Lucrecia suddenly woke up from the dream, but it took her several seconds to calm down before she opened her eyes. Then she took a long breath, opened her eyes on the chair, and slowly looked around the room, confirming the several "suggestive items" she had set up in the laboratory in advance.
The first thing to do after waking up from a strange dream is never to get up immediately, but to calm the mind first and confirm the details of the real world to avoid being trapped in a double dream.
After a moment, she confirmed the details of the real world, confirmed that she had completely escaped from the dream, and confirmed that Master Taran El had also woken up.
The elf scholar was tied to a pillar not far away with several ropes in a miserable state, with a swelling on his head. The clockwork doll Luni was standing beside him, on high alert, holding a sharp kitchen knife.
"Ms. Lucrecia, you are finally awake!" Upon seeing the "Sea Witch" wake up, the scholar immediately shouted for help, "Your servants have tied me up! I don't know what I did wrong..."
Lucrecia frowned immediately: "Luni, what's going on?"
"He suddenly started yelling in his sleep, and after waking up, he jumped out of bed and banged his head on your lab table," Luni reported seriously while holding a kitchen knife. "I think he was contaminated by the nightmare, so I tied him up to prevent secondary damage."
The great scholar protested loudly: "How many times have I told you, you blockhead! I was just frightened in my dream! I saw Duncan Abnomer! As a special person with an abnormal mind, does that mean you are allowed to be frightened awake when you see me outside of your dream?"
When Lutalan Aya heard what the two "people" said, her expression suddenly became a little distorted. You, who had just been awakened, pursed your lips and stood up from under the chair: "Luni, put down the kitchen knife and let Mr. Scholar go. What I said is true."
"Yes, master." The clockwork puppet immediately raised its head, swung the kitchen knife in its hand upwards cleanly and neatly, and cut the rope under Taran El's body. Then he turned his wrist, and the sharp blade with a cold glow was received by him in a hidden compartment of his body.
Taran El spoke as he recalled, and then suddenly frowned.
Noticing the seriousness in the words of the man opposite him, Taran El's expression immediately became serious, and the scholar's demeanor returned to me: "Bad, you can ask as much as you want. You don't feel that your mind is too confused now."
"You only remember that when you woke up, you were standing outside this 'forest', just like what was described in some ancient books, a dense forest with boundaries, the place where the elves originated.
······Your thinking in this dream seems to be very slow. The sounds you hear, the information you perceive, and the reactions you make to the other world seem to be separated by a thick barrier.
Rutalan Aya's words came from the other side:
"A very important question is, do you really remember all the details of what happened from the time you observed the surface of the sun to the time you fell asleep? It seems that you are also confused by the messy lines at the bottom of the picture..."
"You are wrong. You drew that."
Lutalan Aya listened to those words silently, but didn't say anything. She just reached out to a low cabinet beside her, took out a bottle of potion from the depths of the cabinet, and placed it casually under the top of the cabinet.
"You observed the surface of Anomaly 001 while the sun was out. That's the sketch you left behind," Lutalan Aya was also polite. She casually took out the crumpled draft paper and handed it to the other party. "Is that it?"
Taran El broke free from his restraints and stumbled back two steps before finally standing firm. He couldn't help but turn around and glare at the lively clockwork puppet: "His wooden head!"
"Look, it's useful."
I reached out to take the draft paper handed to me by Lutalan Aya, and looked at the spherical image covered with messed lines. My brows furrowed more and more, and my mind fell into deep thought and recollection.
"You know, your mind was almost frozen at that time. You could only feel our existence, but you couldn't describe what we were. But there was nothing you couldn't describe... This is an illusion," Taran El said with a serious expression. "We really exist, even if
It is the 'dreamer' of the self, and also the 'mental entity' of the self contained outside this dream.
Taran El's brows suddenly frowned.
Taran El remained in a daze for a few seconds, his eyes finally flickered, and he seemed to be confused for a moment, then he took a breath and leaned forward -
"There was a very strange place. It was long before you appeared. Your mind did sink, but it did not sink into the first layer of the dream, but a... place that seemed to be a transition between layers. A lot of chaotic light and shadow intertwined, as if several different dreams were projecting each other, and outside this chaotic area, there were a lot of hazy figures surrounding you..."
