Annan's first reaction was... Fortunately, he found Vasily before.
The four sets of buffs that appeared on his body were the powers that Annan had discussed with Vasily before, and he was sure that he could be blessed in the nightmare.
Mr. Yao is the enemy of nightmares, as long as the power is used to fight against nightmares, he can respond to almost all rituals.
In fact, the morning light that forcibly ends all nightmares at six o'clock in the morning every day comes from Mr. Yao's power. He will regularly dispel nightmares for everyone every day, whether he is a believer or not.
Unless it is a priest of other gods.
Then it's possible they're at work... that is, purifying nightmares. In order not to interfere with the purification work of the priests of other gods, only the nightmares of the priests will not be forcibly awakened at six o'clock in the morning.
And Sir Silver and the old grandmother are righteous gods that Annan is sure can lend him strength. As for the mysterious lady... as long as it is a complicated and grand ceremony with all the details correct, He will be happy to come.
The Mysterious Lady loves all who master the ritual as a teacher loves a bright student.
Without these four buffs, the difficulty of this nightmare would have to increase...
In real history, whether it was Annan, Dmitry, Elizabeth or Cafney, they all survived smoothly. Even the old Merlin who followed Annan lived at least a few months later... Except that the final trade agreement was still not reached, there was no war between the two countries again.
And Annan remembered very clearly.
Michelangelo's exact date of death is November 30, 1498.
And now it is August 8, 1498.
In other words, this nightmare was three months before the timeline of "Nightmare: The White Tower". This shows that even the attendant next to Annan is not dead... because Merlin Manning died at the White Tower ceremony three months later.
That would be hell.
—In the original history, who solved this incident
It can't really be the nine-year-old Annan, right
It shouldn't be because I'm just a kid.jpg
Annan was thinking wildly, and was led by the maid through the side hall and came to the palace garden. As for Winterheart's predecessor's 'right index finger', Merlin Manning was like a ghost, silently attached to Annan's back, protecting his safety at all times.
Under the protection of old Merlin... Under the supervision of this possibly the best silver-rank disabled wizard in the world, Annan didn't even know where he was "able to move freely".
Do I have to fool Merlin away first
But that doesn't work either.
Because Annan remembers clearly...
The wife of Prince Albert, she and her cousin Denton are believers of the rotten man. And her cousin is a powerful "Dream Stealer".
A gold-ranked soul-recapturing wizard who can directly modify other people's memories, feelings, and preferences in their dreams!
He is now disguised as a silver step, lurking beside Prince Albert.
If Annan left Merlin's sight, maybe he would be kidnapped suddenly...
Although Merlin is only a silver rank, he is a "Hand of Winter". With the personal blessing of Grand Duke Winter, his emotions and speech functions were sealed by the ceremony... This may be from other usages of the "Heart of Winter" talent.
The Hand of Winter, whose emotions are sealed, can perfectly restrain the Soul Reaper. Even if the opponent is of the golden rank, he absolutely dare not appear in front of Merlin at will.
Thinking of this, Annan noticed another thing:
Annan in this period should not have reversed the heart of winter. In other words, he should be in a state of "not feeling positive emotions" now.
Annan needs to adjust his acting skills a little bit.
In front of acquaintances, you have to look a little sad...at least you can't reveal your secrets.
Annan's side mission requirement is "not to reveal his identity".
But this is too vague... Annan is not very clear whether it refers to "it cannot be discovered that it is a ceremony that Annan broke", or "it cannot be revealed that this is just someone's nightmare".
But in short, as long as you are cautious, you can't make a big mistake...
What's more important is the "Great Hunting Ceremony".
Annan currently doesn't even know what this ritual is or where it is, let alone how to break it... This is the primary issue he needs to pay attention to.
And although the main task is not mentioned.
But Annan knew in his heart that this task must be time-limited.
After all, it is impossible for Annan and Dmitry to stay here forever. They are going to return to Bitter Winter. It's just that Annan doesn't know anything about this ceremony at present, and he doesn't even know how much time is left...
According to the urinating nature of the previous nightmare, Annan guessed that this ritual might be on the verge of starting.
— There is not much time left for Annan!
After Annan was led by the maid through the side hall.
He was shocked for a moment by the miracle in front of him—
It was an extremely gorgeous sea of white and purple double-colored flowers.
