The melodious piano music continues.
Just not very clear.
The current dream world, under the control of Ms. Morgan's "courtyard" magic, is composed of different dream scenes spliced together to form a kaleidoscope-like complex space.
Different dreams are like different worlds, so distinct from each other that even the sounds are difficult to convey.
At this time, even if the piano music is only a vague reverberation, it can still express the intuitive sense of dissonance.
But at this moment, a certain head nurse said bluntly: "I'll leave this to you, okay?"
When she was dragged out of her sweet dream by Omo, she had already looked around her. When she landed, she said this, making everyone else turn to look.
Omer was also slightly startled. He didn't expect that someone would leave the team just after they arrived.
But it became clear immediately.
"Going to rescue the wounded?"
Knowing the historical deeds of Miss Nightingale, it is not difficult to guess this.
Not to mention that there are many overly intuitive and clear examples of this in his memory from another world.
"That's right," Nightingale said. She didn't want to waste any time. She just stared at Homare, as if she regarded him as the leader of the team. "Can you allow it?"
If the thugs cannot be restrained, just rescuing the injured will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It is not that the head nurse does not understand this truth.
But after she saw Flanders III and Morgan Le Fay, she felt that she should run towards reality.
"Permission, go ahead." Without wasting any time, Omo just nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the piano music.
The Grand Duke and the poet on the side also followed at the same time.
Although he also agreed that the decision should be made against time at this moment, there was still a small glitch at the moment.
Let him take just two steps and it will be a meal.
The three of them all turned around and looked at the woman who was still standing where she was.
"You're not trying to save some long-range magic, are you?" Omer frowned.
And the motionless one, just standing in the distance holding the long staff, just smiled and asked:
"Is there a reason why I have to take action?"
"...In this case, please be careful when in the audience."
After pondering for a while, he realized that there was little chance of convincing the other party, so Omer simply turned back, not paying attention to the more subtle smile of the other party when he heard his words.
It doesn't matter if Morgan doesn't personally attend, after all, he really doesn't know what the other party can do.
It would be better to say that being able to bond dreams is already a big help, and there is no reason for me to continue to ask the other party to do something.
The overall situation, morality, etc., could not convince him of the incomplete image of the demon concubine in his memory.
To be honest, he felt that Miss Ling should be enough, although he wanted to do it himself.
Then he heard Miss Ling suddenly say: "Mr. Linton."
"What's wrong? Don't say you want to leave the team too."
When thinking about this possibility, Homao couldn't help but feel that he had probably been completely played.
No one really wants to see the demon punch the apostle, right?
Although this may sound a bit religious at first glance.
But in fact, without the contribution of the monster card, he has no confidence in Gan Sui's AT position.
"Of course not," Ling was dumbfounded by the vigilant gaze of the other party, "I just wanted to ask you what you plan to do."
"Isn't the captain Shi Huaiya?"
It’s just that Ms. Nightingale came to report to me. Why did you come to ask me about my action plan?
Although Omer did not stop, his eyes were again on observing and confirming his surroundings.
But when he said this, the corners of his mouth still twitched.
"Miss Shi said, I will listen to your instructions in my dream."
"...? I think Miss Ling's experience is just a lot more than mine."
"I've heard a lot from those two troublesome sisters, and I would also like to see what Mr. Linton is capable of."
'You talk too much', this is scary...
Whether he was talking about Miss Xi or Miss Nian, these words made Omo feel a little creepy.
To be honest, his impression of Miss Xi was that she had always had a cold look on her face since they met, as if she was silently saying "don't bother me".
It can be said that he is taciturn, or he can be said to be indifferent to others and does not like to socialize. In the few greetings and exchanges he had, he showed a silent hint of "it is really hard for me to talk to you."
Omer estimated that if he hadn't had this interaction with a businessman in front of the Sculpture Exhibition Hall, the other party would probably completely ignore him.
And Miss Nian...
She is enthusiastic, but her enthusiasm is the same as that of the capable angel.
Even better.
After all, capable angels still have jobs and work to do, and their own abilities are limited, making it difficult for them to cause too much trouble.
And Miss Nian... seems to be very idle all the time.
Not only is he free, he is also quite capable in every sense of the word!
Although Omer could not find the other party's highly blocked files, he was able to find the operators' detailed information on Miss Nian's deeds.
What a collection of bad movies, what kind of explosion from the company, it looks like a subway old man’s mobile phone.
From a character perspective, Omer is more inclined to the possibility that the latter occupies a large part of the order, but that is not the focus at the moment.
"I may disappoint you, Miss Ling, I am only a nineteen-year-old young man."
