If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

The entire world was flooded by a tide of shadows.

It's dark and deep.

Roman stood alone in the darkness, looking coldly at the distant battlefield.

Two huge armies composed of countless blurry figures charged at each other fiercely!

Behind the armies of both sides, there is a rising and pervasive wave of shadows.

The cold shadow of the ferocious dragon was projected from the north, and the dragons let out terrifying dragon roars.

Dragon Shadow controls the storm flames. Either they harvest mortals like mowing grass, or they fall to the earth with serious injuries.

The shadows in the south condensed into armored phantom knights. They rode on horses transformed into thick fog and rushed into the battlefield like red and black ghosts.

The red-armored knight was enveloped in a halo of blood, and the black-armored knight threw a demon-hunting spear!

The wild horn from ancient times resounds across the battlefield!

The dragon roars and the horse neighs, shouting to kill the sky!

People keep falling down, and people keep rushing up!

In this deep and silent world, everything is illusory, and the battlefield is distant and unfamiliar.

Roman stared coldly.

But the battlefield was extremely boring. Although it was huge and powerful, it was still low-level and barbaric, which really made him have no desire to appreciate it.

So he turned his sight elsewhere, only to see that everything in the world was submerged in darkness. It was dark and deep. There were not many things he could see, and they were impossible to identify.

When he shifted his gaze, the distant battlefield quietly disappeared into the darkness, as if nothing had happened.

But I don’t know what it looked like before it was submerged in darkness?

Da, da, da!

Roman seemed to hear some footsteps hidden in the darkness.

Something was approaching him?

The footsteps are getting closer and lighter, cautious and careful, like predators in the forest.

But Roman stared into the darkness for a long time and saw no one coming out.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of sulfur, choking smoke, hot and evil...

…

Shasta felt a pair of hands caressing her body, but she was extremely sleepy at this time, her sleepiness had not subsided, and she really didn't want to open her eyes. The owner of this breath was very familiar with it. She didn't feel any rejection in her heart. She muttered instinctively, then turned over, opened the door wide, and stretched out her beautiful body.

My hands are getting hotter and my body is getting hotter and hotter. It feels like soaking in a hot spring, giving me a sense of fulfillment.

The face and neck of the Nightmare Witch gradually turned red.

She was completely sleepless, tilted her head, and hummed softly.

"Shasta, I had a dream." Roman lowered his head and bit her soft earlobe, his strong and broad body covering her whole body.

"Your Highness, what a dream!" Shasta suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, his eyes like two bright rubies, his expression dignified and cold.

Roman liked her delicate and beautiful face very much. Shasta had an oval face, her facial features were well-proportioned and harmonious, and her appearance was quite impressive. Especially because she had a serious personality and was unsmiling. When doing business, she would act tough or indifferent. His expression naturally has the temperament of repelling others thousands of miles away.

To put it crudely, he was actually a little excited.

Roman didn't move, but Shasta noticed something strange in her body. Her eyes widened slightly, but the feeling of swelling became stronger and stronger. Her master has a very strange personality, and sometimes she doesn't know how to offend him.

Shasta's face turned redder and redder. He pursed his lips tightly and looked sideways at the stone window.

"What dream?" she asked again.

"The dream of dragons and gods." Roman said in her ear, and for a moment she felt a very tight wrapping.

Shasta's whole body tensed up, her toes curled up, then her whole body relaxed, and she collapsed on the bed. She tried hard to keep her tone calm, but deep in her throat she felt like she was about to cry.

"I-I know."

Roman stretched out his hand to smooth her messy hair.

Shasta was grateful for Roman's gentle gestures after each session, which made her less embarrassed. In fact, she had no status and could never become a royal wife, nor could she become a lover, but she couldn't refuse his advances.

But sometimes he still cares about his feelings and never throws her aside after it's over.

"And." Roman stroked the corner of her mouth.

Shasta nodded slightly and climbed down. When he opened his mouth, he thought of Roman's answer, and his face showed a different kind of charm.

"Do you know what that is?" he asked.

"Your Highness, it's just a dream." Shasta said vaguely. She found that he was very excited today, perhaps because he had suppressed it for several months, or perhaps for other reasons. If it's the latter, that's bad.

"Let me hear it."

She spoke for a moment and said truthfully: "That was a dream."

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Roman suddenly said: "I think you are my Youmeng."

Shasta was suddenly silenced, and she didn't know how to answer.

"I'm serious, Youmeng is also called the Deep Dream," she emphasized. Roman looked at the witch and felt a little excited again.

"The more humans are exposed to magic, the more they will be entangled in certain things, resulting in this phenomenon called ghost dreams. People who don't know the truth call it nightmares... But most people just scare themselves. They also I don’t have the qualifications to be a dreamer.”

It’s not surprising to have nightmares, there are no normal people who don’t have nightmares.

But Youmeng is different. When the caster's consciousness sinks, he will dream of a deep and dark illusory world.

"Your Highness, the ghost dream involves the fate and life and death of all things in the world-" Shasta pointed this out. "My teacher, Master Lei Ting, never dreamed after becoming a witch, because she didn't believe this statement. Her mental power was so strong that she could freely control her dreams, and no one could invade. But the prophet was very sure, because the effect of her spells could only be manifested in the ghost world."

"What about you?"

Shasta shook his head and said, "The prophet forbade us to explore the ghost world. This matter is a secret in the witch forest, and very few people know about it. Witches are cursed. Because of the spell, our own destiny is closely connected with the ghost dream and the ghost world since we awakened."

Only spellcasters call that world the ghost world. Scholars call it the spirit world, and astrologers call it the star world.

There are many ways to observe the ghost world. Scholars use sun stones for observation, astrologers use the stars as the basis for divination, and witches see it in dreams.

Of course, this is not absolute. Witches can also use sun stones, scholars can also divination, and astrologers can also have ghost dreams.

"Anyone who gets involved with Youmeng may lose himself and never come back."

"So will I?"

"No!" She said subconsciously.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to understand my dream." Roman smiled. He has lived in this land for more than 20 years and has always lacked awe for those strange legends. If it hadn't happened to him, he wouldn't pay much attention to it.

After all, he is busy with work. If it was any other nightmare, it would have passed and it didn't matter at all.

But Youmeng is more mysterious. Why do you have such a dream? There must be a reason.

If there is really danger, then find a solution. As long as your mind doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.