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Chapter 354 A Lively Dream
Chapter 354 A Lively Dream
Danitz wanted to say something more, but Cyril ignored him.
He sighed, jogged a few steps, and caught up with Cyril, who had already walked some distance ahead.
You son of a bitch!
Why did I give my last words in front of him? Now all my secrets are known.
Damn it, is he eyeing my property?
No, I have to find a time to liquidate these properties and then move to another street—no, to another city—to buy new properties!
After his thoughts had been wandering for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Um, why do we have to live in my house, which has absolutely nothing?"
Cyril tilted his head and casually replied, "Because there's nothing there, no one would suspect we live there."
"And you don't even have to pay me."
"6
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After several seconds of silence, Danitz opened and closed his mouth, silently uttering a single word:
shit!
No. 14, Xiangshu Avenue.
Danitz stood in the empty room, without even a chair, and said helplessly, "See? There's really nothing here; it's uninhabitable."
"Besides, the weather right now isn't suitable for sleeping on the floor without a blanket."
Instead of answering, Sirien asked directly, "Is there running water and gas?"
Danitz looked somewhat bewildered, but still honestly replied, "Of course, these are all standardized."
"That's fine then."
Cyril nodded, then, under Danitz's bewildered and surprised gaze, pulled out sheets of drawing paper, tossed them into the air, and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, vibrant colors burst forth from the drawing paper, quickly covering the entire room.
In less than two seconds, the once empty room was filled with dark red flooring, soft and comfortable sofas, exquisite chandeliers, coffee tables, cabinets, and all the other furniture it should have. Even the tattered curtains hanging halfway on the window were brand new.
Danitz blinked hard, and seeing that the scene in front of him had not changed, he reached out and slapped his cheek.
slap~
Cyril turned around and gave him a look as if he were an idiot.
The well-known pirate, whose bounty was 5000 pounds, lowered his hand somewhat awkwardly and chuckled dryly, saying, "Is this an illusion? It's quite impressive; I couldn't see any flaws at all."
"No." Xireen shook his head calmly, then lay down on the sofa in front of him.
Danitz stared in disbelief at the scene. He was certain it wasn't an illusion, but now he suspected he was still half asleep.
He reached up and pinched his thigh hard to make sure he wasn't asleep. Then he lay down and tapped the floor, tugged at the curtains, and banged on the coffee table and the wall.
After confirming that the furniture that had suddenly appeared in the room was completely real, he simply lay down on another sofa.
"My ocean, what extraordinary ability do you possess? It's so powerful and so practical!"
"With this ability, wouldn't we be able to enjoy ourselves anywhere?"
He paused, then, remembering the limitations of some extraordinary abilities, quickly asked, "These things you conjure up won't suddenly disappear while you're using them, will they?"
Cyril: "Of course."
Thinking about the possibility of him suddenly falling to the floor in the middle of the night, Danitz suggested again, "How about we go stay at a hotel?"
"Anyway, official wanted notices only require a disguise and a change of identity."
Cyril shook his head: "No need. I will set up a simple ritual spell to fix these things in the room that have been transformed from the ethereal to the real. They can exist for a long time as long as they are infused with spiritual energy periodically."
"You can do that?" A look of confusion flashed in Danitz's eyes.
His understanding of ritual magic was limited to a few simple rituals performed by the Church of Edwina.
Cyril looked at him with the pity a top student would show to a struggling student: "Didn't your captain tell you that?"
"Knowledge is power."
"Go and prepare some materials for the ceremony, just the usual materials will do."
"Okay." Danitz nodded, got up and left the house.
After watching Danitz leave, he leaned back on the sofa and, in a prayerful manner, told Klein about Bayam's situation.
The next day, the imagined furniture was temporarily solidified in the house at No. 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue using a ritual.
Cyril, who was painting by the fireplace, paused and looked thoughtfully at Danitz, who was fast asleep in the armchair next to him.
