Chapter 697

Lu Mian came back to his senses, glanced at Ludwig, who had already stabilized his emotions, and said to Lugano, who was shrinking into the corner of the bed:

"Return to Trier tomorrow, and I'll find you a psychologist, a real psychologist."

This wasn't a decision made to help Lugano, but something that had long been scheduled—"007" should have already provided feedback in the early morning, and next, Lu Mian, Franca, and the others would discuss how to deal with the "Mirror Person" Moran Avigny.

Moreover, Lu Mian also intended to take this opportunity to find a safe place to extract Termiboros's power and obtain the "Hunter of Fate" gift.

His biggest gain from this "Dream Festival" was the significant digestion of the "Reaper" potion.

He had originally known that the Southern Continent had many disputes and that fighting opportunities were everywhere, which would help him digest the "Reaper" potion, but he hadn't expected that less than two weeks after his promotion, the progress of the "potion's" digestion would shoot up like the mercury column in a thermometer after touching a living person's armpit.

"Reaping" Father Cali, "reaping" the "Ciso" dream projection, and reaping nearly twenty Gifted ones with strength equivalent to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 made Lu Mian deeply realize the fragility of life; it was like straw under a sickle, constantly falling as it was reaped, passing away with the wind.

In addition, having experienced the acting of the previous four sequences, Lu Mian felt that the "Hunter" pathway had a significant characteristic of bringing disaster, and the "Reaper" was no exception.

And having gone through this acting, he believed that the "Reaper's" characteristic of bringing disaster was more reflected in bestowing destruction.

At the same time, the destruction of enemies also brought Lu Mian a huge harvest.

As his thoughts raced, he summarized his first "Reaper" acting rule:

"Reaping is letting the target be destroyed and letting oneself have a bumper harvest."

"If there are three or four more similar reapings, I won't even need to comprehend other acting rules and put them into practice to finish digesting the 'Reaper' potion, but such good things can't always be encountered..." Lu Mian sighed silently.

This required gathering more than ten Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Beyonders who had obvious flaws and were restrained by himself, and without other interference.

Each of these conditions was very difficult to satisfy, let alone all at once:

First, whether it was humans who drank potions or obtained supernatural power through gifts, due to the differences in their pathways and sequences, their flaws were different. They couldn't be like the gravekeepers in the "Dream Festival," dragged down by dream projections, all being emotion and desire bombs that would explode at a touch—even if the Gifted ones were deeply influenced by evil gods and had more or less mental problems, it didn't mean they would inevitably have excessive emotions and desires; some of them might just have personality alienation;

Second, the number of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 Beyonders wasn't overflowing, especially the latter, which belonged to the core strength of major forces. Even without forces, they could form their own teams, like pirate generals, to dominate a region. How could it be so easy to gather ten or twenty of them;

Third, even if a major event occurred and the first two conditions were met, the common flaws of those Beyonders might not be restrained by Lu Mian and his magical artifacts;

Finally, during the battle, Sequence 5 Beyonders, as the core strength of major forces, were very likely to attract the attention of corresponding demigods.

For an occult event like the "Dream Festival," which had various restrictions and natural problems, and was exceptionally suitable for Lu Mian, perhaps there had only been one such event in the Southern and Northern Continents in the last thousand years.

Sigh... Lu Mian couldn't help but sigh again.

At this time, Lugano was overjoyed at the news that he could return to Trier at dawn, and replied busily:

"Good, good!"

Back in Trier, the boss had more trusted companions, so he probably wouldn't need to be responsible for taking care of Ludwig anymore!

Lu Mian thought for a moment, looked at the curtains through which the crimson moonlight was seeping, and asked Lugano as if chatting:

"Have you saved enough money to buy the 'Priest of Harvest' potion formula and corresponding materials?"

Lugano was stunned for a moment and said:

"No, I'm still a bit short even for the potion formula money."

The vast majority of his current "savings" were earned from Lu Mian, currently around 15,000 Ferkins, and as far as he knew, a Sequence 7 potion formula normally cost anywhere from 16,000 to 17,000 Ferkins to over 20,000.

Lu Mian nodded thoughtfully:

"I will help you keep an eye out for the 'Priest of Harvest' potion formula and corresponding materials, and I will make up the money you're short; consider it a share of the spoils from this adventure."

Lugano was stunned at first, then felt his eye sockets heat up, and his vision blurred slightly:

I didn't choose wrong!

My future is indeed by the boss's side!

He asked with a bit of unease:

"But this was a dream adventure; can the harvest be brought to the real world?"

Lu Mian didn't answer him with words, but directly took out "Ciso's" golden mask from the "Traveler's Bag."

It really is possible... Some special items can? Lugano immediately set his heart at ease.

Lu Mian turned to look at Ludwig, who seemed to have received a beloved toy, and nodded slightly:

"You can continue to sleep."

