Heavy rainstorms, lightning and thunder, and the cold wind from the northern frigid zone carried the same cold rain and splashed it on the spire of the castle. On this day, the most prestigious and oldest people in Kant's territory all had a dream. They dreamed that time seemed to go back thirty years ago, to that same rainy night - their young, strong, just and kind lord was driving a carriage back to the town, and the carriage was not far ahead. It's the tall and majestic outer walls and towers of the Kande Castle. Everything is shrouded in the mist stirred up by the rain and the night. The carriage is galloping on the endless road, like a dream that cannot be woken up.
Gawain walked in the deep and long underground corridor, which led to the north tower of the castle. The soldiers who were supposed to guard this corridor staggered and fell on their posts. They still It has breath, but its spirit has been stripped away from this world and entered a dreamland that is difficult to wake up from. At the same time, this dreamland has also broken away from the shackles of illusion. It extends its tentacles to the real world and is formed by matter. leaving his own distorted projection in the real world.
The mottled stone walls are covered with moss, and the moss peels off continuously, revealing the decayed and deformed wall below. The time and space logic inside the corridor seems to have lost its order at this moment. The scenes in the dream and the Scenes of the real world were alternately staged in the same location, and the magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls also flickered on and off, reflecting the ancient oil paintings between the lamps in an eerie and eerie way.
Boom!
A loud thunder pierced the sky. The originally completely closed underground corridor with a thick ceiling was illuminated as bright as day by the lightning. Huge cracks appeared in the dark ceiling at some point, and in Between the cracked stones, a dark sky could be seen, with heavy rain pouring down from the sky.
Gawain looked up and could vaguely see through the ceiling of the corridor that the entire upper half of the North Tower was floating in pieces in the sky. The broken boulders and roofs seemed to be suspended in the rain as if there was no gravity. At night, as the strong wind roared, they kept spinning, and pieces of bricks and rubble were scattered between the collisions.
He ignored all of this and walked straight through the corridor filled with wind and rain. The unpredictable rain sprinkled on his body, sometimes making him soaked, and sometimes disappearing - every time he observed, presented different results.
The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of him. It was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream before. Gawain stretched out his hand, but before his fingers touched the door, a shadow next to the door suddenly squirmed. Amber's figure then condensed into shape: "Hey! Gawain, you are here!"
Gawain looked at Amber: "Have you found the lantern?"
"I will When I touch here, I can already sense obvious magic fluctuations, but no matter how hard I try, I can't open this door!" Amber's tone sounded particularly frustrated. It was obvious that she was very confident before, but as a master thief, she couldn't open the door! The inability to open an antique wooden door severely damaged her confidence..
“Can’t open the door?” Gawain frowned. He looked back in the direction he came from, and found that the strange corridor had returned to stability at this moment, and the damaged walls and roof had been sealed again. , there are no more wind and rain rushing around in the corridor, and there are no mottled moss or crumbling bricks. The oak door at the end of the corridor is in a solid and complete state. Although it is old, it is tightly closed.
Gawain looked at Amber: "When you were here, did you see the rain in the corridor?"
The half-elf looked confused: "Rain? How is it possible in the corridor? Will it rain?"
"It seems that you are still in the dream," Gawain knew clearly in his heart, "the door in the dream is sealed, and you can't open it no matter what."
p>As he spoke, he looked at the oak door, then closed his eyes slightly, recalling in his mind the knowledge and power he had gained from the mental fragments of the Eternal Sleeper cultists: "Only in the real world can we push away Only through this door can you see the true appearance of this castle."
He opened his eyes again, the cold wind and rain howled in the corridor, and there were a series of black stone ceilings. There were cracks and moss covering all the walls, and the oak door looked old, mottled and in disrepair.
With a gentle push, the door opened.
Amber's eyes widened the moment the oak door was pushed open: she finally saw the same thing as Gawain's vision.
The half-elf lady exclaimed: "This...why did this place suddenly become so broken?!"
Gawain shook his head: "Because this place has not been repaired for thirty years. Passed."
Then he walked in front, taking Amber with him into the place where the entire illusion was maintained.
The cellar space behind the oak door is still well preserved. The high tower building on the upper floor blocks the heavy rain falling from the sky. The noisy sounds around suddenly fade away, and the whole world seems to be quiet.
In the hazy dim space, the light of the lantern suddenly lit up. The warm and gentle radiance dispelled the darkness. Within the scope of the light, a female figure wearing a white dress emerged.
Behind her was the stone pavilion that Gawain had seen in his dream before, and a large number of stone pillars similar to those in the dream supported the entire cellar. On each stone pillar, there were flashing numbers. Endless shimmering runes.
"Mrs. Lilith Kant," Gawain looked at the other party quietly, "it's time to wake up from the dream."
