Martin Variety in American Comics

"If you want to retrieve the three items, I can help."

Martin looked across the bookshelf and saw the dreams appear and disappear.

The indescribable dream, let alone a mortal, even a god would find it hard to bear, but because he had divided his authority before, he was isolated from the damage and only saw it.

"Have you been watching me?"

Morpheus looked a little haggard, he put down his hands, and the raging sandstorm gradually subsided. But the library returned to its usual state, and the dreams of countless creatures were orderly woven into various books and filed in the bookshelf.

"You are too sensitive!"

Martin smiled helplessly. He did not expect Morpheus to think so. He explained: "Everything about you was told to me by Death. No one had investigated before, let alone monitored.

As for the Burgess family, it is not a secret. Although it has been a long time since this happened, it is not something we cannot do."

Morpheus stared at Martin's eyes, and nodded after a moment and said: "I believe what you said. If you can help me recover my dream quickly, I am willing to do anything for you, provided that it does not violate my principles."

"Forget the reward. I promised Death to help you. Besides, if you recover your dream quickly, the humans affected in reality can also recover. This is enough for me."

Martin is not so noble.

It's just that he doesn't need Morpheus' help with ordinary things. It's difficult for the Endless Family to intervene in those major events involving the fate of the earth or even the universe.

"According to our investigation, old Roderick, the wizard who tried to summon death to resurrect his son..."

"I know the identity of that person very well, so you don't need to repeat it. Let's get straight to the point!"

Morpheus felt uncomfortable when he recalled the century of imprisonment and didn't want to mention it at all.

Martin also nodded and skipped this paragraph, and continued: "After obtaining your magic weapon, old Roderick had a period of revelry. He not only expanded his power, but also married a young wife."

"Like all old men, he used his young wife as a tool to vent his lust, and beat and scolded her at will, without any respect. So one day, the young wife stole your magic weapon and ran away from old Roderick."

"I still remember that day!"

After Martin's reminder, Morpheus also remembered something: "It was on that day that old Roderick threatened me like crazy, wanting me to give him eternal life and power, but he had a conflict with Alex, and finally accidentally hit the glass ball and left this world."

He didn't say anything more, because Alex's actions really disappointed him too much.

"I thought he was just going crazy everyday, but I didn't expect there was such a story behind it."

Morpheus sighed, and put the past behind him, and asked Martin: "What is the name of the young wife? As long as I have her name, I can find her whereabouts and retrieve the three props."

"We don't know either."

Martin spread his hands regretfully: "It's been too long, Alex erased the news of the young wife in order to erase his father's traces."

Such a romantic affair will always circulate in the aristocratic circle for a long time, but the main characters of the story are distorted in the process of spreading.

"By the way, isn't Alex accepting your punishment? We can find some clues from his dreams."

Martin snapped his fingers, not nervous at all.

Although this matter seems very tense, it is only a look.

Once Morpheus is out of trouble, nothing can stop him. The only thing he can't get over is the hurdle in his heart.

He felt that he was responsible for the decline of the dream kingdom, the long sleep of millions of people, and the insomnia of more people, so he was anxious to get everything back on track.

Morpheus did not respond to Martin's proposal. He reached out to the bookshelf, and a book with a yellow cover automatically flew into his hand.

The pages of the book turned, showing every dream Alex had ever had.

Although Alex was forced to be bound to Morpheus in his life, his dreams were no different from those of ordinary people.

The same mess, the same fragmentation, the intermittent, some can become a story, and some are just vague fragments.

Although it is said that seeing the big picture from the small, dreams are dreams after all, even if they are mixed with real information, it takes careful judgment to distinguish them.

Morpheus stared at these dreams for a while, and gave up wasting time on them.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "This person's dream is too chaotic and complicated. It takes a long time to find the real information from it. I can't waste all my time on this."

Morpheus's sudden change made Martin difficult to understand.

How can it be considered a waste of time when it didn't even take a minute to finish?

"Then let me take charge of this matter, my master!"

Lucien was obviously used to Morpheus's behavior and immediately took the task into his own hands.

"Thank you for your help!"

Morpheus nodded to the butler and said, "I need to find a shortcut to end this quickly. Before that, I need to further restore my strength."

"Martin, if you don't mind, can you come with me?"

Faced with Morpheus' invitation, Martin was very hesitant.

The willfulness shown by the other party in this matter made him not know how to evaluate it. Even if he is the master of dreams, he can't think of it one by one.

"If you really think you are responsible for the current situation of dreams, you should calm down and think about how to end it all with the least loss and the safest method."

Martin was not polite, and even accused the other party of being irresponsible.

But Morpheus did not get angry. He said calmly: "I know what I am doing. This farce must end as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause greater losses."

"Okay!"

Martin carefully examined the performance of the dream master in front of him, and finally accepted his invitation.

Morpheus left the library first, Martin followed him closely, and the crow waved its wings and wanted to follow, but was stopped.

Morpheus said, "You stay here to help Xi'an and find clues from the dream. If there is any news, inform me and Martin as soon as possible."

Hearing the master's order, the crow's feathers instantly became limp.

Although he was not happy in his heart, he still flew to Lucien's shoulder with a dejected look and watched the dream with her.

...

Morpheus and Martin strolled in the ruins of the palace. Neither of them was in a hurry to move forward, nor did they speak.

