After thinking blankly for a while, Alice finally gave up the idea.

Forget it, she had to thank the other person for not having a more outrageous dream, otherwise she really didn't want to sneak into this dream, let alone take on the role of herself in his imagination.

In this situation, all I had to do was hold back my nausea and whip him a few more times with the whip to substitute for the scene.

Just think of it as driving a carriage, giving the horses a few whips to make them run faster...hell, she has never driven a carriage before!

With a rather complicated mood, Alice sank into this dreamland belonging to Triss, and her consciousness gradually revived in another body wearing a luxurious dress.

Before she could react to her actions, Alice had followed the inertia of her body and wrists and swung the barbed whip on her hand to hit the person at her feet.

"Uh-huh..."

"Triss", who had a male body in the dream, bit her lips tightly, and her moans contained shame and anger, as well as some indescribable ambiguity.

After secretly cursing a pervert, Alice reluctantly entered the state of mind and showed a contemptuous and disdainful sneer at the round-faced boy with hazy eyes at her feet.

"What a despicable thing. You can only dream of being treated like this by me. You are just like an animal... No, you are not even as good as an animal. Chickens and ducks can lay eggs and dedicate themselves as human meat. Cows, sheep, and horses are even more valuable.

.And what about you? Apart from wasting food and producing filth, what role do you have in this world?"

If Klein was lucky enough to hear her sarcasm, he would probably add a very "thoughtful" comment. This kind of person only makes bread and rice expensive.

"I..." As if being awakened by the words of the man in the dream, the haze in Tris's eyes faded slightly, shame and resentment flashed across his face, and finally settled on a gloomy and fearful expression.

"I don't want to be like this either... But only if I get close to you! Only when I get close to you will those crazy calls and murmurs stop!"

Alice didn't expect this answer at all.

"Calls and murmurs?"

"I don't know...I don't know anything..."

As if he didn't hear her question at all, Tris whispered blankly, and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck with a painful look. While tightening the strength in his hand, he struggled to breathe with all his strength, and made something like

The roar of wild beasts.

This person is really not normal...

Suppressing the idea of ​​staying away from him, Alice lowered her head and looked at the whip in her hand, and tentatively moved her wrist, hoping to give the person under her feet a whip.

It turned out that she was probably not familiar with this unsuitable "weapon", so she happened to hit the round face. In an instant, the fragile facial skin was covered with bloody scars, making it look ferocious and miserable.

However, it seemed that because of this excruciating pain, Tris became more awake again, and the hand on his neck suddenly relaxed, and he coughed weakly.

"Okay, just think of it as torture..."

Alice whispered to herself, and at the same time looked at the scarred dream owner on the ground, and found that the other person had at least put on his pants properly and did not embarrass her further...

"Come, let us have a pleasant chat about those calls and babbles."

After finding the right way to communicate with "Triss", Alice quickly dug out the information she wanted from him.

And because half of the control over the dream at this moment has fallen into her hands, as "Triss" talks intermittently, the scenes in the dream will change from time to time, restoring the situation in his memory.

Strange missions, the "mourning lady" whose appearance is unclear, strange altars and rituals, and...

A prayer.

Alice has now learned that in the occult knowledge of this world, descriptions similar to pronunciation rhythms usually point to a very high-level existence and pray to him to grant powerful ritual spells.

For example, those prayer mantras circulated within the Zhengshen Church.

But at this moment, "Triss" seemed oblivious to everything in the outside world. She just kneeled down and curled up in front of the altar in her dream almost instinctively, muttering and repeating the pronunciation of some ancient language.

Alice subconsciously wanted to use the guidance gesture to give herself the effect of "knowing languages". But she quickly realized that she was in a dream at this time and could not complete this simple spell effect.

Her intuition told her that continuing to allow "Triss" to continue reciting this passage might cause unpredictable problems.

So she forced herself to memorize this string of pronunciations, preparing to explore it after leaving the dreamland - although this was a language she had never heard before, but with the many language rules she had learned, forcing memorization was not considered

What a big challenge.

Just before "Triss" was about to start chanting for the third time, she waved her wrist and let the whip fall on his bloody back, interrupting the next prayer.

"Who are you praying to?"

Tris's expression was distorted by pain, and deep fear flashed in his eyes.

"No...I, I don't know...I still expect you to tell me the answer..."

After repeated confirmations, Alice finally had to admit that "Triss" was just a chess piece being used by others. There were clues on her body, but she knew very little about it.

This dream has little value left, and it's time to leave.

She gradually withdrew her consciousness from Claire's image of herself and dispersed this form, and then returned the control of the dream to "Triss".

