At the dining table in the early morning, Paul Aqiman rubbed his brows and listened to the words of the maid beside him. He only felt a mess in his brain, but when he saw such a black-haired boy, the maid Liz showed a speechless expression.
"His Royal Highness... You really bumped your head before, right?"
"So no."
"But I can't distinguish between dreams and reality, and I still worry about it seriously. I think it's light to hit my head."
"So I can't tell the reality, and most importantly, this is not the first time, right?"
The young man rubbing his brows said this with helplessness, but the maid Liz who heard the words blinked and then suddenly realized.
"Ah, come to think of it, you seemed to have a similar situation last week, and for this reason you sat in bed for a long time."
"Yes, it was that time."
"That's it, so it's a relapse of the old disease?"
"???"
Hearing Liz's words, Paul couldn't help but feel helpless with a question mark on his face, but he didn't care about the maid's words.
As a commoner, Paul Aqiman is a prince, but he has no pretensions. Paul has always adopted a playful attitude towards the jokes of the maid, and he will not pursue anything seriously.
This part of the reason is naturally that he is an illegitimate child, a heresy squeezed out by the nobles, and another reason is that Liz's identity is different.
Although Paul’s life is a little okay now, in fact, two years before the start of the Challenger Cup, the life of the black-haired boy was very miserable. Although the cost of food and clothing barely maintained the lowest level of the royal family, the waiter around him The reaction is very real.
No one wants to be Paul's waiter, or even regard him as an ominous person. After all, the errand of following an illegitimate child is almost equivalent to exile for these servants whose status depends entirely on their master.
At that time, the only one who followed Paul was the young Liz. To some extent, the two were friends in need, and because of this, Paul did not use Liz as a servant. Looking at them, the two are not so much masters and servants, but more like brothers and sisters with good feelings.
And because of this, Paul doesn't care about the sarcasm from such a person at all. Compared with it, dreams make him even more strange.
"Speaking of Liz, do you remember the dream you had more than a week ago?"
"Huh? Of course I don't remember. Normal people usually don't remember."
"Sure enough, but I remember it clearly."
Paul said that with a worried look, and Liz blinked in surprise.
Dreams will soon be forgotten. Everyone knows this kind of thing, but for Paul, this rule has been invalidated for a week. Whether it’s a dream before or today, let alone the content, even the black-haired woman who was opposite at the time You can remember part of your expression, the temperature of the surrounding environment, and even the pain of your body.
This is not so much a dream, as it is already a deep memory, but it is obviously very abnormal.
"Such a thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit my head."
"So there was no collision."
"So, what kind of dream is it?"
"Uh, how do you say... the kind of being beaten?"
"Um?"
Hearing Paul's face with a weird expression and a more weird generalization, the lady maid showed a suspicious look, while the black-haired boy recalled everything he didn't know how to explain.
Let’s not mention the dream today. In the dream last week, Paul actually did something similar to this time. He was also seeking the help of the woman. He was beaten so decently, except that the other party seemed to have left some hands last time. Once, he was irritated by Paul's words, and was seriously beaten.
The black-haired boy feels helpless, but there is nothing he can do about it. In the dream, Paul didn't notice that he was dreaming, let alone the point. Even if he did, Paul's situation would only be worse.
Among the men and women at war, not only are women possessing overwhelming strength, but Paul’s male strength from the first-person perspective is also very strong. Paul now seems to be at least higher than himself, that is, close to source level 2 or reach source level 2. NS.
It’s true that Paul is no longer what he used to be. After the Challenger Cup ranked and improved his treatment, the black-haired teenager seems to have embarked on a path of strength based, and with the concentration of magic power in the past year The further rise of Paul's strength also broke through to the source level 3, and embarked on the battlefield in last year's battle.
Source level 3, it is not a general existence even in the human coalition. It is the starting point for transcending the human species and becoming a high-level transcendent. However, even with such strength and experience, Paul still finds it difficult to dream. The self in the middle is comparable to the man who is constantly beating, and the evidence is the armor.
In terms of ability, the man in the dream may also be the owner of the [kingdom] origin and is similar to Paul's ability. However, the armor in today's dream is a realm far beyond Paul's reach.
The strength of men may be source level 2, so shouldn't women be source level 1
The moment such a thought appeared in Paul’s mind, the black-haired teenager couldn’t help being surprised. After all, judging from the age of a black-haired woman, it should not be much older than Paul now. This shows his talent and another In terms of appearance, its appearance is also impeccable, it's just that way...
"That woman, I always feel a little bit of Brother Loya..."
"what?!"
Hearing Paul's description, the maid was shocked, and then reluctantly covered her face.
"Although I thought about it this way, I didn't expect that you would finally embark on the road of falling in love with men..."
"No! I mean hair color and pupil color! You still have that kind of ability. Why do you play so much?"
Looking at Liz, who was making a fuss, Paul murmured while thinking about the dialogue between the two in the dream. Although their words did not reveal anything, Paul still roughly inferred the plot of the dream with clues, but... ... That's all there is to it.
Obviously, although he cares, Paul can’t really do anything because of this unmarginal dream, and as that sentence says, there are dreams in the day and night. From this perspective, it’s not good for such a dream to appear. Strange.
"Liz, the news you said before is..."
"Well, Lord Roja seems to have been rescued successfully, which means that everything is going well on the front line."
"Really? Great."
