heavy fog

The low mud brick houses are uneven, the alleys are full of sewage, and the rough men with machetes are shouting loudly on the street. It was just dawn, and soon a caravan staggered and kneaded. With eyes closed, he mounted his horse and set off.

Standing in the thick fog at the end of the street was a child, dressed in rough clothes and barefoot, looking very ordinary.

The people in the caravan glanced lazily at the child, then laughed loudly and talked about last night's wine, and last night's tramps, roaring past together with the horses.

No one saw a shiny ball suddenly appear behind the child.

Wen Luan was also there, but it was a form of nothingness that no one could see.

"This succubus is really cunning." Wen Luan sighed.

He had already traced the traces of the other party's hunting and sneaking into the dreamland, but as soon as the breath came into contact, the succubus retreated like lightning without even being curious.

"It's definitely not Cyrus...I mean, it's definitely not the succubi I know, who is so timid!!"

Even Tapir agrees with Wen Luan's words: "You don't deserve to be my old enemy at all!"

As a knight, Shier finally couldn't understand the master's inversion of right and wrong, and complained to the side: "Master, what is your strength, and what is the strength of the succubi here? Even if I don't understand the classification of magical creatures like you, at least the historical age adds I will still subtract."

Tapir is 2000 years behind Cyrus in strength, but 2000 years ahead of the succubi in this world... I don't even need concepts!Sensing such a powerful aura, the Dream Demon was still curious, so of course he ran away immediately.

"You've got a point too—wait a minute, who's a magical creature?"

Annoyed, Wen Luan followed Seier and left the street.

The child followed slowly, took out a piece of rough bread from his arms, and chewed it carefully and slowly. There was also a muddy carrot in his pocket. At this time, there was a lot of sand in the black bread, and Wheat husks, which have to be strained and vomited while eating, are very unpalatable.

"Is there no better food?" Wen Luan looked back, feeling uncomfortable even if he didn't eat.

"What do you think, master?"

"..."

Through the efforts of the translator Simonli, the time coordinates have been accurately determined.

Now it is around the sixth century BC, and the error of 500 years before and after I told Wen Luan is surprisingly consistent.

"Where there is food, try not to consume those compressed water reserves. Master, you originally agreed."

"I didn't know the bread here was so terrible..." Wen Luan vowed never to complain about the bad oatmeal toast in the tavern in Meteorite Town.

The most frightening thing is that the child eats very seriously and patiently, without disgust.

"He hasn't even eaten such a nasty thing." Simonli sympathized.

"..."

The food rations on the mine star can be imagined, probably the kind with the roughest craftsmanship. Even if they were later picked up by the Holy Radiance Empire, the food of the Holy Radiance Empire would be even more sad. The compressed pills don’t even have a basic taste, and they are nutritious Just consume it, it is so unpalatable that you have to swallow it directly.

On the fourth day after they left the desert, the low fever turned into a severe high fever, and the child was unconscious and severely dehydrated. Fortunately, he stayed in the small airship of Xierbian. .

Just when Wen Luan felt regretfully that the child couldn't hold on, one night, the heat suddenly subsided.

Bite without seeing anyone, have no hair, and have not turned into a skeleton—the initial aftereffect is that the mental power increases again. Unfortunately, the degree of mental power dispersion has further expanded, and it may be able to be mixed into an ordinary battleship of the Holy Empire before. Manipulator, if you go up now, you will probably explode the instrument.

In an accident a few days later, the child was bitten by a poisonous snake in the desert.

Amidst Xier's fussy screams and Wen Luan's hasty questioning, the child pulled the snake off the back of his foot, revealing two bleeding holes in his teeth. The wound was white and the blood was bright red.

There must be no snake venom serum. One person and two mechas waited anxiously for a day, and the child fell asleep by the fire, but there was still no sign of poison.

"Is the result of successfully immunizing against viruses from other worlds invulnerable to all viruses?" Shier was at a loss at the time.

Illogical things make mecha think hard.

"I don't know, the first successful case needs to collect data for statistics, you know." Simengli said pretending to be profound.

Then the two mech spheres were blown away by Wen Luan one by one.

"Take this child!" Wen Luan decided helplessly.

If this kind of untimely bomb causes any problems in this world alone, the trouble will be even greater.

Anyway, it is not difficult for tapirs to follow the trail of the succubi.

Food, food... Which hungry person who smells the aroma and looks for something will go the wrong way?

However, only an approximate range can be locked.Because the succubi of this era didn't have the habit of creating real dreams, it was difficult to play raids. They had been following this caravan for three days, because they saw the greed and meanness of the caravan leader.

This method of squatting and waiting for the succubus to come is not bad, but he ran away when he didn't expect the succubus to show up.

"Still following this caravan?" Simonli asked while floating on the other side.

"No need..." Wen Luan thought distressedly, even if he continued to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit, the rabbit would be scared, how would he catch it?

"We need a bait." Ser said seriously.

Wen Luan said dejectedly: "I can only set up traps in the dreamland. It's very difficult not to expose the ambush in this kind of ambush. Moreover, once the succubus finds out, it will run away immediately. Where can I go after it?"

"What if the dreamer cooperates with you?" Simonli had a whim.

"That's all very well, but where can I find someone?"

As soon as Wen Luan finished speaking, he realized something, and the eyes of the two mechas all focused on the child who was silently eating bread.

"You're kidding!" Wen Luan blurted out, "This child's dream is pure darkness, without any light, and without the succubus' desire to eat, how could the succubus come?"

As a result, the child who had been gnawing on the bread raised his head and said seriously, "I can feel the person you want to catch."

"..."

It wasn't just Wen Luan and the mechs who were terrified, but also the succubus wandering beside the sandstone in the distance.