This flower is very strange - it looks like a rose, but the petals are almost transparent pure white. But its branches and leaves are the color of violet... This pure sea of white and purple is shaking under the wind, reflecting the brilliance of the summer noon.
And in the garden, there are paths paved with cobblestones. The roads in the garden extend in all directions, leading to three pavilions of different sizes.
"This is it, Your Highness Annan. This is the garden blessed by Sir Silver, and the spirit will gradually improve here."
The maid coaxed softly: "Please go a little further... The iced juice has been prepared for you at the kiosk. If you need anything else, please tell me. I will prepare it for you."
Annan would have paid attention to the iced juice—seeing something delicious and delicious, Annan's first reaction was to try it before talking.
But his attention was drawn away by something else.
In the sea of flowers, there was a girl wearing a black gauze dress made of the same material as Elizabeth, sitting quietly in the flower field. Her curly black hair fell to her shoulders, and her features were exquisite and lovely.
The black high-heeled shoes were taken off and placed neatly on the side of the road, while she was stepping on the ground with bare feet.
On her lap, there was a small drawing board, with a crayon in her hand, and she looked up at the sky, wondering what she was thinking about.
Her crimson pupils shone like glass in the summer sun.
Like a lifeless puppet.
… Is that, Cafney
Annan quickly recognized the girl who was too close to him.
A thought suddenly popped up in his mind:
Could it be that Annan and Kafni... got to know each other at this time
The maid noticed that Annan's pace had stopped, and she followed Annan's gaze.
She was suddenly a little surprised.
Why is Her Highness Cafney here
"who is she?"
Annan asked in a cold voice.
Noticing that Annan was actually curious, Old Merlin, who was following Annan, raised his head rarely, and silently looked at the maid.
His meaning is simple: speak quickly.
The maid's smile froze slightly, and then she explained to Annan with a soft expression: "This is Her Highness Kafni...the daughter of His Highness Albert."
"Can I play with her?"
Annan asked politely.
The maid gave a wry smile with some embarrassment: "Of course, His Highness Annan. It's just that Her Highness Kafni... is a little quiet."
Out of politeness, she swallowed the word "reclusive."
Annan gently broke away from the maid's hand - apparently because the maid allowed him to break away - and then walked towards Kafni who was sitting in the flower field, looking up at the sun.
"Looking directly at the sun is bad for eyesight."
Annan walked over and adjusted his tone a little bit.
In the end, with a straight face, he said something more like a slightly mature child would say: "It will hurt your eyes."
"Will not."
Cafney's tone was erratic like a dream, her voice was extremely light and soft: "Mr. Yao has a very good temper..."
At this moment, Annan noticed the drawing board in her hand.
It seemed to be the sea of silver-purple flowers in front of him.
But unlike what Annan saw...
What Cafney used was a crimson crayon.
Like blood, like flames.
Color like the setting sun—
... Could it be that the clue is here with Cafney
Annan suddenly remembered that Kafni seemed to have some kind of spiritual vision talent... she could see some traces of fate.
He asked softly, "Are you drawing?"
At this time, Kafni turned her gaze to Annan.
She was silent for a while, then asked coldly: "Who are you
"You have the colors of winter on you...but it's summer."
"My heart is like ice."
Annan read it solemnly - this is the motto of the Lindong family, and it is not surprising that he knows it.
He stretched out his hand to Cafney, and said in a friendly manner, "My name is Annan Lindong. My surname means winter. What about you, what's your name?"
Kafni looked suspiciously at Annan with a calm face.
She always suspected that after she put her hand on it, Annan would suddenly pull her hand back and slap her happily... Some of her brothers and sisters would play this kind of boring game.
But she looked at Annan's outstretched hand, then at the smiling maid in front of the pavilion, and at the somewhat scary skinny old man staring here from a distance, and vaguely realized something.
Not long after, she stretched out her hand tentatively, and gently placed the letter on Annan's palm with suspicion.
That was not the "warm palm" mentioned in the story, and Annan didn't have a "warm smile". Her fingertips even touched a chilling low temperature...
But for some reason, she was vaguely aware of some inexplicable peace of mind.
"Caffney."
She whispered: "Caffney Noah...Caffney means running your fingers through your hair.
"...can I call you Anna?"
"It's Annan."
Annan corrected Kafni's pronunciation and held her hand.
He said seriously: "Then we are friends, Kafni."