Magic!

Chapter 145 143. The secret of wontons

It is indeed a dream within a dream...

Russell nodded thoughtfully.

In front, Nocturne, wearing a red robe and a devil mask, chuckled:

"It's really troublesome for you, I let you experience an extra layer of real dreams. There is no way, this is for insurance, in case there is an undercover agent from the school mixed in with us.

"Fortunately, in this almost real dream, you didn't show any inappropriate behavior.

"Now, all your suspicions have been cleared."

Russell listened and muttered secretly:

"Before, the dream city was so badly optimized and bugs were everywhere, probably because it had an extra layer of dreams nested inside it! If you're not technically good, don't imitate other people's skills. Well, I can't rule out that it was intentional."

Russell's mental resistance even exceeds that of some fourth-grade powers, and he can remain completely awake in supernatural dreams. Therefore, when the first level of dream ended, he faintly sensed something was wrong.

When Russell "waked up from his dream" for the first time, he discovered that "the expressions of the demon believers around him looking at him were indescribably weird"!

This kind of weirdness is not just the normal demeanor of the cultists who were shocked when they saw him leading the city of Omela to conquer the world and driving the Wandering Earth to conquer aliens.

It comes more from the unnatural and uncoordinated feeling of the dream itself!

At that moment, Russell suspected that he might still be dreaming.

After that, he repeatedly confirmed one point through various channels.

For example, when Martha revealed the existence of an undercover agent, her eyes specifically fell on his face.

——Russell suspected that in every reference person’s dream, the person Martha looked at was the corresponding dream owner himself!

For example, time in dreams sometimes speeds up abnormally.

As for the demon cultists making phone calls, Russell guessed that they might have happened at the same time in reality.

Because he was worried that he was still dreaming and was still under surveillance by the cultists, Russell never showed anything strange.

He kept in mind that he was just a new Satanist, not an undercover agent. He never made any actions that were contrary to his personality or said anything that would arouse suspicion, so as not to expose his identity as an undercover agent.

"You shouldn't still be dreaming now."

Russell flexed his fingers, closed his eyes, and patiently felt the energy field of the surrounding environment through his mid-second-grade supersensory powers. He listened to the whisper of the wind and the songs of the birds, and felt how quickly time passed.

No problem, this time it’s reality!

It’s no longer fun to play nesting dolls.

Seeing that all the referents had woken up from their dreams, the short red-robed officiant stepped forward and said:

"Although you may have experienced it in your dreams, in reality, I still want to announce again the candidates who have passed the assessment..."

…

What happened after that was basically a repeat of the experience in the dream.

Because they have already practiced it in their dreams, everyone is very skilled at it.

Some references were eliminated.

The remaining referents successfully joined the Red Order of Chaos, received their own black robes and demon masks, and some whispered to each other.

"Brother, don't you want this succubus mask? I thought you would exchange it with me, just like in the dream."

"No need, I figured it out, now I think the evil spirit mask looks better."

"Does anyone have the Ape Demon Mask? I'll trade it with you for the Shadow Demon Mask."

"Why is this different from what you requested in your dream?"

"..."

Russell successfully joined the club and was named the Son of the Devil. He took away his own black robe and devil mask, as well as the Book of Shadows as a prize.

Vermouth patted Russell on the shoulder happily:

"As expected of you, Russell.

"You didn't know you were sleeping, but everyone was stunned when they saw your dream.

"Their eyes are all wide open, and their eyeballs are about to roll down. You are much more worthy of your name than the other two sons of devil."

"Excuse me." Russell responded calmly.

He put the black robe, devil mask, and book of shadows into his dimensional pocket, and asked Vermouth in a low voice:

"By the way, I've been having a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Why is the front-end organization of our religious group in the college called the 'Wonton Club'? Why do we eat wontons during the initiation ceremony of the Wonton Club? Does this have any special meaning?"

Vermouth's expression suddenly froze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body trembled like an electric shock, as if Russell had asked some important secret.

He winked at Nocturne.

Vermouth asked Nocturne with his eyes if he could tell Russell this ancient secret!

Nocturne remained calm and did not respond.

After discovering that winking while wearing a mask had no effect, Vermouth took off the devil mask and winked at Nocturne again.

"Hehehe, it's okay, just tell me." Nocturne agreed.

Seeing that most of the people had dispersed, Wei Meisi leaned her head in front of Russell and lowered her voice:

"This involves a deep secret of the sect, which is unknown to ordinary members of the sect. You are not allowed to reveal this secret to others without permission."

Russell nodded repeatedly, making a solemn promise while calculating how much reward he could get for reporting such secrets involving the core secrets of the Demonic Order to the school.

“It’s a long story.

“The predecessor of our Red Order of Chaos was an organization that worshiped the Demon King.

"One of the organization leaders especially likes to eat wontons. He once suggested that the name of our organization be simply Wonton Red, named after his favorite food and the Demon King's favorite color.

"The native language of this organization leader should be Chinese or some Chinese dialect. The pronunciation is not standard, and it is called 'Chaos Red' - it should not be difficult to understand if your native language is Chinese. Other organizational leaders also misunderstood.

"This is the origin of our order's name!

"To commemorate the original name, wontons are the holy meal of the cult. During important sacrificial rituals, such as blood sacrifices, everyone will eat a bowl of fragrant and hot wontons."

Is that how it came to be?

Russell had a dark look on his face, and the way he looked at the vermouth changed, he was quite doubtful of the value of this information.

"Thank you, I understand. Goodbye."

Russell turned around and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked at the clearing where Martha appeared in the previous dream.

Is Martha really the leader of the Red Order of Chaos?

Is she really here?

Did she really make calls on her cell phone while I was dreaming?

The next moment, Martha's figure was outlined in the air!

Dark red skin, horns, tail, bat-like wings... As a half-demon, Martha looks exactly the same as she appeared in her dream.

A smile broke out on Russell's face.

He stopped leaving and planned to take this opportunity to ask Martha the question he had always wanted to know!

Russell turned around, faced Martha, and saluted gracefully:

"Only the abyss lasts forever!"

"Russell, we meet again." Compared to the last few times we met in the cafeteria, Martha's temperament and attitude are completely different from the past. "Your performance is outstanding. Among all the new devil cultists, you are the best." An excellent one.”

Russell thanked Martha and looked around.

Finding that the other new demon cultists of the same batch had already left, Russell bowed slightly and said in a very polite tone:

"Sir, I have important information that I would like to report directly to you."

"Tell me. Do you need me to block others?"

"No need." Russell straightened up and said seriously:

"I am what the Order is looking for, the Son of Prophecy!"

After hearing this, the sultry air in the forest suddenly solidified, and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

Vermouth, who was still chatting with his colleagues, suddenly stopped. The other demon cultists present also set their sights on Russell.