"Go ashore first."

Compared to Klein who kept coughing, the girl who didn't look embarrassed at all quickly found the right direction and dragged him towards the shore. Her movements were flexible and natural and smooth, just like a mermaid returning to freedom.

...After all, she is a witch with the power of "deep sea", so it is normal for her to have good water properties.

Klein said bitterly in his heart. After being brought to the shore by "Ms. Mermaid", he was blown away by a quietly blowing evening breeze. He immediately stopped complaining and hugged his hands tightly, shivering.

He raised his arms and looked up blankly at the night sky.

It's dark...? No, it's not dark, it's that they passed through the wilderness of dreams and came to the dreamland at night!

"Klein, look over there."

Alice's voice recalled his divergent thoughts.

Klein looked in the direction she indicated, and saw a group of brilliantly lit palaces in the distance standing under the deep night, showing his existence in a dazzling manner that completely robbed the light of the stars and moon.

He gritted his teeth and looked around with the coldness all over his body, and quickly saw clearly the environment where they were standing.

Next to the vast and flat lawn, a quiet and beautiful artificial lake lies. Not far away is a neat and beautiful marble square. The flower beds and lawns seem to be trimmed and taken care of by gardeners every day. In the farthest distance, you can faintly see the sharp peaks.

Towering majestic iron fences...

Palaces, palaces... Where are the palaces scattered in Fantasyland? Oops, this knowledge is too scientific, I don’t seem to have any impression at all...

As soon as the corresponding judgment flashed through his mind, Klein couldn't hold back the itching on the tip of his nose and sneezed.

Just as he was rubbing his nose in embarrassment, a voice with a strange accent suddenly came out between him and Alice:

"Oh, welcome, welcome, you two! I can't wait any longer! How about we just fast forward to the beginning?"

Alice reacted before him, as if she couldn't feel the coldness of the wet clothes blowing in the night wind, and didn't care about the curved parts, squinting towards the source of the sound:

"Who are you--"

The moment he saw the thing on the ground clearly, Klein felt his eyelids jump uncontrollably, and he couldn't find a suitable description to describe it.

That is a superbly crafted doll.

He has chestnut curly hair, big bright blue eyes, and two beautiful mustaches painted on his thin lips. He is wearing hand-knitted retro aristocratic clothing, with complicated and exquisite lace on the cuffs and collar.

Heeled riding boots.

The doll, which was about thirty centimeters in size, moved its head up and down, looking at the beautiful girl who was soaked all over, and then let out a slightly rude laugh:

"Hey, do you still need to ask? I remember I should be famous, right?"

Before giving them a chance to respond, this doll with a strong desire to perform waved its arms and made a generous and friendly invitation gesture:
Chapter completed!