Even if the wind was calm, the river water almost poured into his ears. Uriel climbed up in the mud and shook off the dead branches that poked into his sleeves. The situation was urgent and he couldn't consider too many details when weaving his dream. Besides, this little trouble is nothing compared to the enemy.
Now, he stood on the edge of a stone bridge, leading to the shimmering city wall on the other side. An ancient city with fancy flags...but the patterns on the stone steps are too familiar. The apprentice blinked. A new moon hangs high in the sky, and His shadow is imprinted on every stone brick of the city wall. The moon capital of Alanvor, what I have seen should be her ruins.
"Where is this?" Sauron the Ring asked. After putting some distance between itself and the Black Knight, it was finally able to come online.
"No impression? This is Kamaria." Uriel did not see the shadow of the enemy, knowing that the opportunity had been grasped. He picked up the iron sword in his dream and deliberately joked with the prankster. "The city of full moons and songs of Alanvor." But there was singing behind the walls.
"...? 』
Due to excessive shock, Ring was speechless for a moment. Sauron is happy to cause trouble for others, but he doesn't like others to make detours with him. "Explain it to me quickly," it ordered arrogantly as it shrunk in size.
"Obviously, we are no longer in Antoros."
"How did you do it...?" 』
"Because it's not real." Although the wet clothes felt very real. "We are in a dream. I secretly learned Ms. Mabel's magic..."
"...and do whatever you want to do in front of me."
The apprentice turned his face and saw the elf lady's dark green dress. Mabel Magdalene floated on the stone bridge, her red fingers holding a suitcase in one hand and clutching a new shawl in the other. Uriel didn't notice her at all until she spoke.
"It's freezing here." The garden owner shuddered. "what's the situation?"
"We should be in Kamaria, the capital of Alanvor a thousand years ago."
Mabel glanced at him. "I know you haven't been here for a thousand years. I'm afraid it's just stone." She turned her face and looked at the city wall. There was a small dark space in the dim light at the end of the bridge, no more than three feet wide and nearly four yards high, like a chasm in the city wall. "Your level is beyond my expectation. The dream is so real... but why did you choose this place?"
"It's not my choice, Your Excellency. This is a dream created by 'Confessions', and its owner decides the scene. I can only make slight modifications."
"Is this someone else's dream? You shouldn't have gotten so involved."
"Now I'm sober and I've got his anchor."
Her expression softened. "It seems that your understanding of dreams is not rudimentary."
Although he usually made fun of apprentices, Mabel's words made Ring not happy. "To study destiny in a high tower, it is indispensable to use the knowledge of dreams as an aid," Sauron pointed out, "But you, Magdalen, we all suspect that the order gaps you repaired are actually faked by dreams."
"Nonsense. The queen of detectives, Agatha Poirot, wrote on the title page of her new book that suspicion without evidence is slander. Tell me, Uriel, does Croita have a department to accept complaints?" Mabel touched Touch the feathers on her hair. "Although there will be delays in progress and records, if you ask me, this is all because your astrologers visit too frequently."
Uriel never knew that his neighbor was a best-selling author in addition to working. In such a comparison, even the fact that the tower regularly sends astrologers to the Seven Lights Cottage does not seem very strange.
"I will advise the mentor to consider your wishes, Your Excellency." The apprentice said, "But, as you can see, Ms. Mabel, I need your help now." He made a gesture and stepped onto the broken bridge. The wet stone sculpture looked sideways at him without saying a word.
"You wouldn't live long enough to give advice without me?"
"Unfortunately that's the case."
Mabel plucked a feather from her fingers. She shook her head. "You created the phantom, Uriel, and through her eyes I saw your enemy. You asked for help that no one could give. I only have advice in my box - go back to Blumnot, Dream Limits Without him. We have no chance of winning."
He certainly didn't expect everything from Mabel Magdalen. In the Shimmering Forest, the apprentice has already seen the level of mystery on both sides. "But this is the dream of 'Confessions'." Uriel reminded her, "The Bible is the 'spell caster', based on its mystery, not mine."
"I don't understand 'Confessions'." The elf lady frowned, "But since it has the ability to create dreams on its own, how can it stay in my garden? Fake scenery can no longer deceive."
This is a mystery that has been repeated several times. I have to take the time to explain every time. In the eyes of Uriel, the anomalies in the Bible are not a problem. He has always felt that it is mysterious and irregular. But for the Dream Weaver, the upper limit of the dream has been fixed after it is weaved and formed. The Bible does not think like the rune life, so as long as the right medicine is given, it is unlikely to get rid of it... In the end, Ms. Mabel is far more powerful than the rune. The apprentice knows more, so he always wants to know the answer. I should quickly find a reason to answer her.
