alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 57 2.52 The Tenth Waiter: Big Dream
【Paradise City】

Yuze wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his sharp-edged nose. He carefully compared the medicine formula recorded in the diary left by the woman of the Nayatis tribe. He always felt that something was wrong. There must be something wrong with the medicine in this configuration. .

The bookshelf behind him is full of books, most of which are records related to history, and many scrolls of stories. Not only that, the whole room is more like an exhibition hall of books, with old remnants displayed in the square glass ,

Yuze thought about it, and suddenly saw a shocking line of words, his lips trembled, and he made a sound, "This is a drug for enchantment..."

The drugs formulated in this book will not only corrode the human spirit, but also turn the divine power into magic power. Those who take too much are very easy to go crazy.

"After the rain, disease followed." Yuze turned back to his diary, read the sentence recorded in it, and continued to read, "Among the four tribes, the people of the Yatis tribe are almost fine. , may be a matter of natural constitution, but people from other tribes are almost extinct."

Closing the diary, Yuze sighed, it seems that it is a drug of enchantment, there is nothing wrong with it.

The man who could call the wind and rain drank the medicine given by the woman who wrote the book, and the wind and rain he called brought disease and misfortune.

Yuze passed his fingers through the glasses frame, pinched the bridge of his nose, felt sleepy about the result, and made a bold assumption, "Perhaps, the highly respected chief executive in her mouth knew and participated in this matter. Measures were taken, so the people of the clan were free from disease after the rain. None of the other three tribes were spared from this disaster, and only one tribe, the Yatis tribe, survived. But the diseases brought by the rain became more and more unavoidable. control, that’s why the Yatis tribe left the original land.”

All the confusing doubts seemed to be solved, but Yuze felt a little more depressed, and took off the black-rimmed glasses without glasses frames on the bridge of his nose, "That woman probably didn't know that she fed the poison to him one by one with her own hands. Beloved man."

Exploring history can always give Yuze a lot of novel experiences, but behind the heavy history, there are always thousands of indescribable blood and tears.

Yuze felt that he had to wait for another day or two. He felt like watching a plot that was very sweet at first, but in the end he was caught off guard by a big knife, and this plot would never wait for the ending.

"I don't know what happened to these two people in the end. If she knew the truth, it would be very painful. Would that man hate her..."

Yuze looked up at the light rain outside the window, the weather was as gloomy as his mood.

【Town of Kearney】

Wuming sat at the table in Thetis's room as usual, but when he turned around, the bed beside him was empty.

The light rain that filled the sky was like the emptiness in his heart. He took out the white, tender, slightly withered flower in his hand, and wanted to find a box to put it in, but when he opened the drawer, he found something strange. A folded notebook.

Wuming didn't touch Thetis' things very much, so it was the first time he opened the drawer and saw the thin book in front of him. He couldn't help but gently placed the flowers on the table, picked up the book, and opened it. After reading the first page, there are a few words written vertically on the first page.

journal.

Thetis.

This is Thetis' diary, so what will be written in it, and what will it be about.Wuming never thought that he would be so interested in the diary written by Thetis.

Gently flipping it open again, I saw the familiar handwriting of Thetis, which began: I don’t know when, a dragon appeared in my dream. From this first dream, I can’t forget it. The dragon's eyes, in those eyes, seem to hide a lot of words and endless stories.

Sometimes, I don’t know if it’s a dream or if I’m actually there. Every time I dream of that dragon, I just want to stay in that dream forever and stare at the dragon’s body. Two eyes, looking at those eyes, there is only one voice echoing in my heart, that is: I love him deeply.

I am afraid that I will forget this matter, so I want to record this dream every time I dream about it.

Wuming looked at these words, and the content of the words and sentences made his almost calm heart feel a little more joy. That happy mood, like a small sapling, was gradually watered and cultivated by the words and sentences on the paper. grow into a dense tree.

Wuming began to make short videos unconsciously again, and the surrounding things began to become blurred... He sank into the unknown sea again, with the unreachable light from afar above his head.

The giant dragon is entrenched around a sunken ship on the bottom of the sea, and its strong and powerful body is spinning contentedly, like a winding black and resolute corridor beside the ship.

It imagined a stupid and cute human being in its mind, shouting out of nowhere from the ship, Dragon—I will fight you one-on-one!Then he drove a dilapidated boat to greet him majestically.

The boat occupied by the giant dragon landed safely on the bottom of the sea like a favorite toy that it could play with but couldn't bear to touch too much.

A pair of piercing eyes looked at the ship curiously.

This is the man's boat.

where the man lives.