It couldn't understand the language that the child said, but it clearly felt a strange force swept over itself, then stopped, and returned to focus on itself.

The succubus has no form and cannot touch anything.

This spiritual force gave it a substantial sense of sight.

The Dream Demon didn't even think about it, and ran away.

It originally lurks here secretly, just to see who is causing trouble for itself - the succubus here has no natural enemies, nor is it of the same kind, but there are some things in the temple that can interfere with its power, so it cannot be there Prey on prey.

The succubus didn't know that this was due to the influence of some so-called miraculous objects enshrined in the temple, and it wasn't even sure whether there were gods in this world.Tapirs are tyrannical, but no matter which world the succubus is very careful.

"Now he's gone." The child said simply, blocking Wen Luan's ready to ask.

Syer brushed the data with his eyes and asked Simonli: Is it true?

Simonli: It's probably true... Ah, this kid has a wider range of mental power than me!

"How do you know that's who we want to catch?"

"I also felt last night that he is very special and easy to remember." The child said seriously.

Wen Luan almost wanted to pat him on the shoulder, exclaiming that he was such a good helper who fell from the sky, but he didn't expect that this kid could really help, it was really unexpected.

"Well, it's as special and easy to remember as you." The child added, "It seems very suitable. Are you relatives?"

Wen Luan: ...

That's right, the succubus and the tapir have something in common in essence, they are both dream creatures, and Wen Luan does hide the power of Cyrus, of course it is the same as the succubus here.

It's just that it doesn't sound right.

"Cough, can you lock its position?" Wen Luan tried his best to ignore the evaluation just now.

"No." The child tilted his head and continued to chew bread: "But... I can help with the kind from last night."

"Uh?"

"Tell that person not to wake up." The child's words were straightforward, and it took Xier and Wen Luan a long time to understand that it meant that the succubus escaped and the dream was broken, and the greedy caravan leader woke up.

"How do you do it?" It was Seir who expressed surprise this time.

The child can't tell, his vocabulary is limited, he hasn't received any education, and he can't clearly describe his abilities.

Simonli showed good communication skills in time: "Use mental power?"

"What is spiritual power? I've been listening to you... What does spiritual power look like?"

Xi Mengli drifted over staggeringly. Every time he came across an energy mine in the temple, Shier would eat most of it without hesitation, and Xi Mengli could only pick up the leftovers.

"Spiritual power... uh, it's something that ordinary people can't do. Ordinary people certainly can't feel invisible creatures 100 meters away!"

With this standard, the child immediately found a suitable description: "...can make that person fall asleep."

"Has its own hypnosis function?" Seier was amazed.

Even Raymond Gayton's mechs don't have this skill, and they can do it with the help of anesthesia gas.

Halfway through the conversation, the child who was eating bread suddenly choked on a big piece of bran, coughing desperately, his little face flushed red.

"Hey!" Wen Luan was startled.

The choking was so serious that the child threw away the bread he was holding, and rubbed his throat tremblingly, probably choking into the trachea.

"Hurry up!" Wen Luan was useless no matter how anxious he was, he had no hands.

Xi Mengli set the strength parameters, bumped his head against the child's back, spit out the choked thing, and the child's mental power lost control, the surrounding stones shattered like an explosion, and even the wall was corroded strangely. Mark of.

The noise alarmed the people who lived here.

Wen Luan didn't want to attract attention, and immediately urged: "Run!"

The child stumbled and ran for two steps, still lowered his head to pick up the soiled bread, and then ran quickly, Wen Luan, who would not be seen, stayed behind, but he clearly saw the footprints stepped on by the child, which appeared as clear black .

Of course it wasn't dirty feet, because a startled beetle fell into the footprints in the mud, kicked its legs and died without even a single struggle.

The black footprints became lighter and lighter, and after four or five, there was no abnormality, just ordinary footprints.

Wen Luan was in a daze on the spot.

He originally thought that the child would survive the high fever period and become an advanced dark creature. He was prepared to see a vampire, a werewolf or a powerful necromancer, but——

"What kind of classification is this dark creature? It is highly poisonous?"

-

Storm Star Domain.

"Cyrus, the people from the Dark Council are here." The three-dimensional projection of Purson appeared.

Cyrus slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't slept for ten days. Even though the succubus could not hide, the sense of crisis still lingered.

A robotic arm attached to medical instruments stretches out beside the seat.

Cyrus unbuttoned his collar and took off one of the sleeves, exposing the dark blue blood vessels on his arm.

A tube of precious medicine for relieving fatigue was slowly pushed in along the needle tube.

"Who came from the Dark Council?" Cyrus asked calmly. The optical brain screen in front of him was a mess of data, and all the folders were related to the theory of time.

"The elder who claims to be the second seat of the Dark Council." Pulsen thought for a while, and added another piece of information, "According to the information of the Dark Council, the elder of the second seat is a cursed wizard, and the only cursed wizard in the Dark Council .”

The King of Knowledge smiled and said, "This is very strange in itself. If the information is correct, then all cursed wizards are on the side of the Devil Party, except this one."

"In 10 minutes, arrange for him to meet."

"I don't recommend it." The King of True Knowledge said decisively, "Video projection is enough to talk, there are more than a dozen kinds of poisons that can be detected on this second elder, and he is not a real person, but a puppet manipulative by mental power! "

"According to your opinion."

Poulsen bowed slightly, and the projection disappeared.

When it appeared in front of the second elder in a gray robe, he suddenly found that the other party was holding a piece of hard bread with a carrot in it, and chewing on it, his wrinkled face squeezed out a weird smile: "I have something about the magic key." Important news, I believe Prime Minister Cyrus will be interested."