His spirituality sensed some subtle changes in Danitz; an unfamiliar will had entered the space where he had set up the ritual and descended upon Danitz.
The ritual he used to solidify his fantasy was a simplified version of the totem-setting ritual.
Within the ritual's scope, he can easily communicate with all the spirituality in his surroundings and perceive dimensions of space beyond reality.
In this state, he easily noticed the changes in Danitz.
"If I could learn the ritual magic of 'Iceberg General,' would I be able to respond to prayers on a much larger scale thanks to my own unique abilities?"
As he whispered, he put down his drawing board and charcoal pencil, stood up and walked to Dani's side, reached out and pressed his hand into the air, gently twisting his wrist.
A pale blue light spread silently, forming a blurry door that had no tangible substance.
On the other side of the gate, one can vaguely see Danitz talking to a woman.
Cyril curled the corners of his lips and stepped behind the "door".
Suddenly, everything around me became bizarre and surreal, as if I had entered a constantly spinning vortex, giving me a nauseating sense of dizziness.
This feeling lasted for less than half a second before the surrounding environment stabilized again, and he saw Danitz and Edwina, who had stopped talking and were looking at him.
"Damn, I actually dreamed about this guy, this must be a nightmare."
Danitz muttered something under his breath, then took a few steps closer and waved at him, saying, "Alright, alright, whatever kind of dream you are, I don't want to have that dream anymore. Get out of here now."
Cyril grabbed his hand expressionlessly, and several streaks of electricity crackled across his palm.
Danitz's body suddenly began to convulse uncontrollably, causing the room in his dream to shake as well.
Edwina, who was standing to the side, quickly reminded him, "Too intense stimulation in a dream can wake him up."
Cyril released his grip, creating some distance between himself and Danitz, who had turned charred black and was still wisps of white smoke rising from his head.
As the master of the dream, everything here changes according to Danitz's subconscious, even himself.
So after being "electrocuted" by Cyril, he turned into a charred mess, as if struck by lightning.
Ignoring Danitz, who was still confused about the situation, Cyril turned to Edwina and asked seriously, "You shouldn't have arrived in Bayam yet. Is this the effect of ritual magic?"
Edwina didn't hide anything: "Yes, this is a spell I modified from Roselle's dream magic."
The "Golden Dream" only entered the Roside Sea this afternoon and is currently 1000 nautical miles from Bayam.
Cyril nodded, then asked again, "It's very powerful ritual magic. Can I learn it? If so, what price do I need to pay?"
Edwina pondered for a moment and said, "The modified spell is a secret technique unique to me. Theoretically, others can also learn it, but it's very difficult."
"I can compile the relevant knowledge and the Roselle dream technique into a document, and then send it to you through that messenger."
"But I can't guarantee you'll be able to learn it. It requires a lot of occult knowledge and spellcasting skills as a foundation, and is only suitable for extraordinary individuals who have mastered the knowledge and are skilled in spellcasting."
"Also, I hope you can protect Danitz's safety during this time. The sudden increase in bounty is dangerous for him, especially in a place like Bayam."
"Captain..." Danitz's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a feeling of being moved welled up inside him.
"No problem." Cyril nodded quickly, interrupting Danitz's remaining words.
He came to the dream to talk to Edwina about serious business, not to see her as a sycophant.
After exchanging words for a while, Edwina looked at Danitz and raised her right hand, conjuring a small blackboard in the dream.
"I need you to hold a ceremony."
"It's called a séance. It allows my spirit to pass through the spirit world, attach itself to your body, and communicate directly with the people around me."
"No problem, Captain," Danitz nodded quickly in response.
Edwina nodded slightly, then began to explain the specific procedures and principles of the descent ritual: "It is the realm of reason and communication, the domain of the god of knowledge and wisdom. When you perform the ritual, you must depict the corresponding symbolic representations and magical symbols..."