After calming down, Martin thought of Diana. He wondered if she and the alliance had found the escaped nightmare Collins, and was worried about the trouble they had encountered.

Morpheus couldn't stand such silence, and took the lead to ask: "I have known death for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen him give such a complete blessing to a mortal. What is so special about you?"

Morpheus asked very directly, without any special emotions in the middle. Although it sounds a bit offensive, it is more funny.

"I won't pretend to be modest and say that I'm just an ordinary person. For 90% of people, I'm a special existence, so it's normal for death to favor me."

Martin answered Morpheus' question seriously: "As for the blessing, do you really think it's something that requires a lot of price?"

"Of course not, these powers are like human hair and nails to us, they will grow again after being cut off."

"It's just that you are indeed the first person he loves so much in all these years, so I'm very curious about you."

Morpheus doesn't care about the so-called power, and his attitude towards Martin depends entirely on the relationship between death and him.

"It's normal to be curious. I don't mind you staring at me. If I can find the root of my identity changing constantly, I will thank you!"

Martin half-joking and half-truth.

Morpheus's reaction was very flat. He was not as curious about everything in the world as death.

It's okay. Although Martin has many mysteries, he has no desire to find an answer.

"According to Lucien, there are not many lives left in the dream, and there are only two people who can help us now."

No mistakes!

Mephisto deliberately put emphasis on the word "person", as if to emphasize something.

Martin didn't care at first, but then he thought, where can there be people in the real world in such a dreamy place?

"Will there be real people running into this place?"

Martin doesn't believe that living people can run into the dream.

The ghost Taoist priest he met some time ago almost spent his whole life, and in the end he could only attract the attention of death by being domineering in the underworld.

Merphys is more cruel than death when dealing with many things, and those who try to enter the dream naturally can't find a way.

"They are a pair of brothers who fled to the dream tens of thousands of years ago to avoid something."

Merphys pointed a road and it appeared under his feet, extending forward to a forest, like the suburbs outside the king's castle.

"They are very special and very pitiful. Out of pity, I allow them to live forever in the dream, and also give them a pet."

When Morpheus told the story, his voice was very light, but not a word flew out of Martin's ears.

"So you want to take back the pet created with your own power to replenish your own power?"

Martin instantly understood what he meant, although it was not difficult to guess.

"If there is a way, I will not do it. But..."

Before Morpheus finished speaking, they had already seen a house built with stones and thatch.

In front of the house was a large open space, which was divided into several different areas, some of which were used to store sundries, some to raise sheep and cattle, and some places to grow vegetables and simple crops.

And in front of the door of the house, two middle-aged men who were not tall were swinging axes to chop wood, as if to store it.

The height of these two men was only up to Martin's chest. They were wearing ordinary work clothes and looked very similar. They were unshaven and had no eye-catching features.

However, Martin did not ask the doubts in his heart directly. He followed Morpheus and walked straight towards the two human brothers. He stepped on many dry branches along the way, making a crackling sound.

"Morpheus!"

The two brothers who were chopping wood heard the sound and responded immediately.

The older one immediately raised his axe, as if he was going to chop the man in half.

The younger one reacted more gently, subconsciously took two steps back and took a defensive posture.

If they saw clearly that the person coming was Morpheus, they all jumped up from the ground in surprise and rushed towards Morpheus.

"Morpheus, you have been missing for almost a hundred years. We all thought you had abandoned the dream and would never come back again?"

The older brother was outspoken and said what he thought directly.

The younger brother kept bowing and apologizing, hoping that Morpheus would not be angry about this matter.

Morpheus looked at the two friends in front of him who had known each other for who knows how long, and for the first time found that there was such a deep gap between them. Just a joke could make the two react so much.

But he didn't think deeply about it. He simply talked about his experience in the past century, and then pushed Martin out:

"This is the human blessed by my sister. His name is Martin. This time I can get his help back."

"Martin, this pair of brothers are also real humans. The elder brother is Cain and the younger brother is Abel."

When Martin heard this introduction, his brows frowned: "Are you the brothers recorded in the Bible?"

The Bible records that after Adam and Eve left the Garden of Eden, only Cain, the first child, was left, and then the second son Abel was born.

Cain grew up and became a farmer, and Abel became a shepherd.

They believed in God devoutly and offered the fruits of their labor to God.

The younger brother Abel offered fresh blood and flesh because of the convenience of animal husbandry. The elder brother was a farmer, so he offered the crops he harvested after a year of hard work.

Cain was dissatisfied with this, so he was reprimanded by God and told to worship God with all his heart.

"Why are you angry? Why is your face changed? If you do good things, your offerings will be accepted by me, and I will love you; if you do bad things, sin will lie at your door and devour you, and you have to conquer it."

But these words did not calm your heart, but made him more angry and jealous, and he took his anger out on his brother.

Driven by these two emotions, Cain's heart could not calm down, so one day he tricked his brother into the field and killed him.

According to the Bible, Cain was cursed by God, and he had to bear the sin of killing his brother forever, becoming the world's first murderer.

But Cain's punishment was limited to this. Not only did God not punish him more, but he gave him the mark of "Whoever kills Cain will be avenged seven times."

"Yes, it's us! I am Cain!"

The older brother patted his chest and admitted his identity.

When he said his name, a blood-red mark appeared on his face, spreading from the right cheek to cover his entire body.

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