Chapter 201: Transaction

"My friend, I am Roselle Gustav. How should I address you?" Roselle asked Chumen in a low voice.

Yet, the moment Roselle looked at Chumen, all gazes would slide past this spot, receiving no attention from anyone.

"You may call me Mr. Dream. I come from the Dream Castle," Chumen replied.

Roselle's heart skipped a beat; he blinked, his face devoid of any expression, and simply nodded lightly.

"Good heavens, this organization is truly impressive; they can even develop people from that place into members."

However, looking at that Imperial military general, he felt it was not entirely incomprehensible.

The status of the Dream Duke was unfathomably high, but there were others in that castle as well.

"I know of you too, the most sought-after new noble in the Didu right now," Chumen said with a smile.

The Divine Favored status of the "God of Craftsman" had essentially placed Roselle on a fire to be roasted, but Roselle was capable enough; he had not yet tarnished the reputation of a Divine Favored.

"Not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!" Roselle grinned.

The two of them were chatting privately on the side, while the exchange of interests under the card table over there had reached its end.

"Alright, we can begin the open discussion."

For a gathering of several dozen people, the open discussion also had an order.

"I heard the 'God of Craftsman Church' has gained a new Divine Favored recently? That is a rare occurrence."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people looked toward Roselle.

Roselle naturally would not suffer from stage fright; he straightened his chest and admitted it flatly, "That's right, it's me!"

"A Divine Favored?" Someone chuckled, carrying a tone of skepticism.

"Of course, I haven't done anything earth-shattering."

"Just improved a steam engine and a new type of sailing ship; anyone with hands could do it." Roselle raised an eyebrow and, with a flamboyant gesture, extended his palm, flipping and pressing it lightly, as if the power to turn clouds and rain lay within his grasp.

Someone at the scene actually looked at their own hands.

"In the future, there will likely be steam locomotives, steam ships, and the like, so don't be surprised."

Roselle's arrogant and flippant expression was truly... very punchable; his mockery was dialed to the max, completely disregarding the status of the group of big shots present.

"What is a steam locomotive?" Chumen provided an assist at the right moment.

"A train powered by a steam engine that pulls hundreds or thousands of tons of cargo; it should be able to greatly accelerate the transport of supplies."

"Its speed is not slow either, much more powerful than most low-Sequence Beyonders. It seems it could also be used to transport people, pulling hundreds or thousands at once."

The first to change color were the military and political personnel of the Empire and several other major kingdoms; they keenly realized the applications of such locomotives in certain aspects.

The majority of the world was still composed of ordinary people.

"If that happens, the entire world will be turned upside down."

The others were not fools, and they naturally thought of this.

"Worthy of being the 'Son of Steam'," someone sighed softly, effectively acknowledging Roselle's right to sit with them.

And "Son of Steam" was what many ordinary people in the Didu called him after Roselle improved the steam engine.

Subsequently, many people cast their gazes toward Chumen, who was sitting nearby.

"The latest version of the Dream Gold Coin will be released this week. It has great commemorative value. Is anyone interested? Give me an address, and I will have them sent to you."

Chumen looked at everyone with a light smile.

The Dream Gold Coins came from the Dream Castle.

These people's pupils constricted, and they shifted their gazes away. Roselle relied on his own "talent," while this person had a solid backing.

"Ahem, could I have a set?" Roselle coughed twice and asked Chumen for one.

"Naturally," Chumen nodded lightly.

"It hasn't been very peaceful at sea recently; the pirates seem a bit too rampant. One can imagine that if the improved sailing ships become widespread, pirates will surely become a major scourge."

Someone else brought up a new topic.

Roselle performed excellently in this meeting, relying on his "talent" and astonishing Insight into certain things, which was somewhat eye-catching, whereas Chumen had been observing from the sidelines.

"The meeting ends here!"

The old man who had initially presided over the meeting announced the end of the gathering, and many participants left this dreamscape at the first opportunity.

"I'm off, see you offline!" Roselle waved goodbye to Chumen. The space separating them in the Real World was not too far, so theoretically, meeting offline should be easy.

"By the way, I have a banquet coming up, the main purpose of which is to test some cannons I designed and supervised the construction of. Are you interested?"

Roselle asked; he cared a lot about Chumen and wanted to take the initiative to cultivate the relationship between them.

"Sure," Chumen suddenly thought of something and agreed with a nod.

The impact of things like New Era cannons was simply too great; even low-Sequence and some mid-Sequence Beyonders could not withstand them head-on. Once they were scaled up, it would be even more terrifying.

For the past thousand years, the Dream Sect had never touched these tools of war, but now they had been brought about by Roselle.

This would greatly change Roselle's situation, and some matters would even have to be brought out into the open.

Roselle also departed, exiting this dreamscape, but Chumen remained seated in his place, waiting for someone's arrival.

At some unknown moment, a priest wearing simple divine robes suddenly appeared in the main seat.

The priest's pale golden eyes looked at Chumen, and Chumen took the initiative to speak, "Long time no see."

"Hmm." Adam had no emotional fluctuations, looking at Chumen indifferently.

"Do you want 0-08?" Chumen asked directly.

The Church's Sealed Artifact system had long been established, and the Alusuhode Pen that Chumen left at the Evernight Church had indeed received the designation "0-08."

"What do you want?" Adam was not surprised, simply looking at Chumen and asking.

0-08 was currently controlled by the Evernight Church, but to get it out of the Evernight Church, it required not only the consent of the Goddess but also Chumen's tacit approval.

"I want the entire Collective Subconscious Ocean," Chumen said, stating his condition directly without beating around the bush.

A flash of brilliance suddenly erupted in Adam's eyes, and he could no longer maintain his composure, "It is not mine."

The Collective Subconscious Ocean is composed of the subconscious of all life, a form of existence hidden beneath the world.

"But after you become a 'Visionary', you are also capable of controlling this ocean."

"What I need is for you to promise that you will never again be able to control the Collective Subconscious Ocean by any means."

This was equivalent to making Adam permanently relinquish a certain part of the Authority of Empty Imagination.

Chumen explained, then he added another sentence, "Of course, the 'Spectator' Pathway still has the right to enter and exit here, it is just that the ownership is in my hands."

"..." Adam looked at Chumen in silence, not speaking for a long time.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give way.

"Not enough." After a period of weighing pros and cons that no one could know, Adam finally compromised; He was inherently in a weaker position.

"Then what else do you want?" Chumen smiled; as long as there could be a discussion, there was hope.