Chapter 380

àquatremains, French, meaning 'four hands'.

The full title of the piece is "QuatreMains(àquatremains)=3EM16=", with consistent meaning inside and outside the parentheses; such a straightforward naming style is common in background music of film and television works.

For the convenience of the Staff member responsible for inserting the music.

The extreme specialization of this naming style is precisely the music list of a work similarly brought by time travelers, "The Wandering Earth".

It is really very extreme, very mysterious. jpg

Aomo did not know whether that apostle had demanded royalties from a Staff member handling plagiarized content who violated portrait rights and privacy, but he indeed came into contact with this piano piece through that channel.

Because he wasn't much into shipping couples, and the XP system was also 'a stiff earthling', he didn't have a deep impression of the pieces some people call 'wedding march'.

But having a mind aided by crystal elements, he also didn't care whether the impression was deep or not.

Having seen it means remembering it; remembering it allows it to be called up—provided that this 'memory file' is indeed within the range he can recall right now.

It indeed exists.

Before entering the dream, Aomo had already asked Mos Tim Ma for the current list of apostles; after learning of the existence of sky angels and free angels, he had already extracted the relevant memories in his mind.

This is equivalent to thinking about it before sleep.

This is the most accessible memory in the dream, but at first he was still struggling to recover his name.

That piece also remained mixed in the noisy background sound, never breaking off in Aomo and Ling's brief exchange.

Moreover, after listening to the four-hand version, then listening to the single-track piano sound, one would subconsciously feel……

——feeling lacking.

And this so‑called lack actually lets it stand out from other brighter, more complete Yiluo‑style music.

Not only could Aomo notice it early, but it also made Ling understand instantly.

"But do you have a way to find him?"

Identifying position by sound, even without monster cards should not stump Aomo, let alone Ling Miss from the pure East Yan Culture circle—she could use a few martial arts moves, even xianxia kung fu, and Aomo would be no exception.

Rather, entering the dream now is already quite xianxia.

But it is precisely in this dream that the two of them encountered difficulties that ought to belong to the martial arts level.

Clearly the piano sound did not stop, yet Aomo also found it hard to pinpoint the direction; careful perception only felt it wavering and unfixed, and it even added to his drowsiness.

And while one hand that brought about this dream ought to have some authority, Ling Miss also asked him this question right now, causing his train of thought to stall.

"How about killing them all?"

The words that suddenly came made him fall silent even deeper.

He turned his head to look at the speaker, but unexpectedly widened his eyes.

"Uncle Vlad?"

"It's Yu." The person had platinum‑blond hair, green eyes, and was clearly his neighbor from memory.

Frand the Third, who always appeared as a lonely old man and had once given him a sweater, was a kind elder.

Morrison would occasionally mention him on the screen, suggesting they kept in touch.

After becoming an electronic vampire, he could indeed live intensely in online social circles, but the cram school he signed up for did not give him lasting leeway.

"Yu just heard you talking about that piano piece," he said, nodding slightly at Ling Miss, as if sensing her specialness, "Since we're in the dream, Yu tried to turn this place into territory, unleashing KazikliBey's blanket piercing execution—it could both wake people from the dream and probe that danger——""Wait a moment, if we strike unexpectedly and end up killing them instantly like ordinary people, that would be scaring the snake by beating the grass!"

Aomo hurriedly interrupted that dangerous statement of "Kill them all, and the only ones left alive would be ghosts!", and meanwhile glanced at Ling Miss with the corner of his eye.

As expected, Ling Miss's gaze already showed a hint of displeasure.

But she also didn't say anything.

This steadiness largely came from her military career.

"Indeed there is such a risk, but Yu heard the mage's words were quite urgent, a matter of racing against time," he likewise glanced at Ling's Vlad the Third, noticeably aware that his proposal was not accepted, but he also had no intention to apologize, "Do you have any other way? Or are you waiting for other helpers?"

"Did Miss Toosaka call anyone else?"

"More than just I responded to the application; they're just still on the way." Speaking of this, the man's expression was somewhat strange.

He himself set off immediately after seeing the assistance application mention the name Aomo Lindun.

Handling such dream‑related matters would normally be a Caster, but the two other responders he saw when setting out were both Berserkers, i. e., berserkers.

They surely shouldn't also know Aomo, but then…… would there be berserkers confident in handling this kind of problem for themselves?

On the contrary, he felt that a certain Avenger should have been the one to come, but at that time there was no sign of them.

