"Is this..." Wright stared at Miyou's arm and was shocked. He was speechless for a moment, his lips twitched, and he didn't say even one word.
After two or three seconds of trance, he picked up Mi You and placed it on the old mahogany bed. By the way, he thoughtfully covered Mi You with a thin quilt with long blurred patterns.
Boom!
The dull thunder suddenly broke through the silent "Wuxin Village" night sky. At almost the same time, the huge sound of rain like soybeans poured into the ears of several people.
"It's raining, Brother Light." The wind looked outside through the half-closed door.
"Yes." Wright looked at Feng and nodded:
"I have to wait for Bret to get up and ask about his arrangements, but the general situation cannot change. No matter what the weather is today, we have to enter the city ruins through the main line. There are so many strange things these days."
Wright turned his gaze to Miyou beside him and said with his eyes out of focus:
"I had a strange nightmare on the train of 'YongDong', foreseeing a lost man, who claimed to be a profession of [Fraudster]. Later, I met the blood clan Miyou, after all, it was a child introduced by Aaron. He was willing to make friends with me, and the benefits he received were greater than rejection. And I had seen the strength of this child. His long whip filled with blood breath was powerful enough to instantly kill most unintelligent people."
Wright didn't care about Mi You's reaction behind her, and said to herself like she was talking to herself:
"I met that woman again, the brown-haired woman behind her. She is like you, Feng, a half-lost person. Of course, Miyu said just now that she is a woman with a profession, right? [Prayer] is another unheard-of-heard profession. But according to the non-staff members of the legion, she seemed to be able to understand the 'confused singing'. So she took him into the car."
"Brother Wright, although I don't understand, I was shocked. I feel like you are in a lot of trouble." Feng Suisheng echoed.
"Yes. Later I met Yulan, the loser in rank 4. He was very powerful and caused us to suffer through the "hope" sandworm bound by evil souls. Molos also chose to die with it. This should be the first time I have seen the power of the dark magic source power that is truly used for combat." Wright sighed.
"Grandpa once said that the dark magic source power is one of the three upper magic source powers, and it is a desperate force." Feng added with his tender youth voice.
"That's right. That's right. Actually, before I woke up just now, I had a dream, and I seemed to have entered the gray dream again. That mysterious dream that can communicate with other lost people or psychics. But this time I saw the mechanical manipulator controlled by the gods. I found that the closer I got to myself, the more I could fall into some fantasy and mysterious events. Mi You's abnormal behavior just now made me realize that this world is more mysterious and more unpredictable." Wright moved his sight down and placed it on Mi You, who was normally undulating in his chest and had already entered a sleep state safely, and said:
"Pray to the gods, and if you want to fulfill your wish, you have to sacrifice. The blood tribe sacrifices and uses blood. This is indeed the style of the evil gods. The old god system is completely different from the order gods I know. Is it true that one is light and the other is dark?"
After Wright finished speaking, he smiled bitterly.
Just as the wind behind him slowly took two steps forward and wanted to comfort him, Mi You in front of him suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Wright with the protruding eyeballs that almost escaped from her eye sockets.
After only a second, the red part of the eyes quickly retreated, and the eyeballs quickly retracted, becoming the normal brown pupils known to people from the West Land.
"Wright...Brother?" Mi You's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a slight sense of weakness.
"Miyou?" Wright said vigilantly.
"Why am I... here?" Miyou looked around in confusion.
He shook his head hard and looked around.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have used all the human body, the power of the lost person supported a wooden board at the head of the old mahogany bed, barely sat up from the bed, looking at Wright with a confused look on his face and the wind behind him.
"You..." Wright asked tentatively:
"Do you know what you did just now?"
"Me?" Miyou pointed a finger at him and asked in confusion:
"Aren't you dreaming?"
"If you dream..." Wright paused thoughtfully, and then echoed:
"Maybe it's just a nightmare. But do you remember what you did before dreaming? I had a nightmare just now. After all, everyone was in a bad mood after Molos's death, and it was normal to forget something."
"Yes, by the way, I forgot the advice my master gave me, and also the things that Mr. Aaron had warned me many times. [Thieves] professions look beautiful and wonderful, able to contact many other professions, replicate and use their abilities, but I must also have the eyes of eagles, otherwise I will be hurt. I remember," Miyou rubbed his dry and tired eyes for a moment and said:
"When I was in the back seat, I touched the woman. She was a [Prayer]. I heard Mr. Aaron say that [Prayer] can communicate with greater gods in the name of other orderly gods, or dedicate part of my body to be protected by the gods and realize their wishes. I felt very interesting, so I tried to use this ability. But from yesterday afternoon to now, I feel confused, I don't know what I'm doing, nor what I've done. I remember that I went to this house and went to bed. Brother Wright, what did I do? Was it influenced by the gods?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Miyou suddenly looked at Wright in horror. His eyes no longer had any terrifying aura. Instead, it revealed a teenager-worthy aura, and a sense of desire like a "human".
"You are basically influenced by the gods. But I want to ask a question." Wright wanted to confirm something.
"What?"
"How long does it take for the ability of other professions you steal, or use, or how many times it takes?" Wright asked, his dark eyes showing anxiety.
"Well, I am now in the rank 5th level, which belongs to the rank rank rank that most losers have. The time limit for using the ability after contacting this level is three hours, and it must be used within this time. Otherwise, after the magic source power is dissipated, you have to contact again. The number of times, it can only be used once. If I can break through to rank 4th level, I can greatly improve my ability and even break through certain restrictions. However, my master has never told me the specific content, and he said I need to understand it myself." Mi You replied seriously.
