Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 382 The First Teachings
Botticelli pinched his arm and could clearly feel the pain. Surrounded by low bushes and stepping on the slightly soft soil, he could hardly believe that this was the so-called dreamland.

I have been trying to live a regular life every day for the past twenty years, but it turns out I was like a fool, not understanding the full picture of the world at all.

Breathing the damp and corrupt air, Botticelli felt an indescribable peace and mystery.

Now all I have to do is close my eyes and fall asleep quickly.

"The Saint's compassion shines on the earth, uh... Mr. Ricky, this... isn't it a bit too..."

"Hey, we have to wait for a while. The children are thirsty, so let them eat. Don't worry, they both have good appetites and won't get sick. Don't worry about me blackmailing you."

Botticelli opened his eyes and found that except for Lorenzo, the mental states of the people who came in were very different from his own.

At this time, Saint Baran was lighting a cigarette and nodding his head while arguing with Jacob.

As soon as they entered the dreamland, Millie Tang took her two children... to pick fruit.

Mili Tang's own fantasy dreamland was completely white, not to mention trees, not even a blade of grass grew! Liu Yonglu's fantasy dreamland was stronger, but the smell was a bit unbearable, it was fishy and stinky, and no one dared to eat it even if there were fruits on the trees.

Jacob's is good. It is a little damp, but the low bushes are full of red and yellow fruits, which are very pleasing to the eye.

Liu Yonglu first felt his pocket and thought, "Oh no, it was a mistake. I forgot to bring the playing cards in." So, "You three can just go pick the fruits and enjoy the fun of the farm stay in Jixian County."

Jacob felt dizzy as he had invited many people into this dreamland before, but they were all used to execute pagans. After entering, they would pick fruits first, and Saint Barlan was the first one.

Well... now that Saint Barlaan has spoken...

The ancient relic that guided his dreamland was bestowed by the Holy See, and the saint was appointed by the Holy Lady as the patron saint. They were all family, so it shouldn't be considered an act of usurpation...

Jacob could only lean against the tree and open and close one eye.

"Mi Li'er, can we eat the things in the Dreamland?"

Liu Yonglu wiped the fruit with his coat, but was still a little hesitant.

"Theoretically, it's OK, but as for whether this thing is poisonous or not...Xiaohu, is it delicious?"

Hearing the old aunt's question, Xiaohu nodded.

"Okay, then I'll also try the local specialties from the Saint Lady's land."

Liu Yonglu took a bite and found it was really good, a little sour and sweet, a bit like hawthorn and a bit like guava.

While eating fruit, Liu Yonglu turned his head and saw Botticelli staring at him with his big eyes.

"I say, go to sleep, everyone is busy, don't waste time."

Botticelli thought to himself, how can I sleep with you guys making noise and having a picnic next to me?
"Mr. Richie, I…I'm not sleepy yet."

"How can I not be sleepy? I don't have the time to spend the whole night with you. I can't sleep... I can't sleep..."

Liu Yonglu looked around and wanted to get wet. Lin Tou'er specialized in treating insomniacs. He would hit Botticelli on the back of his head with a big wooden stick. I guarantee that he would sleep like a dead dog.

But the others... probably can't handle the situation well.

"Mi Li'er, do you have any magic potion that can cure insomnia?"

"There are two forbidden spells that you can try, but they have some side effects."

“Are the side effects serious?”

"The lightest one could result in amputation."

"That's it! Hurry up and prepare it. I'll feed Botticelli the medicine later."

Botticelli watched as Milly Tang took out a piece of bone from an unknown creature from her bag and began to grind it... What do you mean? I have to take medicine later?
There is also the risk of amputation! ? Botticelli looked at his right hand and thought, I am a painter. What will I do for a living if I lose my hand?

"Mr. Saint Baran, no need for potions, no need for potions, I can fall asleep by myself!"

In his panic, he blurted out Liu Yonglu's "real name".

"Can you really sleep? You can't pretend to sleep."

"It's true, it's true, I guarantee that I will enter that... dreamland in a moment!"

"Well, how about this, you sleep next to me and I'll sing you a lullaby to help you out."

"Okay, okay."

Botticelli took off his coat and spread it on the ground, then lay down and fell asleep. Liu Yonglu was just trying to scare him. If the child was really poisoned and something bad happened, he would not be responsible.

"I want to go to the South Pacific Islands, hug Pipa and run away... I want to go to Harbin to find that dear little Jiaojiao.

Su San, don’t wail. Hey, Su San, don’t wail. Come with me to Guangxi, and run with your pipa…”

Liu Yonglu's singing made Botticelli even more unable to sleep. Fortunately, the grinding sound from Millitang never stopped. The painter's eyelids became heavier and heavier due to fear, and he finally fell asleep.

"Where's that damn monster?"

"Boyce, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have this ability? I didn't realize that you can do witchcraft."