He couldn't use "Spirit Vision" in the dream, but fortunately the agreement he had made with Ms. Mabel was in reality - Shitarian's phantom was a bridge, allowing the garden master to establish a connection with his apprentice. She had lent a helping hand at critical moments in future dreams.
When they walked to the crack in the city wall, Uriel told her: "The abnormality in 'Confessions' may be related to your magic, Your Excellency."
"Why do you say that?" Mabel was indeed interested.
"Before the White Night Knight's 'Confessions' leaves your dream, it is still under your mysterious influence. The sisters of Hitarian Ringot once held the 'Confessions', and they all had strange dreams, and There is no relevant record of the wizard who originally held it. It can be seen that the Holy Scripture can actually respond to the mystery of the outside world."
"It does look like that." The elf lady agreed. "Well, it seems that there may also be intelligence in mysterious objects. Who can tell? Anyway, I don't know much about it."
"Even if the Bible has a brain, it may not be able to help you," Sauron said, "Look, the owner of the Confessions is not you..." Suddenly, it paused.
"Indeed. But the 'Confessions' is different from the Scroll of Oaths." Uriel said softly, "It is not an only copy."
"Your mentor took the 'Confessions' from me. Who does it belong to now?"
"It's him. I've seen him in my dreams."
The stone path was silent and dark, the air damp. When the radiance of divine magic illuminates the four walls, messy claw marks can be vaguely seen, the shallower ones are filled with moss, and the deeper ones are filled with water. Obviously, the Black Moon River is not static. During the rainy season, the tide is likely to submerge the place. They continued inside, remaining silent for some time.
"So, you were prepared?" Mabel couldn't help but ask.
"Omens are sometimes obvious." Uriel subconsciously used the excuse he had used a hundred times. Although few Tower Messengers also practice astrology, exceptions do exist. He tried to remain calm. "So what's so strange about it?"
"Don't be stupid." The elf lady tilted her head, and the firelight made her eyes brighten for a moment. "Dreams are a reflection of the depths of the soul, often recording the past that people don't want to share. You saw the secret of your commander, and you didn't get permission. I'm not sure how he will react to this."
Uriel never thought about it: "It can be explained in a few words. Is it really that serious, Your Excellency?"
"What would you do if someone peeked into your past?"
"I have nothing to hide..." the apprentice stopped. He suddenly realized that he had thought about things too simply. The threat of the black knight seems to have nothing to do with the messenger. After all, he doesn't understand that I have almost no secrets in front of Joey... But once you think about it the other way around, the situation may not be the same. "Hell, I won't tell anyone." He almost bit his tongue because he paused so quickly.
"Why not give it a try," Sauron encouraged maliciously, "I told you before, I have never seen you format and restart."
"Thanks for the reminder, I've almost seen the consequences now." Uriel said angrily, "Does it have to be something lost before it's over?"
Ring didn't understand.
"But if this is really Alanwo, maybe you can still be saved," it wrote instead.
It is difficult to determine whether it is true or false. "Tell me, wise Mr. Gerson."
"I thought you didn't mean what you said before, boy!" Uriel quickly denied it. But maybe when I restart next time, I won’t have to go to such trouble.
"Not all of the dreams in the Bible belong to my Master, only a small part of them. The Lord of the Undead also possesses the Bible, and is of equal mystical weight. As far as I know, the White Envoy took office two hundred years ago, and he became the leader during the War of the Saints.』
"It's not the same era at all...?"
"Collective dream." Mabel concluded, "When Confessions creates a dream, the memory of the holder will be disassembled and reassembled, and finally presented to us in a completely different form."
"But I have never seen the Black Knight in my dream." Uriel was not as sure as they were. "I just discovered his anchor point by accident..."
"...This guy was dragged into a dream by you." The elf lady raised her eyebrows, "Your level of dream manipulation may be even better than that of 'Confessions'."
"Maybe it's because it hasn't been restarted yet."
Uriel continued to step forward and stepped on the word frost. "The root cause is the Bible. The Confessions has caused its former holders to fall into deep sleep, which shows that this is a mysterious tendency."
"I was also a holder. Are you referring to that girl? Maybe they are a special case."
"We are the exception. She is not the Dream Weaver, Your Excellency."