"It doesn't matter, young people should just let go and do it. Even if it's not done well, I can still take care of it. Isn't there the old gentleman next to me?"
As she said this, she smiled at Vlad III, who was following Omo on the other side.
In the previous sweet dream session, she was not covered at all, but was drinking and drinking. Of course, she also saw everyone's sweet dreams.
The dreams pursued by the subconscious mind are enough to reveal a person's heart.
She was not bound by a job title like Berserker. After seeing the dreams of Florence Nightingale and Vlad Tzepesh, she intuitively understood the reality of the two.
The longing for indifferent beauty is enough to show each other's noble personality, and it can also see each other's kindness and kindness.
But an old gentleman or something... He's not that old... I don't know who has more history between the two of you...
Omo was speechless, wanting to take a look at the dragon girl who blocked his escape route with just one sentence.
But now the three of them have reached a room, and the piano sound is extremely clear. This is probably the target's dream, and there is no room for any distraction in his vision.
The tall man holding a spear on the side also responded.
"Well, go ahead and do it, kid."
No, don't follow her polite words. If it really fails, the other party will not be able to change their attitude into a catapult cannon attack, and your mental strength may not be able to handle it!
I'm afraid that I can't even penetrate the AT position, even if I use the vampire power of innocent monsters...
…Um?
...it seems not necessary.
When he thought of the attack mode of the B-level Noble Phantasm called the King of Punishment, Omer's eyes suddenly lit up.
Every time the gun in your hand hits the enemy, it will produce the concept of "pierced", and then the stake will appear outward starting from the heart...
——This move is completely insidious and has a high chance of succeeding.
Although the power of a stake is very low, as long as it is hit once, it will temporarily add continuous damage caused by "penetration". In addition, as long as the spear head is stabbed once, a stake will even be generated from the enemy's body to penetrate...
Although the legend of Dracula is false, the terrifying name of the Impaler is true. As long as Uncle Vlad's King of Death's Noble Phantasm succeeds in the first round, there is a very high chance of succeeding in the second round.
Wooden piles erupting directly from within... Even the humanoid apostle would be caught off guard when faced with this kind of attack.
But the biggest problem is, how can the other party be stabbed?
The prerequisite for this kind of first sight kill is that you hit it at least once.
If it were a battle between servants, there would probably be many servants who didn't care much about being injured, and then... then there would be a high probability that there would be nothing more.
The same is probably true for large apostles.
It will be wary of the high-vibration particle 'dagger' that is more than ten meters long, but it may not be open to a real fruit knife.
But the other person... was obviously a young man in human form.
There were shoes that were estimated to be size 39 - Omo glanced at the shoe cabinet.
He was about 1.7 meters tall - he stopped paying attention to the door frame and the height of the tabletop.
Since the Apostle of Freedom, Kaoru Nagisa, lives as a human being, he obviously will not let himself be stabbed by a spear that can kill ordinary people.
His AT position defense can probably achieve all-round... Omer searched for the intelligence he collected.
His life style was clean and hygienic, or rather pale and lacking in personality - he looked around the hall.
There are no ornaments on the table in the hall, and there are very few hangings on the walls. In the passing bedroom, you can see some medicine bottles and a few daily necessities on the bedside table.
There are not many products that can make this person show any personality.
What makes him less of a doll is probably his love for music.
He stepped up the stairs and raised his hand to signal the two people around him to wait.
Contemporary tactical gestures are probably incomprehensible to a Grand Duke of Wallachia and a drunken poet traveling in Tom Yam.
But Omer believed that the days they each spent in this world and this era were not without adaptation or change.
After all, when Omer first met the two of them, Vlad Tepes and Ling were actually wearing very ordinary clothes.
Unlike at this moment, the former is wearing a black coat like a dress, while the latter is wearing a modern but also ancient functional style long coat and shorts.
What is the concept of ordinary?
It is a concept that integrates into the environment. It is called regular server and also called private server.
Generally speaking, what a person wants to wear is often not decided by himself, but depends on where and when he is.
For prom, you need an evening dress;
In a company, you need a uniform;
As a horse racing girl, you will probably look forward to the occasion when you wear the winning uniform.
A set of clothes that blends into the current environment is a decision in itself.
You have to live here, you have to blend into them, and at the same time you will lose part of your persistence in the inherent status quo.
And learning this behavior is itself a change and an adaptation.
So at this moment, he did see the two nodding.
Miss Ling even raised her hand covered with long black leather gloves and made an 'ok' gesture.
so be it……
With the same gesture of "ok" and a slight shake, Omer continued to walk upstairs, using steps as silent as possible and steps as gentle as possible, to the place where the complete piano piece played by four hands was located.