He himself couldn't figure this out right away, and given the race against time, he figured it shouldn't be spoken lest it delay the operation, so he didn't mention it.

"I can't wait, let me think…" Aomo fell silent, turned his head, raised his hand again to push his foggy thoughts, and his gaze immediately swept the surroundings.

Still in groups of three or five, pedestrians chatting and laughing, plus workers pulling banners and directing the placement of decorations—all this indicated the initial impression—that it was a celebration.

Compared with the cityscape of Canaan District seen when awake, there is an obvious difference.

Although a cluster of dreams ought to trend toward disorder, in fact it is not so; thus this is the festival everyone agrees on, a festival around July.

He then thought of what he would subconsciously want to do when he first hadn't awakened.

——find his own horse girl.

Is the Canaan City festival in July related to horse girls?

Aomo suddenly raised his head, snapped his fingers: "Got it, everyone follow!"

"What method? I think luring the snake out of its hole would work too, although I don't know who the other party is, but you seem to understand." Ling asked.

"The Siena Horse Racing Festival, a special festival that runs simultaneously from the ancient city of Siena in the northern part of the Ili region to the Canaan region, can draw tens of thousands of participants in revelry—this is the festival celebration of this dream, so we should find someone with genuine influence..."

In the midst of the conversation, the demon that had already unfurled its wings and taken flight amidst the dissipating magical particles was now emitting sharp glances in all directions.

Meanwhile, the dragon maiden, her robes fluttering as she rose into the air, lifted her lantern staff, watching for any floating vehicles that might fly in from all sides and cause a collision.

As for a certain duke...

He seems unable to take off under normal circumstances.

At this moment he was being lifted up by a blue dragon; though he was clearly unaccustomed to this mount, he likewise remained silent so as not to disturb Aomo, gripping his spear tightly.

Got it!

The demon sped and dove in an instant, covering the kilometer distance in seconds, and precisely halted before a large display float, grabbing with one hand the horse girl who was about to step onto it.

Do you know me? Tuoni Bianka.

Wearing a tricorn hat, with several spiral-shaped locks of hair extending from under the hat, a hairstyle enough to make Miss Yuan Ban's face show difficulty, this university department horse girl who returned to her district for summer break stared in astonishment at the demon before her.

Of course, when the demon asked that, it also quite consciously canceled its demonization.

You are......

Indeed, somewhat familiar, unlike Aomo who plays different identities in dreams, Tuoni Bianka (TonyBin) is truly typecast, having dreamed of the pre-race grand parade she will participate in two weeks later.

Thus, in the dream she possesses the appropriate reaction of Tuoni Bianka.

With wide-eyed astonishment, she stared at the young man before her who had a Berd person's standard looks, sharp-angled face, pallid complexion yet a captivating gaze, and indeed recalled something: in the teaching building a few days before the break, everyone in the classroom had been discussing a certain trainer.

A certain individual, together with two Triple Crown horse girls, was mistaken by everyone as a horse girl trainer.

Having remembered this, she ought to have recalled it.

In the dream, the horse girl would not suddenly wonder why she could encounter a resident trainer from the Border Gate District in the Canaan District where there is no race.

She was just about to answer when she saw a dragon girl whose art style clashed with the surroundings descending from the sky——

Stay alert! Lin Dun, Dekesas, and Lapulande have already located the target and are about to move——

Before she could finish speaking, she already brought down her lantern staff due to a sudden omen.

The sudden burst of radiant light, together with the shout of Fuladesan Shi: 'KazikliBey!' / Extreme Punishment King, unfolded together.

Facing the suddenly erupting apostle cross!

But before that, there was also an even more dazzling radiance smeared over everyone's surroundings, accompanied by a lofty oath!

Iwillabstainfromwhateverisdeleteriousandmischievous!

I will eradicate any harmful and mischievous behavior, or rather, any detrimental act.

Nightingale Oath, third clause.

A Berserker who, without knowing the helper, will act at the first opportunity, with a speed second only to that of the helper's relatives, to provide assistance.

Only she.

Moreover, Yuan Ban Lin mentioned in the application documents the on-site disaster, and......

Casualties.

The Count Cai's is fine, but why is there also Cai Xiangyu's grass!

Although Xiang Yu isn't particularly approachable in appearance, it hasn't yet reached the point of being regarded as a monster!

Thunder Emperor is about the same (x).

Like Sali li, whether they can or not play a villain knight, the righteous side is the Big Wooden Horse Hero (not really).