For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 40 Nightmare Swamp

  The girl was lying on a simple wooden bed, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her expression was constantly twisting and changing, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.

   Cass tried to tug at her arm, but the other party didn't respond at all.

   He turned to look at Liz who was flying in midair.

   "It's not usually like this."

   Liz said innocently.

   Said, she made a throwing motion, and a handful of golden dust fell on the girl's face along with her movement. In an instant, the tense muscles on the girl's face loosened slightly, and her eyelids began to tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up soon.

   But this only lasted for less than ten seconds, and as the dust gradually dissipated, she returned to her previous state.

   "Generally speaking, she should wake up now."

  Liz looked at Cassow with a "This is definitely not my problem" expression.

   Whenever she really got into trouble, it was this expression.

   Cass sighed:

   "Would you try to wake her up harder? She looks like she's just having a nightmare."

   Before Liz could answer, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

   "It's useless, her soul is now in the Nightmare Swamp, which is the Moon Realm Domain of the Lord of Nightmare, and ordinary methods can't wake her up."

  Kas turned around, and Nezmael was standing at the door of the room. She had changed into her previous outfit at this moment, with the delicately-shaped bursting crossbow on her back, and the silver rapier hanging on her waist.

   "You came to me soon as you said, so is it so fast?"

   saw her Cass asked strangely.

   "I just received new information, the Duke is going to do something, so I'll come to you first."

  Nezmar walked over to the bed as she spoke, she put her hand on the girl's forehead, and after a while she said:

   "The witch's dream dust will change the effect of the dream state according to the user's emotions. The previous witch's mood fluctuated too much when she put her to sleep, causing her to fall into a nightmare."

   Cass nodded and said:

   "I know this, I have experienced it a few times before, and it's very uncomfortable."

"Hey!"

   "But there won't be such a situation where you can't wake up."

   Cass ignored Liz's protest and asked.

   "Generally speaking, this is the case, but in the tunnel before, you happened to meet the family of the Nightmare Lord, who linked the child's nightmare to the Nightmare Swamp through its own authority."

  Nezmael took out the letter paper and quill pen from his bag and sat down to write something.

   "Who is the Lord of Nightmares?"

   Cass asked.

"One of the kings of nothingness, in charge of nightmares, hallucinations, and mists that turn normal into abnormal things. Nightmare Swamp is his domain, where every mortal's nightmare is connected. The previous moon that almost killed you. The monsters are a kind of relatives called fog nightmares under his seat, they can make inanimate humanoids come alive by possessing them."

  Nezmar said as he wrote.

   Her words reminded Cass of the abdominal wound he had been pierced through, and the skeletons that couldn't be killed no matter what.

   "Is the Nightmare Lord the Void King that Duke Simon wants to summon to this world?"

  Kas asked with a frown.

   "Not necessarily, but it is indeed one of the possible options. The ancient Blackwater Kingdom has a long history of believing in the three moon goddesses, and the Lord of Nightmares is one of them."

  Nezmar stopped writing and put the letter in the envelope. Then he got up and took a candle from the candlestick beside him, dripped wax to seal the envelope, and then said to Cass:

   "Let's go, time is running out."

   And Cas pointed to the girl lying on the bed and asked:

   "Then what should she do? If her soul is still trapped in the Moon Realm as you said, we can't possibly leave her here alone, right?"

  Nezmar raised the envelope in his hand.

   "We don't need to worry about her affairs. Send this letter to her father, and someone will take care of it soon."

  Kas asked suspiciously:

   "Why? Who is she?"

   Nezemar said as he walked:

   "Her name is Liliana von Bergman, you should know it when you hear it, right?"

  …

   It should be almost twenty minutes...

  Vincent's adjutant waited bored at the door of the Silver Stream Mine.

  The corpses of the miners have been dragged away by the Black Guards of Thorns. I believe that his contract partners can definitely make good use of those corpses.

  Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a hint of pleasure.

   In this way, after completing the second contract content, the gift from the Moon Realm will be raised to another level, and he can even try to touch the hopeless realm in this life in the future.

   Nowadays, the study of lunar magic has almost become an open secret in the Mage Hall of the Rose Palace, and only a few pedantic people still adhere to the ancient laws of the stars.

   For these incompetent people who are afraid of change, most of them end up being gradually pushed out of the center of power. Of course, there were very few people who planned to expose it to the church, but they disappeared suddenly and silently.

   No one can betray in the presence of the Whispering Queen.

   But he couldn't figure out why Vincent, who should oppose the law of the stars more than anyone else, was reluctant to join them.

   It is said that the Duke prepared the most suitable contract for Vincent back then. As long as he signed it, he would be able to step into the realm that had been delayed for fifteen years.

   Can anyone really resist this temptation?

   But that's fine.

   Adjutant thought.

  Before he came here today to "suppress the riots", the duke had specially instructed him to strictly enforce the black thorn regulations, and all those who might leak information about the Moon must remain silent.

   More importantly, the Duke told him meaningfully at the end that if his old friend Vincent was confused, you would give him orders.

  Will the sage of scorch be confused?

Of course the adjutant    heard the duke's implication.

   Giving him the actual command of the task of suppressing the Yinliu Mine is also a statement in itself.

  Although Vincent is still well-deserved "the first person under the legend", when the new era arrives, the powerhouses of the old era should also retire.

   Especially the old-time powerhouses who are not willing to embrace the future.

  Under the protection of the three goddesses, the future Blackwater Kingdom may even appear as a magic caster at the level of the gods.

   Therefore, the task of suppressing this time must not disappoint the Duke.

   Just when he was thinking about the beautiful picture of the future, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually became clear from the darkness, and he looked over with a shudder.

  Vincent von Bergman walked out of the dark mine with a tired look.

   He immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

   "Lord Vincent, how is the situation down the mine, where is the heretic mage?"

   "Let him run away."

   Vincent replied, no mood swings in his tone.

The expression on the adjutant's face froze.

"ran away?"

   "Yes, the opponent is very skilled in lightning spells. I couldn't stop him from opening the portal and leaving."

   "But how can you let him run..."

The adjutant    couldn't hold back his emotions, and a few words came out first. Immediately he reacted immediately, he lowered his head, lowered his voice as much as possible to make it sound humble and said:

   "I mean, since the opposite is a heretic mage, then it can't be stronger than you, right?"

   Vincent shook his head, but did not answer his question, but said to the thorn black guards behind him:

   "Go down and clean up the grounds below. This altar can no longer be used, and everything must be destroyed."

   Seeing those black armored guards leading the way into the mine, Vincent turned his head and said to the adjutant:

   "Come back to the Rose Palace with me first, I have something to tell Simon."

The adjutant    gritted his teeth and said:

"Lord Vincent, with all due respect, at the juncture of the Duke's plan, which is about to reach the final stage, you let the heretic mage run away, I am afraid he will be very... unhappy. Can you track the teleportation coordinates of the heretic mage? ? I can go with you to take him down."

   Vincent unconsciously showed a bitter smile when he heard the words.

"You, me, and the few remaining war mages can't do anything about that person. And more importantly, compared with what he's going to do next, the altar of this mine was destroyed at all. What a big deal."

The adjutant    looked in disbelief at the peak master-level magic caster in front of him.

   "Who is that heretic mage?"

   (end of this chapter)