Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 40 Dream Talisman
His wrist suddenly became warmer than before. Chris looked around. The dormitory seemed no different from before.

But after Dunn Smith fell into the dream, Chris was keenly aware that this was not reality.

He was pulled into a dream!

Chris pretended to be calm, got off the bed, sat at the table, and took out his white crystal necklace.

When he was about to try the pendulum method in the dream to see if it had any effect, he suddenly remembered that his previous pendulum method had also failed in reality.

If it fails in reality, it will definitely be useless in dreams...

Chris calmed his breathing. He knew it was a dream, but everything around him was extremely real. This feeling made him feel a little at a loss.

He had just subconsciously wanted to use the pendulum method for divination, and subconsciously wanted to do something to show this person.

Who entered my dream?
Nighthawks, Dunn Smith?
But the captain said, didn’t Dunn judge that I have no problem...

Chris stared at the table. He easily felt that he could give a thought and escape from the dream directly, but he also knew that he could not do this.

He wanted to wait for this person to jump out on his own initiative.

Every move I make now is under the watchful eye of this person, I can't show any flaws...

Chris didn't think this person was a member of any secret organization. The student dormitory was only 10 minutes away from the logistics department. Unless they were tired of living, it would be impossible for them to take the initiative to attack him.

However, they didn't know that the logistics department of Hoy University was actually the headquarters of the Mechanic Heart in Tingen City.

Chris immediately rejected his idea:
Clandestine organizations are mainly "secret" and will definitely not be so crazy.

But it's also possible for the Aurora Society, after all, their members are a bunch of lunatics...

Thinking of this, Chris wanted to escape from the dream immediately. He was afraid that when he woke up, he would not be in the dormitory, but in the lair of the Aurora Order or the Moss Trappist Order.

He stood up from the chair quickly, and just as he was about to give his thoughts, a voice came from behind him:
"What do you want?"

Chris turned around suddenly, and saw a dark figure standing by the window with his back to him.

The moonlight stretched his shadow and cast it on the ground. The shadow turned around, and it was a familiar face: Horik David.

Horik...he pulled me into a dream?But isn't he from the "General Knowledge" path...

Yes, he definitely used the "Dream" spell.

After knowing the identity of the visitor, Chris was relieved.

"Horik? How did you get in?"

Chris asked loudly, pretending to be surprised.

Horik's brown eyes were full of vigilance and indifference, and he asked calmly:
"How did you become a Extraordinary?"

"...Drink the extraordinary potion." Chris answered.

"Where did you get the potion recipe?"

"A gathering of extraordinary people."

Christ paused, then continued: "Backlund, the Bar of the Brave."

"Becklund..."

Horik lowered his head and thought, remembering that Chris had been to Backlund on Juneteenth before.

"Okay Chris, bye."

Horik's mood did not fluctuate at all, he opened the dormitory door and walked out.

Chris stood there and waited for a full three minutes. When the warm feeling on his wrist disappeared, he opened his eyes and found that he was still lying on the bed.

It should be fine...

Chris breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help sighing:
Horik is still a novice in using the "dream" spell, and I easily saw through it after he fell into the dream...

On Thursday morning, after breakfast, Chris wanted to go directly to the underground shooting range at No. 3 Zotland Street to practice shooting, but thinking of his current status, he stopped going to the carriage station and turned around to walk towards the Church of the Holy Numbers. go.

Bishop Tolby was helping the monks distribute pamphlets to passers-by. He turned around and spotted Chris.

"Hello, Chris." Bishop Tolby smiled and walked towards him.

"Steam up. Hello, Bishop Tolby."

Chris drew a triangle on his chest and clicked it three times.

"Steam on. You're a great believer."

Tolby handed him a small booklet with a tawny cover with symbols such as triangles, steam, levers, and gears.

Chris opened it and looked at some basic science knowledge on it, showing a slightly embarrassed smile.

Shouldn't this be the work of the Church of Knowledge...

Tolby seemed to see through Chris's inner thoughts. He touched his chin and said with a smile: "We, the Steam Church, want to improve the scientific literacy of the people and teach them more scientific knowledge."

This seems to make sense...

Chris smiled and pointed to the door of the church: "Bishop Tolby, I'm here to attend the service."

"Okay, the God of Steam and Machinery will bless you."

Chris sat on the wooden bench and looked at the huge triangular holy light in front of him, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.

If it was peace from body to soul when he was on Star Island, then when he gazed at the Triangle Holy Light in the church, what Chris gained was the peace of "faith".

When leaving the church, Bishop Tolby invited Chris to attend tomorrow's "Golden Day".

"Chris, tomorrow, Friday, is a day belonging to the God of Steam and Machinery. It is the Golden Sun Day. You can come to the church to attend confession."

Chris nodded in agreement, walked quickly towards the public carriage stop, and got on the carriage.

"5p. Add 1p more to the suburbs."

The aunt who collected the money took the 1 suler note from Chris and gave him a few copper pennies in change.

Ten minutes later, Chris got off the bus at the corner of Zotland Street and walked a few more steps to No. 10 Zotland Street.

The external name here is the Snooker Club. Chris pushed the door open and walked to the negative floor.

"Please show your ID."

The waiter at the door politely extended his hand to Chris.

This should be a plainclothes policeman...

Chris thought to himself, took out the triangular badge and the note stamped by Albert and handed it to the other party.

The waiter's mouth twitched slightly when he saw the triangular badge handed over by Chris.

He swallowed and spoke slowly: "Mr. Chris Doty, I hope you are really here to practice shooting and improve your shooting level and technique."

The waiter paused and continued: "I didn't come here just to vent my emotions."

Why do I feel like he looks at me like I'm facing a formidable enemy...

Chris asked amusedly: "I'm sorry, what happened before?"

Three hundred rounds of ammunition a day isn’t too much, right?After all, sharpshooters are fed by bullets!

The waiter looked at Chris, and after a long time he said: "You are a member of the Heart of Machinery. Last time there was a member of the Heart of Machinery. He practiced three thousand bullets in one afternoon."

"We can understand his desire to become a sharpshooter, but he not only fired three thousand rounds of ammunition, but also..."

"What else?"

"They also used expensive demon-hunting bullets!"

"Can I know his name?" Chris asked, suppressing a smile.

The waiter looked resentful and replied: "A man named Horik David."

(End of this chapter)