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Chapter 507 I Will Be Your Humble Servant (Gagen)

Nelson, a priest chosen by Laren, the god of dreams.

A few years ago, following Laren's orders, he came to the distant Kingdom of Calrond, and was received by Alair of the Gray Silver Clan as a guest of honor.

He often followed Alaire to the gatherings of the gold and silver clans, and quietly united these clans, making them firm in their will to resist King Kraft VI.

And that riot that shook the kingdom, Nelson had an inseparable relationship with it.

The cause of that riot was very sudden, and no one expected it, but Nelson quickly realized that he properly used the grace bestowed by the Oneiroi god Laren, which completely intensified the riot.

What he did was to add fuel to the fire and make the situation worse.

The results of the riot also satisfied the gods, and Laren, the Oneiroi God he served, even rewarded this loyal servant and added his name to the scriptures of Oneiroi belief.

This honor flattered Nelson. Originally, he was just a little priest who could be seen everywhere. He was lucky to be able to hear the voice of Oneiroi, but now he was able to leave his name on the scriptures, shining forever.

As a result, Nelson was even more concerned about the plans of the dream god Laren.

And Laren, God of Dreams, valued him more and more day by day, and even asked him to meet with other gods and drink the wine at the banquet.

The god who is in charge of the dream intentionally made Nelson the spokesperson of the dream.

Therefore, when Laren noticed a mysterious outsider coming to the royal city of Calrond, he deliberately asked his priest to follow him to find out.

Surrounded by smoke, the dream god Laren stood in the dream of the entire royal city, staring at the dream of Sealand.

What a person dreams about can be seen from the color of the dream, red is intense dream, dark blue is depressing dream, purple is noble and mysterious dream, gray is gloomy dream... The most common What I got was a gray and white dream, which means that this dream is ordinary, nothing special, and even people will forget it as soon as they wake up.

"The dream of this outsider is just gray and white."

Nelson knelt down in front of Laren and said in a low voice,

"The god of endlessly beautiful dreams, why do you pay attention to this person? He seems to be nothing unusual."

Laren said without haste:

"He doesn't seem to be anything unusual. At most, he is just a wise man who knows the ancient sayings. Such a wise man may be like a rare treasure to you mortals, so much so that you will regard him as a god, but to us, he is nothing. In a thousand years, we have seen too much."

After hearing this, Nelson smiled slightly,
"It turned out that he was just a wise man. Even I have surpassed him by a lot."

Laren glanced at his priest, knowing that he naturally had the confidence to say this.

A wise man, even if he has the wisdom of the world, is just a mortal, but Nelson is the spokesperson chosen by the gods, like the prophet of Oneiroi, who seems to have transcended the scope of mortals.

"Be careful with everything, my servant."

Dream God Laren said.

Nelson nodded humbly, accepting the teaching of Oneiroi.

"I will invade his dream and open a door, and you will use this to go to the dream, understand where he came from, what is his purpose, and where he is going, and make good use of the dream grace I bestowed on you. It is recorded in the scriptures, because this is the honor I bestow on you, and it is also a trial for you."

Dream God Laren said, stretched out his hands, and slowly raised the dream of Xilan, and the surroundings were filled with bursts of dream light. Just focusing on it will make people drowsy and fall into a dream in an instant.

The light of the dream gathered lightly, and when it touched the gray-white dream, it was like sulfuric acid dissolving paper. With a light touch, the latter broke a hole.

Nelson immediately used the grace of the dream, his soul slowly floated up, and entered the gray-white dream from the hole. After that, Laren, the God of Dreams, closed the hole to avoid any mistakes.

In the gray and white dream, at first glance, there is nothing worth noting.

This dream is very ordinary, surrounded by some gray and illusory fog, just like many dreams that will be forgotten upon waking up.

"There's nothing special here, just find the consciousness of that person's dream."

Nelson murmured to himself.

The so-called consciousness in a dream is a person's self in a dream. For example, if a person dreams of a kingdom and he is the king, then the king is the consciousness in a person's dream.

Sometimes, the consciousness in the dream will jump multiple times, allowing people to play multiple roles in the dream. For example, in the dream, someone is a king one second and becomes a prisoner the next second. Sometimes, the consciousness in the dream will split. , For example, a person may be a king and a queen in a dream.

As the priest of the dream god, Nelson already knew many secrets about dreams before he was given the grace of dreams.

In Nelson's view, the dream in front of him was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary. It was the dream that everyone had the most. There was almost nothing in the dream, so it was not worth mentioning.