"If this happens, it's okay." Wright breathed a sigh of relief, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
"You be careful next time, Miyou. That woman," Wright said, turning around and pointing at the still sleeping brown-haired woman:
"The object of her prayer is not the orderly god, but the evil god, the god of the old god system mentioned by Molos. You seem to have been bewitched by Him, but the influence is not great. Fortunately, you are the existence of the lost blood clan. If it were someone else, you would either fall into madness or commit suicide. I think you should have a good rest. I remember Brett told us his arrangements, at least before noon today, we must enter the Dunusk ruins, otherwise the journey will be delayed. If we cannot reach the quiet highland on time, our plans will be delayed."
Wright said, stroking Miyou's dark red hair friendly.
Although he prefers his white hair that is similar to Brett when he is on the "Permanent Movement" train, he likes the state of their father-son appearance.
But in fact, as far as the aesthetic feeling is concerned, red hair reflects a desire for "blood" and should be more in line with the identity of the blood clan.
"Ahem."
Just as Wright was immersed in his inner judgment of Miyou's hair color, two old coughs came from the next door.
Even though the sound of heavy rain was mixed with, the cough sound seemed extremely clear, as if it was not in the same plane as the sound of rain.
"It's grandpa who woke up. Brother Wright, go and divinate." Feng said close to Wright's ear, as if he was unwilling to let Mi You, the young man who was crazy just now, notice his [Dream Maker] grandpa.
"Then I'll go next door first, you can have a good rest. I'll wake up Brett in two hours and listen to his more specific arrangements."
Wright showed a kind-hearted smile to Miyou, as if filled with sunshine.
"Okay, Brother Light." Miyou nodded slightly.
...
After a second of quick walk in the pouring rain, Wright and Feng quickly came to the eaves of the next room.
After bent his right fingers and knocking on the old wooden door three times with his joints, Wright heard a sound that seemed to be playing a violin with extremely poor techniques, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Is it wind? And Mr. Wright, right? Come in."
After pushing open the broken wooden door, Wright and Feng quickly stepped into the slightly dim room.
Feng rushed straight into the arms of "[Dreammaker] Grandpa" he said with joy, while Wright chose to examine the surrounding environment first.
It is naturally affected by the security code of the Guards in their subconscious mind.
Compared to what he was in when he woke up, the room where Mi You was in was considered a "normal" room.
Apart from being narrow, there is an old wooden floor on the ground, and a crystal chandelier hanging above the head that seems to be inoperable.
The oak desk in the middle of the house showed a sense of civilization.
On it is quietly placed an ink bottle without a label, a black leather notebook, and a standard cylindrical, dark green pen.
In addition, there is a five-story bookshelves next to it. Wright slowly walked up and looked carefully. In addition to a few history books, there are also several handwritten travel logs on the upper floor, which seem to be able to confirm the statement that "[Dream Maker] Grandpa" had traveled to the Western Land.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. It's too small. Look, I can't even put a bed. I can only put down the sofas I found in the ruins of the city, so I let you live in a few other rooms. I think I'm still wronged you, and I hope you don't get angry."
"[Dream Maker] Grandpa" in the wind said in the twisted violin voice, slowly got up and walked to Wright.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Imperial soldiers often go to various cities, towns, and dangerous suburbs in the Empire, and I have adapted a long time ago." Wright said politely.
He looked down at "Grandpa [Dream Maker]", showing as natural expression as possible.
It was an old face, covered with wrinkles and age spots, but without any scars.
In Wright's view, the [Dream Maker] in front of him is either an extremely conservative person who knows how to escape danger.
Either an extremely powerful person who can manually destroy all dangers.
After all, almost all the humans he encountered in the wasteland world had scars on his face. Apart from himself, a time traveler, there were only a few people without scars.
The [Dream Maker] in front of him was slightly hunched over. Judging from his appearance, he was at least 60 years old.
He was about 1.7 meters tall and was wrapped in a black cotton coat made of animal fur that could cover most of his body.
He seemed to be inconvenient to his legs and feet. When he moved his foot to Wright, he always relied on a broken wooden crutch he had picked up from somewhere.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, after meeting Wright, he still stubbornly pushed the wind aside and refused his support.
"I smelled a breath from you that is not human."
After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, [Dream Maker] spoke first and broke the brief silence.
"Yes, I don't deny it. But some things are my secrets and I don't really want to be investigated. And I want to make it clear that I am not the loser, that is the enemy of our Sunnepal Empire. I am a superpower at best."
Wright subconsciously emphasized his identity.
After several battles and limited use of the red magic power, Wright seemed to be able to vaguely sense the mysterious and unique smell of the lost.
It’s just that the mutual perception between the lost people is through approximate physical aspects or the overflow of magic power.
And Wright's is a mysterious and mysterious spiritual perception.
"You are here to divine, right? My grandson likes to invite the imperial soldiers who live in the villages and settlements, but no soldier has ever been interested in it. After all, many of them are 'believers of the Lord of Machinery'. In other words, they only believe in steam machinery, science and various weapons, and are in a state of complete disgust with magic. And you are the first person to agree to the invitation of the wind here. In the dark, there must be some kind of connection created by the Creator between us." [Dream Maker] said with a kind smile.
"Contact? I'm just interested in divination. I know that connection is objective, diverse, and universal. However, I do come to divination." Wright responded with a smile:
"You know my name, Wright. I also want to take the liberty to ask your name. You know, if the person you are talking to is a mysterious person who doesn't know his name and only knows his approximate identity, it would be very tiring to talk to him."
Chapter completed!