Everything that happens next has nothing to do with her.

…

And under the same sky, under the gaze of the same crimson moon, two Extraordinaries on the path of the Sleepless Ones were walking somewhere in the woods that once belonged to a manor.

They were wearing black trench coats and tight trousers, and in their pockets were various spiritual amulets engraved with the goddess's sacred emblem. They looked like many other nighthawks with similar habits, and there was nothing special about them.

The only difference is probably that they all wear red gloves on their hands.

"How many days has it been since Captain Crested said he was looking for the 'Mirror Witch'?" During the walk, one of them asked casually in a casual conversational tone.

"Three...four days?" Another person answered his teammate uncertainly.

"I feel like it will be at least a week..." The Nighthawk wearing red gloves snorted, "And we can only do this, like two fools who can't sleep at night, wandering around in this forest.

, looking forward to discovering something..."

"It's not that we can't sleep at night, it's that we don't have to sleep at night." His teammate kindly corrected him, but for some reason he didn't refute the term "idiot".

Probably because it's really stupid.

But these two Red Gloves also understand the church and understand that Captain Crestel Sesima’s arrangement makes sense.

After walking in silence for a short distance, the red gloves stopped in unison and stopped moving forward.

They arrived at the end of the woodland - although it was the end, it was not accurate.

Because what appeared in front of them was a sea of ​​trees that was almost impossible to exist in the climate of Dixi.

Just like being eroded by the giant forest in a fairy tale, the towering giant trees almost occupied the entire field of vision. The lush branches and leaves blocked the sky and the light of the red moon. The summer night insects that accompanied them all the way were also heard.

There is no sound here, only silent silence and darkness spread.

Although the two Red Gloves were both Extraordinaries of the Sleepless Path with dark vision, facing this extremely strange sea of ​​trees, the two of them still felt frightened in their hearts and shuddered subconsciously.

"...Has there been any change in the number of steps from the entrance to the Greenery and Lake Girl Manor to the border of the Sea of ​​Trees?"

"No, I'll still take one thousand nine hundred and seventy-five steps. What about you?"

"I think it's about the same... I forgot about the exact number halfway through the count. Probably, it's almost the same number."

"Okay, I knew it."

After taking a silent breath, the red glove who spoke first suggested again: "Would you like to go for a walk tonight? The scope of the sea of ​​trees seems to have been determined, and it has not expanded outward these days..."

The other red glove shook his head steadily.

"No, I advise you to give up this plan. This sea of ​​trees is too abnormal. Have you forgotten the adventurous Mechanical Heart team from before? They only went in and explored for less than five minutes before they all escaped.

Come back... Because some people have an extra thumb on their left hand, some people find that their legs are full of proliferating sarcomas, and some people are almost scared to death by the extra facial buds on their necks...

Calculating carefully, several weeks have passed since that battle, but the woods affected by the extraordinary items have not returned to their original state to this day, and even expanded several times during the process... Captain Crested said that it has been

A bishop has determined that the witch holds an extremely dangerous high-sequence item in her hands, and it probably belongs to the realm of life...the cultivator path."

"Do you think there is a possibility that the Mother Earth Church may be involved behind this matter?"

"I don't know, but I personally think it's unlikely."

"Then...the school of life?"

"I think you should go back to the database to consolidate and review it. The Life School has no connection with the Cultivator approach to controlling life."

"Then what kind of 'life' school do they call themselves?" one of the red gloves shouted in surprise.

But it’s not like just shouting a few words will make someone’s power decide to change the name...

The other red glove was helpless, but couldn't find anything to refute, so he had no choice but to return to the topic and remind his teammates to focus on the night patrol work in front of them.

At this moment, the expressions of both of them changed, and they activated their spiritual visions in unison.

In the spiritual vision of the red gloves, a spiritual creature with a strange appearance suddenly squeezed out of a tree trunk next to them, raised its arm-like body part, and handed over a letter.

"A message from Captain Crestel..."

The red gloves looked at each other, and the more steady one took the letter and quickly opened it and read it.

After only a few seconds, he raised his head in surprise.

"That's good news! Captain Crestel has traced the traces of the witch!"

"Where?" Another Red Glove cheered up after hearing this and no longer bothered with the naming of other organizations.

"The central area of ​​Ahowa County, near the outskirts of Tingen City! The captain's natural spirit sensed traces of spells similar to those here. It was the frost spell used by the witch!"

"Tingen City, Tingen City... The Mirror Witch seems to have escaped while the escort ship was on its way to Cold Winter County. Calculating this, she didn't run very far at all." After sighing a few times, the red gloves appeared.
To be continued...