When he opened his eyes again, Botticelli found himself lying on the fishing boat, and standing above him was no longer the monster with a deformed head, but an old fisherman and Saint Bernardus.

"me……"

Botticelli touched his chest. The monster's slender claws had been pressing on his chest before. He could still feel the pain. How could it suddenly disappear? "What happened just now?"

With the help of Saint Bernus, Botticelli slowly stood up from the deck.

"I didn't see clearly either."

The old fisherman answered honestly that he and Boyce had no friendship and he was just busy escaping and had no time to look back and take care of him.

"I just saw a flash of silver light, and it seemed like grass was growing out of the boat, and then the monster disappeared."

Bernus was concerned about his friend's life. Although he didn't have the courage to turn back and fight the monster, he still saw a shocking scene.

"Saint, have mercy, Saint, have mercy..."

After surviving the disaster, Botticelli couldn't help but mutter a few words, thinking that at least he was not ripped open by a monster in his dream.

"Hey, the Borgias are dead, let's go."

While Botticelli was talking to Saint Bernus, the old fisherman had already come out of the cabin, holding a necklace with shark teeth in his hand.

It turns out that the body seen in the cabin before was Borgia.

"Five loaves of bread, old man. We brothers risked our lives for this. We won't deny it, will we?"

"I didn't pay for it, so why should I deny it?"

The old fisherman snorted, picked up his harpoon and jumped off the fishing boat first.

"By the way, Boyce, do you want to earn a few more loaves of bread?"

After walking for about ten minutes, the old fisherman suddenly turned back with a wicked smile.

"How to earn?"

"If you can hand over the magic you used to solve the monster, I'll give you 5 more loaves of bread!"

The old fisherman knew that the brothers were both poor bachelors, and that there were monsters rampant in the sea. If he could learn how to deal with the monsters, he would make a considerable income in the future whether he went out to sea on his own or worked as a sailor for others.

Sure enough, after the old fisherman finished speaking, Saint Bernus swallowed his saliva and his face showed great excitement.

"Five loaves of bread are enough to get rid of Boyce! What are you thinking? Old man, at least 5!"

"I'm the one who decided this price on behalf of the other guys. We'll have to pool our money together when the time comes! How much is a bag of grain worth in silver coins now? You must know that, right?"

The old fisherman clenched the harpoon tightly. He had already made up his mind. If the terms could be negotiated, that would be the best. If not, he would find a few other familiar fishermen, and then capture Boyce in a deserted place and force him to reveal the witchcraft he used.

"But... I really don't know any witchcraft. I didn't do what I did just now. It was Saint Barlan who saved me."

Botticelli felt that the old fisherman had a bad look in his eyes, so he could only tell the truth hesitantly.

"Ba...what? Ten pieces of bread, no more."

The old fisherman felt that there was a way, but Boyce's tone was not very firm.

"Patron Saint, he saved me. I am nothing special."

"This patron saint, Saint Barlaan, tell me in detail how you got him to help you."

"Hey, hey, hey, you pay first, and I'll let Boyce talk to you after you pay."

Saint Bernus quickly stopped Botticelli and weighed the fish knife in his hand.

"I'll keep this with you first. I'll redeem it with bread later."

The old fisherman took out a small gold coin from the inner lining of his clothes and threw it to Saint Bernus. He found this thing from a shipwreck when he was young and always regarded it as a treasure. If it were not for the purpose of extracting a life-saving witchcraft, he would not have been willing to give it to the two young men.

"Bernus, please tell me how you made the monster disappear."

Saint Bernius bit the gold coin with his teeth and patted Botticelli on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"The patron saint is the follower of the saint and the practitioner of her will. Legend has it that when the sun is shrouded in darkness, the earth..."

Botticelli had no choice, as he really didn't know any witchcraft, but seeing Saint Bernardus's uncontrollable joy, he could only bite the bullet and recite the scriptures.

Anyway, you forced me to say this, so don't blame me if it doesn't work.

The old fisherman was a little wary at first, worried that Boyce was lying to him, but as he listened he nodded frequently. What Boyce said was fluent, rigorous, and logically coherent. It was impossible for this poor boy who grew up by the sea to make up such things.

"Since you've promised me, then write it down for me later. It doesn't matter if you can't read. Just tell me and I'll find someone to copy it."

The old fisherman got a satisfactory answer and looked in a good mood. The three of them walked for more than two hours and finally arrived at their employer's house. They got the coarse bread they deserved, and Botticelli followed the joyful Saint Bernardus on his journey home.

His Excellency Saint Barlaan will protect me... After getting Liu Yonglu's assurance, Botticelli felt much calmer than before.

At the same time, he also felt an inexplicable worry.

Is it really okay for me to tell the people in my dream what is in the holy book?
"Bernus, smell... it seems to smell like meat."

Before they knew it, they had walked back to the shabby house by the sea. Saint Bernus shrugged his nose exaggeratedly; the fragrance was coming from the shabby house!

(End of this chapter)