The very ordinary ship seemed to attract it like a charm, making it indifferent to the dazzling array of other gorgeous shipwrecks around it, as well as the countless treasures on board.

As if determined to pay attention.

It swung its thick tail in a bad mood, and in an instant, the giant dragon surrounding the ship disappeared, and a cloud of black mist quietly sneaked into the interior of the dilapidated ship. The black house came to the cabin, opened the The door, inside intact, was lit by a dim oil lamp.

The black mist flowed in from the open door, and gradually changed into the form of a man, with thin lips, a black attire, a windbreaker, felt hat and leather shoes, a resolute face, and a straight eyebrow.

This is where the man lives.

He took off the felt hat on his head, gave a gentleman's salute, and said to the air, "Hello, Captain."

Suddenly, a black round iron object was thrown into the calm sea surface, and a burst of shocking flames exploded from the ripples. Blazing fire and thick black smoke burst out from the sea surface for no reason.

"Come out! Continue to single out!"

Under the sea, he was not surprised to hear the familiar cry.

That man came again.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a smile uncontrollably, with a cold and solitary personality yet arrogant to the strength of the world.

The dark tide at the bottom of the sea is raging, accompanied by the ferocious dragon chant, the blood in its whole body is clamoring, and it swims frantically to the place full of light on the bottom of the sea.

There, I can see that arrogant human being who is not afraid of death and knows nothing about the heights of the sky and the earth!
Come on, keep fighting.

But after swimming to the brightest place, Wuming regained consciousness after a dazzling light in front of his eyes. He looked at the book in his hand and everything around him, and looked at the withered maple leaf Clematis.

This is reality.

Everything just now is just like reality.

This sense of gap made him feel extremely disappointed and lost.

In the slightly dark sky, crystal clear drizzle fell on the earth and on the sea level, but the people at the bottom of the sea didn't seem to notice the cold rain falling above the sea.

"Then let's go and have a look." Safire held the diary in his hand, but looked at Mandela when he said this.

Zipan took a deep breath and entered the cold sea again. He wanted to calm down his emotions and tell himself not to be afraid, isn't it just a small sea...

Safire picked up the diary and poster and put them in his arms.

No one present knew exactly what this unknown shipwreck implied.

Zipan swam out vigorously, followed by Wilson.

Safir silently observed the furnishings inside for a while, and then went out with Mandela.

A few people are like small fish wandering aimlessly on the bottom of the sea. Through the cluster of distant rays above their heads, they are slowly exploring the deep sea. After a while, a crimson, cold and quiet hall in the distance attracted everyone's attention. , Weeds and fine stones criss-cross, the inside is full of water plants, the building is simple and simple, like an old man sitting there quietly.

Zipan stopped moving forward, and he took out a piece of talisman paper. The moment the twisted yellow paper pointed at the hall, it emitted a golden light, and then it looked like someone was writing on the talisman paper, with red writing on the top of the talisman paper , began to spread gradually.

Great evil.

Two blood-red words were displayed in front of everyone.

Wilson's face darkened, it seemed that this was the place where the witches and the others performed their rituals.

Safir swam over first, came to the inside of the palace, and landed smoothly. However, the courtyard of this palace is the same as the captain's cabin of the ship that was silent on the bottom of the sea just now, and it is a place where you can breathe and walk normally.

"Why is this place far away from the place we just teleported to, instead of directly teleporting here." Wilson immediately raised his doubts.

The exterior of the palace, but actually there is only one courtyard inside.

"Is there something we missed." Safir said thoughtfully, "Or, there is another mystery around here."

"Just an empty yard, and..." Zipan looked around and noticed the things placed around the yard, "Some bottles and jars."

"Should we open it and have a look?" Wilson obviously noticed this too.

Safir leaned over and looked at the slate under his feet, and saw that under the thin dust, there seemed to be depressions, like some lines engraved on the slate.

Just as Wilson was about to look at those strange bottles and jars, Safire called to Wilson, "Try to remove the dust, let me see the lines on the slate."

So Wilson used his ability to slightly push the dust away, and the strange symbols on the slate gradually appeared, as if all the symbols were connected to the positions of those bottles and jars.

"This doesn't look like a palace." Safir glanced at the surrounding environment, "Instead, it looks like a..."

Safir searched for appropriate adjectives in his mind.

"Like an altar," Wilson added.

The closer Zipan got to those bottles and jars, the stronger the ominous premonition in his heart.

It couldn't be seen from a distance, but when he walked in, Zipan could clearly see the seal on the bottle and jar, as well as the red writing on each bottle and jar - the horoscope of birthday.

"Then, if it's really an altar, what is there to worship here..." Safir murmured.

(End of this chapter)