Chapter 385: with translation of chapter title

The so-called boundary is exactly the boundary between dream and dream.

Being able to see countless different dream zones will also make one increasingly realize that they are inside a dream.

Of course, Aomo's reason for suggesting the balcony was not to make the other party clearly understand this.

After all, the other's melody could initially pass through others' beautiful dream barriers.

This is proof of not being immersed in illusion, and can even be seen as a silent invitation.

So when Zhu Xun was comforting the boy beside her, Aomo also said in return: "Maybe it's also that you want to talk with us."

Wanting to talk, or rather communicate—the other party indeed expressed this attitude.

And he chose to repay that attitude.

Compared to the premise that only he was kept in the dark—'in this dream, its extinction means nothing to anyone'—his motivation for choosing still came from his own judgment.

Zhu Xun is not complicated; as an existence bearing titles such as 'Apostle, Adam's soul vessel, Free Angel', his mental journey is less tangled than Ding Zhensi's; at least when observing that Ding Zhensi, Aomo though sighing at the other's 'thinness' could also see traces of 'spiritual struggle'.

From subconscious reactions, from unconscious habits, and also from those eyes that avoid others' gazes.

From the moment he stepped into this territory, the demon did not conceal the sharpness of his gaze, examining his surroundings with near-scanning meticulousness.

The clean hall, the pale furnishings, even the shoes taken off—this custom of changing shoes at home has the style of the Jidong area, yet this Bade person did not truly observe such a rule.

The Grand Duke of Luomaniya and the poet of Great Yan are no exception.

Everyone wears shoes upstairs, causing a certain Ding Zhensi to look wanting to speak but holding back, yet as the host Zhu Xun does not mind.

He always wears a smile; if we speak of the Jidong area's 'air culture', he is the sort who emits a gentle aura.

That is, the so-called healing type—a term used to describe males that is indeed rare, but also hard to deny.

Adding that nearly written-into-setting excellent appearance (in the TV version script called 'having astonishing beauty', in the character introduction described as 'a beautiful youth full of mystery'), Aomo believed his popularity in the Blessed Gospel Class would not be poor.

To make such a person take action, a sufficiently strong motive is needed.

Standing on the balcony, this youth's complexion paler than Aomo's, with dark-red eyes making him closer to the foster-father type of youth, he together with Aomo gazed at the rare scenery of stitched-together dreams, fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said:

"When I first came to this world, I really thought there was such a thing as heaven."

"Should we start talking from here?!"

Although Aomo knows he has some desire to confide, starting to talk from 'crossing over' is a bit too early.

Don't look at how peaceful and calm the dream's atmosphere is now; in reality, it should be a life-or-death stage.

Little time remains for Lapulande.

Moreover, that Free Angel had not had his desire to communicate dampened by Aomo's complaining:

"Yeah, I was eliminated by an explosive collar, then fell onto this land called Canaan."

"You're really impervious to persuasion, so what kind of character is that Ding Zhensi?"

"By then he had already come out."

"But what you miss most deep down is still this period of time, and him within it."

"Just as you said," the Thirteenth Apostle turned his head, tilted his head to look at him, "I thought I was launching a sudden attack, but now it seems I am somewhat caught off guard."

"After all, you haven't hindered the screening of EVA," Aomo shrugged, "but rather than that, why not talk about the reason for the sudden attack?"

"Your life in Canaan City isn't exactly unpleasant, is it?"

Zhu Xun nodded: "The priests and nuns are fine, and the true angels have also looked after me."

"So even if you were jailed, they could still get you out?"

"No such precondition." He shook his head.

This also left Aomo stunned; he turned back and shouted toward the house:

"Miss Ling! Ask Miss Yuanban whether the Clock Tower's Canaan branch has any hidden contraband!"

While inviting Ding Zhensi for an introduction and a tour of the instruments on the wall together with the Grand Duke of Luomaniya, the adolescent torturer who had made him embarrassed and restrained, upon hearing this, turned his head back.

"I think this line of questioning won't yield anything; that Jidong young lady might also have no idea."

"Indeed so, but please trouble yourself to confirm."

"By the way, inform the captain to have Lapulande and Dekesas cease fire; the Apostle's attack has hidden circumstances, and if I'm not mistaken, the mediator of the Blessed Gospel Class will also arrive shortly!"

"Note it down." Though it was a reply, the dragon girl showed no action at all, likely having means of communication without speaking directly.

Even after finishing speaking, she could laugh and say: "You already figured it out?"

"Not yet time for a conclusion," Aomo said, waving his hand at her, glancing at the East Yan-style instrument area they were in, and at Ding Zhensi awkwardly waving his hand to indicate he couldn't, "Don't make things too difficult for Mr. Ding."

"Just joking, how could it be difficult? You're right, aren't you? Young Ding."

"Um..."

Leaving aside the language differences explicable by the dream's omnipotence, but seeing Ding Zhensi's hesitant expression, one can only say that fortunately, the him in Zhu Xun's dream is not the manga version.

Teacher Ding's remarks in the manga world line could be said to be a collection fit for use as emoticons, a yin-yang person's medley.

Its aggressiveness is quite passable.

This one's fine too, at least the older sister and old uncle are looking out for you; don't put on an unusable wary look.

Not having much more to say, Aomo turned his head back again.

"Thanks for waiting."

Zhu Xun pursed her lips, smiled, and shook her head to indicate no: "You are a very shrewd person."

The habitual use of honorifics is also a subtle point; although being an Apostle, it has been tinged with too much Jidong color.

Having noticed this, Aomo merely added a belated self-introduction:

"I am Aomo Lindun, an agency mercenary, also a temporary worker at Penguin Logistics, and moreover a trainer."

"I am Zhu Xun, a trainee priest of the Blessed Gospel Class."

An Apostle as a trainee priest?

Aomo's eyes hid a hint of surprise, but the other's eyes showed no little astonishment either.

After all, mercenary, courier, and trainer—these professions don't sound like they could be combined.

But both sides tacitly moved past this topic, even turning their gaze again to the distant scenery.

And Aomo continued asking: "Do you know that the Clock Tower's branch in Canaan City houses containment frames for several monsters, and even a D-level threat biological organization?"

"... I see, that's your cargo?"

"Exactly, it seems you're somewhat surprised."

"Someone told me that doing this now would be dangerous, mentioning the cargo you spoke of, but the members of the Blessed Gospel Class don't care about that danger."

"That matches my impression of them," Aomo, with fingers crossed on the balcony railing, suddenly turned his head and asked him, "So who told you that acting now would be dangerous?"

"A senior official from Yuechi Logistics wants to recover his cargo—what's the problem with that?"

"No, it's reasonable."

The only unreasonable thing is that the information isn't shared……

Turning back, Aomo lowered his gaze to Morgan, who stood at countless border junctions and seemed somewhat out of place even in countless beautiful dreams.

The other party really just kept standing there, as if infected with Merlin's quirk.

Miss Grace, what exactly did you say at the Clock Tower headquarters?

This dream's team structure can also be called the Senior Group (x