"Your Excellency, you should not come to this place," Lili Si's eyes were full of sadness, "It would be great if you pretended that nothing happened."
Gawain shook his head slightly: "But it has already happened, and you are indulged in this dream." , It’s just self-deception - what the Eternal Sleepers give you is not a good medicine at all, you should know very well, they are just borrowing your hands to draw strength, and what they give you is just an illusion."
"But I want to believe it,It's true! Lilith Kant suddenly became excited, "I'm almost successful, I've already succeeded!" As long as you don't come, as long as I keep hypnotizing myself, I will... I will..."
Gawain loudly interrupted this woman who had fallen into madness thirty years ago: "You It will never succeed, because the dream power given to you by the Eternal Sleeper is inherently flawed - the dreamer himself is always awake! This is also a congenital defect that those who sleep forever cannot solve themselves! "
Lilith Kant's expression stiffened for a moment: "Why... would you know? "
"Because I devoured an eternal sleeper and gained his knowledge and memory. "
Lilith Kant's figure shook uncontrollably: "So... you are aware of the truth here? "
"No," Gawain shook his head, "Although I obtained the knowledge and memory of the eternal sleeper, I was indeed deceived by this 'real dream' when I first came here - only It's a pity that you left too many loopholes so that I could realize the truth little by little.
“There are many old books in Victor Kant’s study, the latest one was collected thirty years ago;
“About that book thirty years ago After this accident, the people in the territory and the people in the castle had blurred memories, and the two groups of people had completely different perceptions about the 'Viscountess';
"Viscount Kant He seems to be the person in charge of the entire castle, but every time it comes to matters involving you, he shows obvious slowness and confusion. This is because you are worried that he will realize that he is just living in a dream and set a trap for him. A tight mental lock;
“But the biggest loophole is not these, but the lantern in your hand - I am afraid no one in this world knows its origin, but I know it. , that lamp was given to a friend as a gift seven hundred years ago, and its function is to allow the "dream weaver" to maintain himself and find a path in the controllable dream world. In other words, The person holding the lantern is the one who really controls the dream! "
Amber, who had been standing nearby for a long time, finally understood the whole thing. She immediately opened her mouth wide and raised her finger to point to Lilith Kant not far away: "So... so thirty years Before..."
"Yes, Viscount Kant and Master Bellm were actually dead thirty years ago. They died on the spot when the carriage fell down the mountain stream, and the world knew that in the third The Viscountess who went crazy for four days and died after drinking poison was the one who survived. This dream was not created by Viscount Kant in order to recall his lover. On the contrary, it was the Viscountess who accepted the power of the Eternal Sleeper and reshaped her husband in the dream - even letting her husband become a queen in this dream castle. He has been a lord for thirty years and has governed the territory for thirty years! ”
“He manages the territory very well! He manages the castle very well! Even if this is a dream, why can't this dream continue?go! "Lilith Kant's voice suddenly became sharp, her beautiful face was quickly filled with hatred and madness, and the lantern that exuded a soft halo was suddenly enveloped in a layer of light that was reminiscent of starlight. Purple light - the power provided by the Eternal Sleeper has allowed this woman to maintain her youthfulness for thirty years, but now it's finally time for the cult's magic to demand a price. One second she was still controlling the lantern, and the next second she has become Servant of this lamp, “Why have you come to destroy all this! Why have you come to wake the sleeping man! If you don't come...if you don't come...everything will always be wonderful! ! ”
A huge and twisted black shadow took shape behind the Viscountess. Dots of starlight flickered in the shadow. It suddenly condensed a sharp claw from the illusion, whistling and stabbing at Gao. Wen's chest, and the voice from the shadow overlapped with Lilith Kant's voice: "What good will it do you to destroy all this! ? "
Gawain raised his hand, and the pioneer sword was already blocking the claws of chaos: "You have used the lives of thousands of people to maintain all this, and it is about to threaten this." Everyone in the entire land, so destroying it would be in my best interest! "
At the same time, in the ruins behind the main building of the castle, Knight Philip raised his long sword high, and then slashed it down hard.
The castle was making a terrible sound behind him , a low rumbling sound kept coming from the direction of the north tower. Although the main body of the castle was still intact and stable, the entire north tower gradually fell apart in the night sky, turning into fragments scattered and floating in the dark night, and there were constant The huge bricks and roofs decomposed and disappeared in the storm.
But Knight Philip did not pay attention to the changes behind him. He faithfully carried out Gawain's orders and used his ability to detect evil to find them. After focusing on the blasphemous aura, he began to excavate the collapsed ruins - the powerful strength of the knight professional allowed him to easily blow away the decayed and fragile stable ruins and slate floors. Finally, a hidden entrance appeared in In front of him.