When the team was about to set off again, Wayne also ended his conversation with Camille.
For some reason, although he felt that the girl's attitude and tone were gentle, there was something strange about the look she looked at him.
Illusion?
Turning around and boarding the carriage, Xiaobai had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Do you know that girl just now?" The dog, whose fur was bright because of his good life, was looking at him sideways.
Probably because he hasn't exercised much recently and has been teasing Wayne to give him extra food all day long, he seems to have gained a lot of weight.
This time, Wayne took the initiative to take it with him to the Holy See. Originally, he was thinking about finding some excuse to make it willing to cooperate. Unexpectedly, when the matter was brought up, it seemed to be more active than him.
"We know each other, we met a few days ago." Wayne replied casually.
The light of wisdom shone in its eyes, as if it had seen through everything. It deliberately lowered its voice and asked in a playful tone, "Is it really just a few days ago?"
"Why, do you want to check the guard too?"
Wayne has become accustomed to the reality that every time a girl gets close to him, she will be beaten up by someone and someone intentionally or unintentionally since Mingcao has a master.
Maybe this is because everything has a price.
"also?"
"No, it's nothing."
Wayne closed his eyes, tilted his head, and began to pretend to sleep.
Whether it was to test it, or to prevent it from secretly causing trouble while he was away, Wayne would not leave it alone in the royal capital.
It can even be said that the reason why Wayne decided to go to the Holy See is inseparable from its existence.
The legendary omnipotent god, if you don't die in the middle of the outside world, just take a look at this heaven-defying dog and take it away! Just think of it as being for the happiness of my life as a time traveler - no, it is for the happiness of all the heroes and heroines in this world!
Wayne prayed silently in his heart.
Wayne, who was pretending to sleep, was getting sleepier and sleepier. He vaguely seemed to hear a disdainful sneer from somewhere.
…
He entered the dream world again.
This time it was in a bar with flashing neon lights. Chris was wearing a very hot bartender uniform, but there was no other customer except Wayne inside and outside the bar.
The bar is filled with a whole row of colorful cocktails.
"What do you need?" She greeted casually without raising her head.
After looking around, Wayne walked over to the bartender and sat down.
After his brain temporarily shut down, he tried hard to think about the message conveyed by the scene in front of him and remained silent for a while.
On the other side, Chris didn't stop moving her hands. She didn't even look at Wayne. Instead, she continued to concentrate on tossing the ingredients on the bar as if she was developing chemical reagents.
To be honest, she looks more like a witch working on an evil potion than a bartender.
After pondering for a moment, Wayne probably understood the current situation.
"Actually, you are not Chris, you are not the one I see every time in my dreams." He said firmly.
"Chris" stopped her clumsy mixing of drinks.
She tilted her head and looked at him, "Are you sure you just want to tell me this?"
"What else? If you want others to be honest with you, you have to be honest with others, right?" Wayne took a glass of cocktail that glowed with blue-green light and looked good, and took a sip.
Before he could put down the wine glass, his eyebrows instantly knitted together.
The indescribable taste quickly exploded on the taste buds. First, the sourness that reached Tianling Gai swept through everything, and then there was a hint of citrus-like sweetness. However, with the aftertaste, the sweetness became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of nausea finally came too late.
"vomit--"
I want to vomit but can't.
If he hadn't clearly known that he was in a dream, Wayne would have thought that the other party had spiked the wine with rat poison.
Try to make yourself ascend to heaven on the spot.
"Hey, hey, can you be more polite? This is the wine I worked so hard to prepare. Even if it's just out of politeness, this shouldn't be the reaction." "Chris" said dissatisfied.
Wayne's limbs were stiff and his whole body was weak. He lay on the table and rested for a long time.
"I'm really impressed with you, would you like to take a sip yourself?"
However, the girl smiled again and said, "I won't drink it. This cup is specially made for you. How do you feel?"
Hearing what she said, Wayne's eyes drifted towards the row of wines of different colors.
Haha, what a liar.
Don’t tell me that every glass is made just for me.
"I just picked a drink at random."
"Every glass here tastes exactly the same." She picked up another empty wine glass and touched it lightly on the bar, making a "ding" sound.
The rows of suspicious liquids of different qualities turned back to transparent and colorless in the blink of an eye, looking like ordinary boiled water.
Wayne took a deep breath slowly.
Want to laugh.
Can't laugh.
"You might have a better future doing magic than being a bartender." He had nothing to say.
Damn it, isn't this supposed to be my dream? Why is it completely impossible to control the development of this dream world?
Wayne was still making difficult psychological suggestions of "I am very powerful" and "This world is completely under my control" while trying to mobilize the magic power in his body to reshape the environment.
Seeing that he still didn't understand, "Chris" let out a long sigh, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers. "Whether it's magic or being a bartender, it's still just the appearance."
"Snapped!"
The bar with flashing neon lights suddenly disappeared, and a pale and endless open space spread out, occupying the entire field of vision in all directions. In front of Wayne, wooden boxes that were only half a man tall were irregularly built together, extending to an infinite height, as if they penetrated the sky and the earth.
"It's really you."
Seeing this familiar scene, Wayne finally determined that this man had manipulated his dreams several times.
However, only this place seems to have some special function. Every time before the dream dissipates, the consciousness will return here.
Suddenly remembering something, Wayne looked up to the sky.
At the end of the visible range, there were still wooden boxes that had lost their color and blended in with the sky, and pale clouds that blocked everything. I don’t know if it’s due to psychological effects, but the sky is obviously much lower than the last time I saw it.
"The sky is getting lower," Wayne muttered unconsciously.
He didn't quite understand what it meant, but he could tell from the atmosphere that it must not be a very good signal.
"That's great, that's great." "Chris" didn't seem nervous at all.
"Is this some kind of doomsday countdown?"
"Absolutely." She sat on the box and propped her chin up to look at him with interest.
Wayne's mouth twitched.
"I know who you are."
Only the evil-hearted dog would instill in himself something with a sudden change of style such as "saving the world", and then use this to give himself some strange tasks.
After seeing through the other party's true face, his demeanor became much more natural.
But he was still angry.
"Don't become like Chris."
