Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the North District of Backlund, there are layers of dreams.

Leonard, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a pair of red gloves, wanders among many dreams, comes into contact with the owners of the dreams, creates some accidents, and turns dreams into nightmares, playing the role of a real nightmare.

He was very skillful in snatching the cake from a child in his dream and eating the cake in front of the child.

The next moment, the dream suddenly began to shake violently, sometimes transparent, sometimes dark, and somewhat erratic.

"Are you about to wake up? Sure enough, it is easier to act out a child's dream. Just grabbing some snacks and cakes can cause such a big reaction."

Leonard muttered to himself, then turned around, wrapped himself in spirituality, and quickly escaped from this dream.

After he left this dream, he emerged in a deep black space, surrounded by illusory balls of light, large and small, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse.

Behind him, there was a somewhat transparent illusory ball of light, which flashed erratically for a few times, and then shattered with a snap.

Leonard closed his eyes slightly and felt the digestion progress of the nightmare potion in his body. The corners of his mouth slowly raised in a small arc.

Pales' somewhat old voice suddenly echoed in his ears:

"You received a letter from that strange book"

"Hmm weird books?"

Leonard didn't realize what the strange books were for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he controlled the body transformed by his consciousness to fly towards the place he rented. The messenger who only threw out a piece of paper every time he was summoned?

His consciousness returned to his body, and Leonard, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt a piece of paper slipping from his hand.

Huh~ He took a long breath, and relying on his familiarity with the furnishings in the room, he walked straight to the switch of the gas wall lamp and pulled the switch close to the wall.

The next moment, some dim lights came on in the room. Leonard was a little uncomfortable with the sudden strong light and squinted his eyes slightly.

When his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he looked at the letter in his hand and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

"Oh, dear old Mr. Palles. And Leonard, am I some kind of gift?"

After only reading the beginning of the letter, Leonard curled his lips disdainfully and muttered to himself.

Then he leaned lazily on the sofa and continued reading.

Soon he finished reading the letter, which was not long, and glanced aside the letter. His expression remained unchanged as he chatted with the old man in his body:

"Grossell's Travels. A completely real old man from the world in the book. Is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. You have been in the Church of the Night for so long, haven't you checked the records about the eight ancient gods?"

Pales still had his usual tone, but his voice was slightly hesitant.

Leonard unconsciously touched his nose with his right hand, and then changed the topic:

"Um, do you think what he said is true? A descendant of you, a descendant who survived from the Fourth Age, is he still a saint, or even an angel?"

"It's impossible. Most of the characteristics of this path are in Amon. There are only a few demigods, and they were all promoted in the fifth era."

"If you were trapped in his so-called book world, it would be possible to survive from the Fourth Age to the present."

Pales responded with a somewhat helpless and sighing tone.

"What exactly is the world in the book?"

Leonard frowned slightly and asked curiously.

Then he tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.

"Hmph~, if you had read more information and files in the Church of the Night, you wouldn't have such an ignorant problem."

"You should be familiar with the name Dragon of Fantasy."

"That Dragon King, one of the eight ancient gods?"

Leonard interjected curiously and asked.

"Don't interrupt me, can't you even understand this politeness?"

Leonard immediately closed his mouth and waited for the old man inside him to continue talking.

"Hmph~" Pales hummed softly, and said in a deep voice:

"About the description of the Dragon of Fantasy, almost all books will have this sentence: The objects he imagined will surely materialize, the kingdom he imagined will definitely come to the material world, and the future he claims will definitely come to life. It will be staged and become a reality.”

"The kingdom he imagined will surely come to the material world."

Leonard pondered, and then suddenly exclaimed:

"That world in the book is a world imagined by the Dragon of Fantasy?"

"The authority of the Dragon of Imagination was once recovered by the ancient Sun God, and was later given to one of his children. Any one of them could do this."

"Ancient Sun God?"

Leonard was confused, because he had never heard of this god, and there was no relevant record in the church.

"you do not need to know."

"Write him a reply. I can give him the Dream Thief's potion formula. The condition of the deal is that he needs to help me deal with the demigod in the Thief's path."

"As for the world in the book, ask him if he has more information."

Pales's voice echoed in Leonard's mind for a while, and then fell silent.

On the Golden Dream, Renekton's figure suddenly appeared on the deck.

He took steps towards the side of the ship, a light blue ripple rose behind him, and a "door" opened.

Edwina then walked out from the other side of the "door". She approached Renekton and said:

"I have observed your use of the 'door' and made some analysis and changes to it. With some arrangements on the Golden Dream, I can appear anywhere on the Golden Dream anytime, anywhere."

"It's a good idea. Maybe you can also try to use the 'door' to lock the enemy and launch an attack. This will have unexpected effects."

Renekton praised him in a low voice and made some suggestions about the use of "doors".

Edwina thought for a moment, then nodded in response:

"This is a good idea. I will try to develop a new secret technique."

While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the side of the ship and looked at the sea to the side with solemn expressions.

There was a huge five-masted sailboat with bright lights on it, and figures of people swaying from time to time. It was approaching in the direction of the Golden Dream.

"There is not much breath of living people on the ghost ship, but it is brightly lit like a passenger ship."

Renekton whispered softly, and the purple halo in his eyes shrank, covering it with a layer of grayish white.

After a moment, his eyes became clear again, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"That ship has anti-divination and anti-prophecy properties. I can't see any useful information."

He turned to look at Edwina aside. As the Iceberg Vice Admiral who had been at sea for a long time, she might know something.

Edwina frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said with some uncertainty:

"There are many ghost ships on the sea, but not many have this level of anti-divination and anti-prophecy properties."

"The most famous among them is the 'Ghost Empire', which is one of the treasures of the Five Seas Civilizations and originated from the Trosoest Empire in the Fourth Age."

"Well, it's an unknown ghost ship. It's called the 'Casino of Destiny'."

"It is said that as long as you board this ship, you will enter a never-ending gambling game. But if anyone can escape from the gambling game, he will definitely get all the wealth deposited on the ship. However, this ghost ship has always been considered by some Pirate fantasy."

"Casino of Destiny"

Renekton groaned, remembering what Destiny had said to him. Could this ghost ship be attracted by the aggregation effect of the previous Wheel of Fortune cards?

His eyes had been fixed on the huge ghost ship approaching from the side. He had just had a momentary impulse to get the prophetic characteristics that appeared in front of him.

As a prophet, his intuition reminded him that doing so would be dangerous!

Time passed little by little, and the huge ghost ship did not try to get close to the Golden Dream. As the Golden Dream accelerated, the ghost ship passed them by.

At some point, a layer of mist covered the sea, blocking most of the crimson moonlight. The sea surface was no longer clear, and only a dark shadow remained in the direction in which the ghost ship was moving away.

Edwina looked around the surrounding sea and whispered:

"Legend has it that if you encounter the 'Casino of Destiny' and don't choose to board the ship, you will encounter certain misfortune."

"doom?"

Renekton frowned slightly, he didn't feel anything unusual just now.

Immediately, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray white again, and the sea shrouded in mist changed its appearance in his field of vision, with strands of silver and white threads intersecting and entangled like a mighty river.

He looked towards the future. The fate around him was a little distorted, but there was no abnormal trace. It was more like a wave in the long river of fate.

Similar to the Disaster Priest, he will constantly encounter various disasters passively. However, this disaster is not reflected in himself, but in the things that have come into contact with it.

After pondering in his heart for a moment, Renekton looked up at the crimson moon that had disappeared and said softly:

"There may be a storm in the sea tonight."

Edwina nodded slightly:

"If it's just wind and waves, it's not a big problem for the Golden Dream."