Ember Skywalker

Chapter 11: A strange dream, a lingering ghost!
"What...what do you mean?"

"You'll understand later."

"Oh, okay. If you want to work overtime next time, come find me. My name is Genbo." The young man reminded earnestly.

"Damn, the name really suits the person." Raven was speechless.

When Raven found Pastor Charlie, there was already a long line, and he joined the line.

For some reason, the scene on the mural kept replaying in his mind.

That inhuman face, the thousands of compound eyes and the cold scrutiny all made him feel a chill down his spine.

Who is he, does he have any intentions towards me, or is he just observing me?
He was a little worried at the thought of being silenced without realizing it.

Could it be that the other party had done something else to him?

I don't know how long it was before it was finally his turn.

"Child, you are not injured." Pastor Charlie frowned.

“Hello, it’s my mother who needs treatment.

She was seriously injured and was rescued by a master, but she has been in a coma..."

Raven repeated what Master Samuel had said.

"I see. Your mother does need to receive Rain of Life treatment once a month."

Pastor Charlie's brows were twisted into a 川 character.

"But this burning technique consumes a lot of divine power. Even I can only perform it with difficulty."

“For the sake of creation, please save her.

The Creator says that all living things have the right to survive.

The Creator also said that anyone who believes in him can be saved, and my mother is the most devout believer. "

Raven knew that these priests cared most about their faith, so he brought out creations.

As for whether Caroline is a devout believer?

There's no way to verify it anyway.

Sure enough, Pastor Charlie hesitated.

“Well, today is Alms Day, and I cannot leave. I will have to come to your place at another time.

However, this is not without cost, each treatment requires ten gold coins.

Of course, the main thing is that the Rain of Life requires the consumption of precious materials, and this money is just the cost."

Ten gold coins, so much!

Raven was startled.

In the memory of the predecessor, his family’s annual income was only one gold coin.

Where did he get so much money when he first arrived?
But he still said calmly: "Money is not a problem, thank you very much, Master."

“You have to think about it, ten gold coins are just for once.

If she doesn't wake up, then it will be ten gold coins per month."

Pastor Charlie looked at Raven with suspicion.

"Don't worry."

He couldn't watch his mother die anyway.

There is always a way.

He didn't believe that the knowledge from that world would not be enough to get by here.

Back home, John was wiping Caroline's face.

"Brother?" Raven asked tentatively.

Hearing the sound, John's hand trembled, he threw the cloth to the ground and shrank back into the corner.

Raven's expression was complicated. He pointed at Caroline and said softly:
"Do you recognize her?"

John stammered:
"I was... close to her, her face... was dirty, wipe it clean."

Raven nodded.

Although John lost his memory, he still retained his instinctive attachment to Caroline.

He took out the dinner he bought and said softly, "It's time to eat."

John's stomach had already been rumbling, but looking at Raven he didn't dare to move forward.

Raven sighed, put down the food and stepped outside.

After dinner, Raven comforted John for a while, and they both fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he found himself in the previous world again.

Only this time he appeared as a newborn in a magnificent palace.

"Wow...wow..."

He found himself crying while the people around him were laughing.

He was very clear-headed, but he couldn't control his crying and waving of his hands.

Because he was just a baby at this time.

It's all so weird.

He cried and "looked" at the people around him.

They were all extremely powerful, with clusters of lightning and fire exploding from their bodies from time to time. The man in the front was even more imposing and terrifying.

"Hey, is that him?" Raven recognized the man.

It was the leader who looked at him from the floating city in the last dream.

With an unconcealed joy on his face, he took two steps forward and held "himself" in his arms. He pointed his finger, and a golden rune sank into "himself's" forehead.

Raven suddenly found herself not crying anymore, but staring at the man with wide eyes and curiosity.

"My son, from now on, your name will be Wittgenstein."

The man said proudly.

He carried the baby to the highest terrace of the palace. Looking down from here, he saw that the streets were already blocked by the dark crowds.

Looking further into the distance, white clouds are floating under my feet and the vast and boundless land is moving away.

He was actually in the floating city.

The man looked at the crowd and raised the baby in his arms high.

The crowd below cheered like a tsunami, one wave higher than the other.

It seems to be welcoming the birth of a new monarch.

The man looked at the baby and murmured, "My son, your glory will begin today."

"Put me down now. I'm afraid of heights."

Raven mumbled, keeping her eyes on the clouds.

"I don't think we'll be struck by lightning here. I don't want to travel through time again."

Of course, men can't hear clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally put the baby down and looked at him with joy.

The baby looked at him too.

"Ok?"

Suddenly the man's eyes turned cold and became extremely sharp, as if they were going to penetrate him.

The baby's eyes were too calm, so calm that he couldn't believe it.

"Great Star Priest, help me take a look at this child."

A woman with a spider-shaped gemstone on her forehead walked forward and looked at 'Raven' carefully.

After looking for a while, she released a mist of light to cover the baby, and distorted faces appeared in the mist.

Raven felt his entire body stiffen, his consciousness rapidly fading away, as if he was being read.

"What did she do to me?" Raven asked in panic.

This old woman looks like an extremely powerful person. He will be in trouble if she does something wrong.

Even if she discovered him, would she kill him on the spot?

"Impossible! You...you..."

The Great Star Priest suddenly looked at him as if he was having a seizure, his fingers trembling messily.

"What's wrong?" asked the middle-aged man.

"He... he carries the power of the anchor of destiny! Is this fate?"

"What? Let me see!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes lit up with a strange purple light, and a powerful mental force penetrated into Wittgenstein's sea of ​​consciousness.

Raven suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, and then the whole world twisted.

The next moment he woke up suddenly, gasping for breath.

"What's going on? Why is it the same dream again, and that world again?"

Raven couldn't help but wonder.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what had just happened was not a dream.

What kind of dream is recurring or is it a serial?
So real!
This is definitely not normal.

“Could it be that the face in the church did something to me?

That’s not right. The first dream was before going to church.

Could it be... related to the taboo object?"

Raven thought about the night of the resurrection.

"Isn't he cursed?" Raven became more and more scared the more he thought about it.

He felt a huge shadow approaching him, but he had no idea what to do.

After thinking for a long time, he could only smile bitterly.

Even if there is danger, what can he do?
"Just take it one step at a time."

He shook his head, got out of bed, wiped Caroline, and went out to look for work.

He needs to earn money as soon as possible to treat his mother's illness.

This is a desolate and vast prologue.

The land is endless, with mighty rivers flowing through maple-red grasslands and forests, stretching to the horizon.

The rolling hills look desolate and majestic under the purple sunset.

A lonely figure stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at the distant land.

The strong wind made his clothes rustle, but it could not shake him at all.

He has a perfect face, a blend of handsomeness and gentleness, iron-bloodedness and warmth. You will never forget it after just one look at it.

But he was very worried at the moment.

"Your Highness, you have been standing here for a whole day." A female general whispered.

(End of this chapter)