As he said this, Paul clenched his fists in excitement, and finally let go of the big stone that had been hanging in his heart for many days. At the same time, he was ashamed that he couldn't make it to the scene.
In fact, Paul knew about the fact that the countries centered on the religious state were preparing to rescue Roja, and the source of the news was Jelock, who was also a deputy under Roja during the academic period.
When they heard the news that Roja was still alive, the two were extremely excited. Paul was also ready to find a reason to run to Jelock’s team, but somehow, shortly after learning the news, the Emperor Lucas Suddenly the order came, and Paul, who was originally on the front line, was transferred to the rear, and he was strictly forbidden to go out.
Paul was very puzzled about this order, but he had to obey it. After all, not everyone has Lilian’s army of 500,000. At least for the current Paul, Emperor Lucas cannot resist. .
Fortunately, everything went well and Roja returned safely. In that case, the two of them would be able to see it sooner or later. There is no need to rush for a while, but in this way, those strange dreams will probably disappear, right
With such thoughts in mind, Paul was happy for his friend's return. At the same time, Emperor Lucas was also looking at the report ahead, but his mood was completely different from Paul's.
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In the dark room, the men at both ends of the long table met again, but the atmosphere was completely different from the last time.
On the side of the door, the expressionless man's eyes were extremely cold, while at the end of the darkness, the man with a vague face was silent and seemed a little anxious.
"You haven't fulfilled your promise."
After looking at each other for a long time, such words rang out in the silent space, Emperor Lucas's voice was not warm, and the [collector] who heard it was silent for a long time and then answered.
"If it's about killing the king, it's true. Bangal failed. This is not in my expectation. It's weird, no, it's weird."
The man who said this seemed a little irritable, he tapped his fingers on the table and said:
"Bangal is a king in ancient times, a true racial god, even if it is a king, it is absolutely impossible to defeat him at Source Level 2. In the previous historical segment, something must have happened that we didn’t know. thing."
"E.g?"
"... The mother god's interference, yes, that's it."
Recalling the strange appearance of the silver moon in the sky when Roja returned to the real world, the [collector] nodded with certainty.
"It looks like he defeated Bangal, but in fact this is the counterattack of the Mother Gods camp against me and other great gods, and it is precisely because of this that the ancient disasters will appear at that time."
"So, so what?"
Facing the inference of the vague man, Emperor Lucas's voice did not fluctuate at all. He looked forward and said faintly:
"In any case, it is a fact that he has become stronger, other things are not important, and your power has also been devastated."
"Destructive blow? Ha ha, no, although the loss of Bangal is unexpected, our strategic goal has been successful."
Looking at His Majesty the Emperor on the opposite side, [Collector] slowly leaned on the chair and smiled:
"[The Egg of the Beast God], that is our goal. From the moment it was born, even if Bangal's task is completed, no matter whether he is alive or dead, our goal has been achieved."
"Really? But according to the report on the spot, your assassin is completely vulnerable, and your ability to control aliens is drastically reduced."
"It looks like that, but [The Egg of the Beast God] is the creation of great gods like me. It is far from being easily destroyed like that. As for the aliens... Lost Bangal, it is true in a short time. Some are difficult to control, but their nature determines that they are destined to be on our side."
"I see."
Hearing the explanation from the [collector], Lucas nodded slightly as if to confirm his approval, but before the vaguely-faced man could say anything, the emperor stood up.
"It seems that our cooperation is about to end."
"what?"
"You failed to kill him. Originally, I was cooperating with you to make the road to the extreme abyss smooth. Now the king of aliens is dead. After losing the master, there is no threat in that area. With my own power It’s enough to get there."
"..."
In the voice of Lucas's words, the [collector] couldn't help but fell silent. He stared at Lucas's face, and slowly said after a long time:
"Have you forgotten the seal? If you can't unlock the seal, it's wasted effort to go there."
"seal?"
"Yes, although we failed to kill the king, we are still sure about the seal. We need each other."
"No, you seem to have misunderstood, my request, from the beginning there was no such one."
"!"
The moment he heard these words, [the collector]'s body gave a violent halt, and Lucas, who was saying this, burst into an unimaginable curse in an instant.
"I don't need you anymore."
In the icy voice, countless rays of light gushed out of the emperor's side, and in the depths of the darkness on the other side, the aura of [collector] instantly became stronger.
"Is the cooperation over? What a pity, Lucas, you seem to have forgotten where it is."
Looking at the man whose body was shining, the [collector] said in a cold voice, the next moment he waved his hand gently, the collapse of the space began in front of him, and spread rapidly toward Lucas, but faced the wave of death. , The cold-faced man didn't care.
"No, you forgot it?"
In the indifferent voice, Lucas gently squeezed his hand, and the next moment, a sword from nowhere suddenly pierced [the collector]'s chest and penetrated his heart.
"This is!"
Looking at the tip of the sword on his chest, the vaguely-faced man exclaimed, but before he could say anything, dozens of magic swords suddenly pierced out of the air, bringing infinite curse power to [collector] His body was instantly twisted into countless fragments.
"Puff!"
In the sound of splattering flesh and blood, the man's body was shattered into pieces. At the same time, the collapse of the space disappeared. In the dark room, the Emperor Lucas turned silently after a moment of silence. There were many magical soldiers in the space. The sharp weapon also slowly dissipated.
After a long time, the unmanned space began to collapse, and amidst the rumbling sound, a ghost seemed to flash across the flesh and blood tabletop, falling into the darkness that did not know where to lead.