is the action of opening a door? When?"
"Or perhaps, that Eric is no longer a Dream Walker, but a more powerful demigod, which is why he pulled me into the dream without my knowledge."
"If he hadn't transformed my room into something like the one on the White Agate, I wouldn't have realized I was in a dream."
After whispering for a while, he slightly tightened his wrist, turned the handle, and pushed open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he saw a middle-aged gentleman sitting on the living room sofa, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.
He's still alive!
Klein instinctively took a step back, only to bump into another person.
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He almost reflexively threw a few playing cards as knives.
"it's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, he could no longer maintain Gehrman Sparrow's indifference and said irritably, "Why do you walk so quietly?"
"Is it possible that you're too focused...?"
"Oh right, to prevent anyone impersonating me from noticing, I interfered with my divination and spiritual intuition beforehand."
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After a half-second silence, Klein pointed to Eric, who was sitting on the living room sofa pretending to be asleep, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"I feel like he's dead, but also like he's not?"