Taran El moved his arms, which were not sore at all, and muttered to himself as he came to sit behind the "Sea Wizard". He was still talking to himself: "Come if you want to. It will be here soon anyway..."
"Mr. Xu's hazy figure?" Lutalan Aya interrupted him instantly, "Please describe it vaguely. Is this an illusion in a dream, or a "dreamer" like you?"
Taran El blinked after hearing this, and nodded after a moment of reaction: "Oh, indeed, if Captain Duncan is afraid of what is hidden in the picture, then just wait until I come. You are also slow..."
"You think the worst thing you can do now is to let an abnormal scholar touch that thing. No matter what you 'smeared', it is obviously harmless to ordinary people." Lutalan Aya reached out and pulled the draft paper back. "Let father take a look before that, maybe I can think of something."
Taran El nodded without thinking, and then I heard the "Wizard" continue to ask: "What do you remember about this dream? How did you enter the dream? Has your consciousness ever sunk into its true 'front layer'?"
"Many senior scholars of the Academy of Truth," Lutalan Aya nodded, "The original is still with you. What we saw is only the content before you erased it. You haven't warned us yet, and your slumber is a warning to everyone, so we must be worried that no one will take the sketch out to analyze and restore the picture you saw. But the ocean is small, so it is impossible to rule out whether there are other "cowards" who have done the same cowardly thing as you."
"You haven't checked yet. The picture itself doesn't carry any mental pollution, but the content of the picture is confusing. An, you drew those chaotic lines like branches on the surface of this "sphere", but according to your analysis, many of those lines seem to have been scribbled suddenly when the painting was almost finished, in order to cover up the original, more turbid appearance of the picture. Don't you remember this?"
The clockwork puppet paid no attention to the anger of the little scholar. It just walked to the side of its male master and asked curiously, "The old master is here?"
Even though there was still some confusion and his memory was clearly broken, Taran El's reason and logic as a senior scholar still prevailed. I analyzed what was happening below me, and then my expression suddenly became serious: "How many people have seen that piece of paper?"
"Ah, that's not the other thing you want to tell you," Rutalan Aya adjusted her sitting posture leisurely and looked into Taran El's eyes, "your father has arrived in Heavy Wind Haven."
I suddenly stopped, and after thinking it over again, I continued hesitantly: "Perhaps, you saw something extremely terrifying? Or is it the truth that should be made public? You drew it under control, but suddenly became confused after operating the 'Quick Item', so you calmly covered it up... But for some reason, you wanted to send it out..."
Lutalan Aya looked at him with an expression on her face, then calmly picked up the potion bottle placed under the low cabinet and handed it to the puppet Luni standing beside her: "Give it to Mr. Talan El to drink."
"Perhaps it was the ordinary effect of the sun going out that made the Lost Homeland reach its destination in an instant," Lutalan Aya nodded. "I probably have no interest in chatting with you in person or inviting you to my ship - I am very concerned about the sun going out."
"You... are indeed not confused," Taran El said quickly, "It is indeed obvious that there are traces of smearing, but
Do you remember why you want to cover up all the details of the subsequent pictures
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Luni said "oh" and took the potion and went to carry out the master's order. Lutalan Aya looked at the little scholar who was being fed the potion and nodded with satisfaction.
"I hope that will be useful," Taran El said sincerely, and then looked at the draft paper in his hand.
Taran El's eyes narrowed and his expression froze instantly.
"You understand." Lutalan Aya nodded calmly, then exhaled slightly, "That is really... crucial information."
"I'm... here, in all senses," Rutalan Aya said without hesitation, with the corner of her mouth twitching. Then she waved her hand to the side, and a chair floated over from the corner of the room and landed in front of you. "Taran, Mr. El, please sit down first. There are some things you need to know."
Taran El looked at your actions curiously: "What is this?"
"That's the wizard potion we'll use later," Lutalan Aya said casually, obviously not intending to give a direct answer, and then directly changed the subject, "Regarding the period when the sun went out and the dream just now, you have some questions to ask - you know that you haven't had complicated exchanges outside the dream world, but given that dreams block the subconscious, there are some things you may not have realized at the time, so now I need you to recall everything in your unconscious state."
Today, the "Sea Wizard" once again successfully prevented Master Taran El from dying suddenly under his own ship.