Ludwig, wearing a blue nightcap, blinked and reached out to touch his stomach.

Rumble, rumble—his stomach was churning violently.

Lu Mian laughed at himself and took out the portion of food that Ludwig had eaten in the dream, including but not limited to almond pistachio cream mille-feuille, liqueur chocolates, and eclairs.

Waiting for Ludwig to start eating "quietly," Lu Mian returned to the room, pinched out a ball of searing white fire, spread out letter paper, took a fountain pen, and began writing a letter to Lady "Magician."

This had a higher priority than handling other matters.

While writing, Lu Mian thought of one thing:

The elders of the gravekeeper group had all been killed by him; did that primitive tribe still have the ability to launch attacks and clear out the dead?

Or were they still alive in the real world for the time being, waiting to drag other dead people to die together when attacking Tizamo Town?

Or would the dead exit in other ways, such as the fire encountered by the Tewanaco family?

…………

Tizamo Town, third floor of the Police Headquarters.

Camus woke up suddenly, instinctively looking at the temporary bed opposite, only to find the quilt thrown aside and Colobo nowhere to be seen.

Am I still dreaming, still in the "Dream Festival"? Camus carefully flipped over and sat up, hearing a "tap-tap-tap" sound coming from the corner near the door.

In the dark environment, he used the crimson moonlight penetrating the curtains to see Colobo squatting there, shrinking his body and shaking non-stop.

"What's wrong?" Camus lowered his voice and asked gently.

Colobo answered tremblingly:

"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"

The sky is falling? Camus found it funny and looked at Colobo:

"Did you misinterpret your premonition?"

How could the sky fall?

…………

Outside Tizamo Town, at the edge of the primitive jungle.

Maslow, with white oil paint on his face, walked slowly into the jungle.

The feeling of knowing he was about to die but being unable to avoid it was terrible.

He regretted betraying the "Spirit Sect," but it was something he couldn't help. Not long after he arrived in Tizamo Town, he was secretly controlled by Tewanaco, who had returned here for a "vacation," and became a Fallen one monitoring Father Cali and the situation in Tizamo Town.

Afterward, although he knew Tewanaco had been killed, the other party's dream projection appeared in his dream, telling him that things were not over.

Maslow walked forward step by step, wanting to return to the jungle and become nutrients for some big tree, just like his ancestors.

As he walked, he saw nearly twenty people coming out of the nearby barracks.

Those people seemed to have discovered something unusual and were preparing to patrol the surroundings.

Just then, Maslow felt the night suddenly brighten.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky, seeing a violently burning giant rock dragging a crimson flame tail falling down.

In the blink of an eye, the burning giant rock filled Maslow's vision.

It smashed into the area between the edge of the jungle and the barracks.

Rumble!

The wind and dust raised by the meteorite quickly filled this area, rising into mid-air and dispersing, obscuring the red moon and the starlight.

Rumble!

The entire Tizamo Town seemed to have encountered a violent earthquake; various buildings shook violently, and glass shattered one after another.

Several buildings that were not sturdy enough collapsed quickly, burying the residents.

Camus managed to stabilize his body with great difficulty, and after the building settled down, he rushed to the shattered window and looked outside.

He saw that the "sky" was gray and heavy, so close that one could touch it by jumping.

The "sky" really fell... Such a thought flashed through Camus's mind inexplicably.

…………

Buriu Hotel, in the second-floor suite.

Lu Mian clutched the letter paper and fountain pen, looking amusedly at the smoke and dust rising outside, feeling the "heavy blow" from not far away.

"That's really direct..." he sighed sincerely.

A meteorite actually fell from the sky!

And from the current situation, most of the dead should have been cleared out in this "disaster."

Lu Mian turned his body and looked at the door that had opened due to the building shaking, seeing Ludwig still focused on eating.

Not a single piece of that pile of food had fallen to the ground.

After letting Lugano go out to help the injured, Lu Mian returned to the room and continued writing the letter.

When finished, he immediately set up a ritual and summoned the "Doll" messenger.

The "Doll" messenger had just walked out of the expanding candlelight when she suddenly shrank.

She slowly looked to the left, then nimbly looked to the right, and after confirming there was no problem, she stood on tiptoe and carefully walked to the front of Lu Mian's letter.

Lu Mian had never seen the "Doll" messenger behave like this. He watched, both puzzled and amused, as she picked up the letter paper folded into a square like a thief, waved at him, and quickly shrank back into the candlelight.

Lu Mian laughed, shook his head, and didn't think about the "Doll" messenger's behavior anymore.

At least this seemed harmless, and he still had several things to do.

Lu Mian walked out of the bedroom, entered the corridor, arrived at the first floor, grabbed the hotel owner who had woken up to check the situation, and asked directly:

"Which room are the lady and her companion who arrived tonight staying in?"

(End of chapter)