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Cyril watched as Danitz's expression shifted from excitement to confusion, and then to pain.
It's like a high school student who finally gets to vacation and bumps into their homeroom teacher on the street. The two chat happily and end up having a last-minute tutoring session.
It's clear that Edwina not only wants Danitz to learn the séance ritual, but also wants him to understand the principles behind it, the meaning of each step, and ideally, be able to apply what he's learned to other situations.
As her thoughts wandered, Cyril heard the sound of the door lock turning behind her.
He immediately turned his body to the side, making way for him.
The next second, the door opened with a snap, and Klein, who looked like Gehrman Sparrow, entered the dream.
Danitz and Edwina noticed the commotion and turned to look at each other one after the other.
After seeing who it was, Danitz could no longer keep his composure.
"No, you, how did you get in here too?"
"This is my dream!"
The captain came to give me a lesson, Randolph came to the captain to learn magic, and now even that Gehrman Sparrow guy has snuck in...
Isn't the dream world a mysterious realm?
It feels like anyone can easily intrude into someone else's dream!
Sirien suppressed a laugh and walked over to Danitz, patting him on the shoulder and comforting him, "Although you feel a little insignificant in your dream, think about it on the bright side. How many people can gather so many important figures in their own dream?"
"..." Danitz looked at him speechlessly.
Cyril smiled back and even reached out to conjure up a drawing depicting the scene from Danitz's class.
There was also a name on it: "That year, I even dreamed about studying."
"6
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With a dark expression, Danitz burned the drawing he had conjured to ashes.
On the other side, after Klein and Edwina exchanged names, they fell into a long silence.
Danitz looked left and right, then his gaze finally settled on the drawing paper that Cyril had re-manifested.
Above is a picture of Edwina and Gehrman looking at each other in silence.
At the very bottom, there is a line of small print: This game is called, No Talking, No Moving.
puff~
Danitz couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Then everyone's eyes turned to him.
Danitz's smile froze as he felt the gazes fixed on him, and he glanced around nervously.
Bullshit! Why are you all staring at me? This is my dream, can't I even smile?
Thinking of this, he simply reached out and snatched the drawing paper that Cyril had just conjured, and displayed it in front of Edwina and Gehrman.
After a moment of silence, the painting in Danitz's hand suddenly burst into flames.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief... he almost ruined his image.
How come these two have such a knack for comedy when they're together?
And "Iceberg General," aren't you a rigorous scholar? Why are you trying to outdo me in being more aloof?
Cyril's gaze swept over each face, then he reached out and patted Danitz on the shoulder: "Your dream world is truly an inspiring place. When you wake up, I'll give you a few paintings."
"No, no need," Danitz refused, his lips twitching.
If I take your painting, I'm afraid I'll be assassinated by Gehrman Sparrow—no, he'll probably torture me openly and then use my body to feed "the wriggling hunger."
As his thoughts drifted, he leaned closer to Edwina; only the captain could give him a sense of security at this moment.
To break the awkward atmosphere, he looked at Edwina and said, "Captain, Gehrman Sparrow has some questions he'd like to ask you."
Edwina nodded slightly, then looked at Klein: "Mr. Sparrow, have you received any education?"
Huh? What kind of question is this? If I were an illiterate person who had never received an education, would you disdain to answer my question?
Klein seemed somewhat bewildered by Edwina's strange and perplexing question.
Cyril stood to the side like a loyal audience member, constantly conjuring up sheet after sheet of paper in his hands.
Danitz watched from the side, his brows furrowed with worry, as if he could already foresee the future where Gehrman and Randolph would argue over the paintings and eventually come to blows.
On the other hand, after asking several questions in a row, Edwina explained, "I need to consider how to answer your questions based on your level of knowledge, which will make it easier for you to understand."
Klein maintained his expressionless face, but inwardly he couldn't help but sigh:
No wonder he's a captain who lectures his men every day; he's got personality.
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