"Yes, Father, I will."
Garcia in the dream said.
"In the name of the righteous god and the spirit of all things (Miss Rick's belief), Yura Encore Rick, are you willing to marry Mr. Allen Goodbye Garcia?"
"It's me, I am willing."
Miss Rick's face was full of happiness, and if no one else intervened, it would definitely be a beautiful dream.
"In the name of the Twelve Gods, may I ask if anyone objects to the union of these two people?"
The old priest raised his hands and asked, judging from his clothes, he belonged to the [Church of Creation and Mechanics]. According to the custom in the mainland, the priest who presides over the wedding should be invited from the religion the man believes in, that is to say, if Jenkins gets married, then...
"Damn, what was I thinking?"
He patted his head, and then heard someone shout:
"I object!"
Of course it was the clown who shouted.
"Oh? Please explain your reason!"
The priest said loudly, and the clown immediately dropped the things in his hands, and walked along the red carpet to the newlyweds, but none of the guests had any strange reactions.
"I am against their combination, because I also love Alan Garcia very much!"
The clown is male, which means what Miss Rick naturally understands. She looked at her groom with shocked eyes, the latter bowed his head in embarrassment, but did not shake off the hand held by the clown.
"Oh, sage!"
Jenkins couldn't have imagined how the story would develop like this, and he already regretted wasting precious sleep time to come here.
"Sorry, Miss Rick."
He first apologized silently in his heart, after all, his next actions would probably leave a deep impact on the owner of the dream.
"No, you are so cruel to me!"
The guests sitting in the first row suddenly stood up. According to the habit, they should be the closest person to the groom or the bride. The bald man in the gray suit shouted, stood up and walked quickly to the clown, grabbing his hand:
"Are you lying to me? You said that the person you love deeply is..."
The clown immediately looked at Miss Rick in shock. This was not his script, and he took it as a subconscious counterattack by the dream master. In fact, Miss Rick is also ignorant, she has not even understood what is happening now.
"Oh no!"
Another man let out a mournful cry, and jumped out to hold the clown's arm. Following his movements, almost all the guests off the field reacted in the same way, with countless hands reaching out to the clown at the same time.
The latter could only dodge in a bit of embarrassment, and use his own hand to block the hands of the grabbing people. Suddenly, he felt that the touch of one hand was a little different. It only felt an extremely cold breath rushing down the arm to the head, and instantly even the ability to control dreams was frozen.
Struggling to leave this unlucky dream, but was pulled to the sky by a huge force.
"caught you!"
With a low cry, Jenkins got out of the quilt, holding tightly to a cloud of colorful smoke with both hands. This thing looks like a gas, but it's actually a solid, and it feels like pinching jelly when you hold it.
"So it's not a nightmare, it's a dream monster! Damn it, you killed me!"
As he spoke, he picked up the empty teacup on the side and stuffed the things in his hands into it, then lifted the teapot and poured in some water, and flicked the water with his fingers to freeze the water, that is, to seal the mouth of the teacup.
Dream monsters have extremely powerful abilities in dreams, but in reality they are so weak that even a thin layer of ice cannot break through.
"Hathaway! Hathaway!"
He didn't even bother to pay attention to his cat, so he walked out the door quickly in his slippers. The cat whined under its throat, and looked at its wagging tail boredly.
"Hathaway! Hathaway!"
Jenkins walked quickly to the corridor, looked around, and found that Hathaway was not in the bedroom. It was better that way, after all Jenkins didn't know how to explain to Miss Michel his late visit.
Walking along the corridor to the stairs, I found a red-haired girl at the corner. Neither of them had lighting tools in their hands, only the faint moonlight shining into the villa through the clouds and windows.
The girl turned her back to Jenkins, and the wind blowing from nowhere blew her long hair off her shoulders. Jenkins guessed that it must have blown in from the broken window of Miss Mihail's old bedroom.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Hathaway turned to look back, and when she saw Jenkins smiling in his pajamas in the dark, her face turned red again.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"Look!"
Excited like a child, he stepped forward and raised the cold teacup in front of the girl.
"Look, what I caught!"
Hathaway looked suspiciously under the ice layer of the glass. Although she didn't have [Dark Vision] abilities, she could barely see the colorful thing.
After a little hesitation, "Dream Demon?"
As the answer came out, she suddenly realized the reason for Jenkins' strange words just now. Apart from that possibility, she didn't think Jenkins would say anything so unsolicited.
"Yes, it's the dream monster. This thing invaded my dream just now, and made me dream of some... strange things, and now it's caught by me!"
"Really? But you were able to detect the Dream Demon's manipulation, which is amazing."
She suddenly lost interest, and felt that she was a fool. She was anxious just now because of the words of the man in front of her. It was impossible for such words to come out of this man's mouth.
Hathaway remembered the beautiful dream before hearing Jenkins' strange voice. If it wasn't for that dream, she wouldn't have foolishly believed Jenkins' words after waking up.
That dream should also have something to do with this dream monster.
"Let's interrogate it together! It is definitely not a coincidence that the Dream Demon appears here!"
Jenkins suggested.
"OK."
The woman's voice was a little low. She was very angry now, but she didn't know who to vent her anger on, so the thing in the teacup became the best object to vent her anger on.
The two found an empty room along the corridor. Jenkins flicked his hand and lit the candlestick on the table. They pulled the chairs in front of the desk and sat down, looking at the teacup.
"Be careful it escapes."
Hathaway reminded.
"I see."
Jenkins nodded, stretched out his flaming right index finger, and poked a round hole in the ice at the mouth of the teacup.
The Dream Demon immediately "squeezed" out of the round hole, but when it saw the man standing in front of it, it retreated silently and remained motionless, as if it was playing dead.