Nelson stretched out his hand and manifested a wooden staff in this dream. With the wooden staff, he walked slowly in the mist, and then he lit an oil lamp. The fire can indicate the danger of the dream. It proves that the dream in front of me is extremely dangerous, and the oil lamp is burning intact, which proves that there is no danger lurking in the surroundings.

"There is nothing unusual here. It seems that even the great God of Dreams will worry too much."

Nelson walked towards the depths while talking.

Looking around at the dream scene around him, he felt a little bored.

After all, according to what the dream god Laren said, his experience inside will be written into the scriptures of dream belief, but why is it necessary to write such a peaceful experience into the scriptures?
I'm afraid that even if it is written into the scriptures, it will only increase the burden of reciting for the priests and those apprentices.

Even though he found it boring, Nelson still followed the instructions of the dream god Laren and searched for the location of consciousness in dreams.

He had already thought about how he would show the grace bestowed by the gods and his own glory in front of the wise man at that time, and then carefully examine the astonished face of the wise man.

You must know how unattainable the representative of the gods is to a mortal. Nelson felt that no matter how shocking the wise man's reaction was, it would not be surprising.

Nelson kept walking in the fog.

Slowly, Nelson felt a trace of impatience,

"This person's dream consciousness... is hidden too deeply."

This kind of situation is relatively rare, but there are always some people in the world whose dream consciousness is hidden in a very deep place, so Nelson doesn't think it's strange.

Moreover, what reassured Nelson the most was that the oil lamp in his hand was always on and showed no sign of going out.

In this situation, it is like walking alone on a bright road, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Nelson walked on for a while, and slowly, that trace of impatience turned into anxiety.

"What's going on... What's the matter for several hours, but I can't find anyone?"

Nelson looked around and murmured.

There is a thin fog everywhere, and there are only boring and repetitive scenes around.

Nelson looked at the oil lamp in his hand, settled his mind, took a deep breath, and continued walking.

When he stopped next time, the anxiety on his face had gradually turned into pain.

"How long have I been away? One day! It must be one day! What's going on? What's going on?! Where is he?!"

Nelson suddenly began to tremble,
"If one day, he should wake up. By then, the dream will be broken, and I will leave here. But now the dream is not broken, isn't there a day?"

The scene in front of him told him that it was not yet a day, but he always felt that a day had passed.

For example, a person who has never been to the extreme north judges the passage of time by the alternation of day and night. When he encounters the extreme day, he finds that no matter how much he spends, the day has not passed.

Now, Nelson finally realized that this dream was not as simple as imagined.

"It's just a little weird. It's going to be fine. The lights are still on."

Nelson lifted the oil lamp in his hand, trying to comfort himself and ease the anxiety in his mind.

The spokesperson of the God of Dreams continued to walk in this small dreamland, surrounded by the same monotonous scene. In the silent environment, he gradually felt the fear that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

One day, two days, three days.

Nelson felt like he had walked in this dream for three full days!

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, fear spreading all over his body.

What made him tremble even more was that the oil lamp in his hand was burning intact, as if the danger had never come.

Nelson gasped heavily,

"No, I'm leaving here, I can't stay any longer!"

Nelson lifted the wooden stick, and the light of the dream instantly gathered. He used the grace of the dream, trying to tear a hole from the inside out and escape from this terrible prison.

However, no matter what he did, the whole dream remained motionless.

Nelson exclaimed:

"Oneiroi! I'm trapped here!"

After the sound fell, there was only silence around, an indifferent silence.

Before this, Nelson had never imagined that this ordinary dream could be so terrifying.

Ever since he was bestowed with the grace of Oneiroi Laren, he has not been so afraid for a long time.

Kneeling on the ground in a panic, he began to chant various prayers and scriptures, begging for help from the dream god Laren.

However, in this dream, there is only Nelson's voice.

Time is constantly passing, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Nelson has never been so helpless. During this month, he not only prayed to the Dream God, but also prayed to other gods, and even crawled down and recited the scriptures of the true religion, but no matter how much he prayed, he did not get any help. Every ounce of assistance.

He is like a person who has been forgotten by the world, and no one hears his prayers.

Nelson looked around, with sincere despair permeating deep in his heart.

The unchanging and boring environment was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. I saw the spokesperson of Oneiroi facing forward, plopping down on his knees,

"Outlander! This is your dream...

Please, please, let me go, I will be your humble servant! "

(End of this chapter)