Chapter 582

"Morpheus! I'm here to negotiate terms!"

"You actually dare..."

Morpheus turned his head, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a huge sailing ship. Morpheus hadn't seen such an ancient and huge ship in human dreams for a long time.

Immediately after, he floated up, wanting to talk to Schiller on the bow, and then he saw that the deck was densely packed with Schillers.

His second half of the sentence was directly stifled, and changed to: "... what do you want to negotiate?"

Morpheus wasn't cowardly, he just knew very well what the consequences would be if Schiller let this ship of Schillers down. Whenever he thought of that scene, Morpheus felt that his retirement was imminent.

The current Dream God Morpheus could be considered a relatively competent god. He was trying hard to maintain the dreams of all intelligent creatures, letting dreams become one of their few pure lands. As an abstract entity constructing the origin of the DC world, they were almost invincible in the world.

Neither Schiller nor the Joker had the ability to destroy the dream realm, let alone kill Morpheus, but they had ways to make Morpheus negotiate terms with them. Nothing else, just "splashing feces."

Morpheus looked at that ship of Schillers. He sighed deeply, then looked at his dream realm. The destruction caused by the Joker last time had just been repaired, and that was only the destruction caused by one Joker.

Now, on this ship of Schiller's, just what Morpheus saw, there was the Joker who came in last time, another green-haired Schiller who looked very much like him, and several strange objects that were hard to describe what they were.

So, Morpheus not only couldn't attack this ship, he also had to ensure that this ship must land steadily. If it shook a little and one or two spilled out, who could be responsible?

So, the brilliant light of the dream realm surrounded the huge underworld ship, letting it land slowly. Standing on the bow, Schiller, wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella, opened his umbrella over his head, and then said to Morpheus: "The situation is like this..."

"There is one... or maybe more than one person, whose professional level is not high but whose courage is not low, who came to the place where I work and killed several people."

"His audacity is not the reason I want to trouble him. The only problem is that his professional level is really terrible. I have to go explain this point to him and let him get out of my professional field. Don't even think about polluting the academic world with his meager knowledge level."

"Of course, if I go find him in the real world, it would seem I am very overbearing. I don't really like making enemies everywhere, so I plan to talk to him in his dreams."

"If he is willing to no longer involve himself in my professional field, then maybe we can still be friends. I like making friends very much, just like now, more friends mean more paths, isn't that right?"

Morpheus opened his mouth. Schiller had already said it to this point. He felt that if he didn't agree, Schiller might use practical actions to incorporate the dream realm into his professional field, and then let himself get out.

Actually, for Morpheus, finding someone really wasn't a big deal. He didn't even need to do it himself, just move his thoughts, and he would know where the entrance connecting the opponent's consciousness space to the dream realm was.

The only thing that made him feel dissatisfied was that Schiller actually drove a huge ship and crashed into the dream realm. This really wasn't an attitude of asking for help.

He just wanted to speak, and heard Schiller say again: "Of course, his actions made me very angry, to the point of driving a ship into here, and disturbing your sleep."

"As compensation, I can leave behind some manpower here to help you rebuild the dream realm, ensuring that the flowers and plants here are restored to their original state, absolutely will not..."