"If you think about it, I have indeed felt the pull of dreams." The elf lady mused, "It's just that I can resist it. The trick is to resist sleep." Her fingers were wrapped around the tassel of her shawl. "Generally speaking, when you find an anchor point, you will wake up from your dream immediately. But the collective dream does not belong to an individual. Your anchor point will be hidden in every element that makes up the world, completely invisible. This is Real danger."
"That's it" frost words were transferred to the wall. "It is true that Dream Weaver has an advantage in maintaining his own will, but the 'anchor' is far stronger than the 'self', and not even you can affect it."
"Not even in the sky?" Uriel couldn't help but ask.
"At least I can't do it." The elf lady told them, "So I borrowed the phantom you created instead of being there in person. Remember, Uriel, when it comes to dreams and consciousness, you can never be too cautious. Mystery doesn’t always follow the rules.”
Uriel couldn't agree more. He still hasn't figured out why the dreamweaver's mystery can replace objects or people in reality and dreams at will, but he can't wake up from the dream automatically. I'd be better off leaving the mystery to the professionals. he thought as he kicked away the gravel.
"It's a pity that it's too late. I also dragged us into a dream - there is no living person in the church now."
"This is 'Ectoplasmic Transformation', a specialty of the Dream Weaver, but you can't expect it to fool the wizards of the school for too long. We have to go back, right?"
Thinking about the head and tail of the church was not their top priority. Through the magic spell, Uriel probably figured out the effect of this magic. When the mercenary leader Balthazar studied Joey's badge, didn't he also find a problem? As for what to do when he returns to reality, he still has time to think slowly anyway. "Before the news of the death of Lord Jizuk and Lord Cranky reaches the school headquarters, the wizard's reinforcements will not be empty. The mystery of the high circle is enough."
He shared the plan with the other person: "I hope you can help me find another person, Your Excellency."
"Who is it? Tell me."
"Ruth Lingot. She is the sister of Hitarian, the true form of the Phantom you replaced."
"Is there something special about this child?" Mabel raised her eyebrows.
"Not sure yet," Uriel replied, "but I suspect that the level of dreams she is in is different from ours."
"Different levels?"
"It's just a feeling. People in dreams can't establish contact with them, and I was the same at the beginning." But after falling asleep in the Cangzhi Forest, things changed. "Now I seem to have integrated into this world, but I have never seen them again." Uriel thought that Ms. Mabel might answer his doubts. "We seem to be in two worlds."
He was right. The elf lady did know why. "Because it depends on the connection between the holder and the Confessions. The sisters have only been exposed to it and are not the owners of the Confessions." Mabel pointed out, "Your situation is strange. In fact, even I have difficulty integrating with others. The dream...is the Scroll of Oath? This is the only possibility."
"I'm afraid that's the case." In the beginning, Uriel also entered this joint dream through the parchment scroll. Later, Hitarian would use the Gospel to chat with him at night and complain, until the next morning, when she would return him to reality.
The Book of Confessions brought him to Mortus every time, but not the Book of Oaths... It brings me closer to the anchor, Uriel thought.
"What are you doing with this girl? You should be looking for an anchor."
"There is no contradiction, ma'am. That is my only request."
She studied her apprentice. "Then the demon lord won't come after me, will he?"
"He doesn't even know you exist." Uriel insisted, "Don't worry. Even if we expose our whereabouts, he will only keep an eye on me - I have the Bible in my hand."
"Okay, I owe you," she muttered.
The apprentice didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
Mabel waved her hand, "I said remember to exchange the mysterious plant for your wish next time. This time I owe it first." She no longer walked side by side with Uriel, and her footsteps stopped in the darkness behind her. "Where is the girl you are looking for now?"
"North, Mortus of Aurenia."
"Oh, the Black City of Bliss. Seems not that far away."
The words were completely caught off guard. Uriel stumbled and almost hit a rock. "Black City?" He repeated subconsciously. "You mean Black City, sir? She and Mortus..."
"...It's a place. What's the problem?"
Uriel couldn't tell. Strange inspiration swirled in my mind, but I couldn't grasp it. Naturally, he has never been to the Black City, but if it weren't for the urgent situation in the church, I would have planned to set off. Magdalena, the Witch of Harp, who once lived there, was assassinated by the Unknown One on her way back to the Holy City. In addition to the personal notes, perhaps precious research materials about prophecies were left in the local area.
After all, why does Magdalena live in the Black City?
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