The red sun rises.
Dawn City, which had been silent all night, became lively again under the golden-red sunlight.
Time passes slowly.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. After a busy day, the silver moon rises from the mist and hangs high in the night sky.
At this time, day and night experienced a new cycle.
At the same time, in the castle guest room of Night Mountain, Gulemo stood up from the sofa: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you three."
"Anyway, you will stay in Night Mountain recently, so let's talk tomorrow."
Gulemo looked to the opposite side while talking.
On the sofa opposite, Mr. Sun, Ms. Moon and their wayward little daughter also stood up.
Mr. Sun: "It's our fault for bothering you so late again."
Gulemo smiled and shook his head: "No, I really like chatting with you two. It's not a bother. Moreover, listening to your experiences is like listening to a poem with ups and downs. In my opinion,
It’s also a kind of artistic practice.”
What Gulemo said was not a lie.
Gulemo spent the entire day today with these two foreign visitors.
After experiencing the unfamiliarity when they first met yesterday, their communication today seemed very harmonious. Moreover, as their chat progressed, Gulemo began to appreciate this young couple more and more.
According to them, they traveled on the continent very early, visited many countries, and witnessed all kinds of people.
He has lived a peaceful life, but also had bizarre experiences of being misunderstood and being hunted. He sounds like the protagonist in an adventure novel, making people addicted to him unconsciously.
Although he was born into a noble family, he did not have the arrogant temperament of the nobles.
To use the famous saying of the Dasman Empire, it means: you can raise your eyes to see gods, and you can also lower your head to see all living beings.
How can someone not appreciate such a temperament?
In addition, these two people spoke nicely, were polite, and respected themselves very much. Gulemo was even more happy and wished he could talk by candlelight until dawn.
But Gulemo was getting older, and although he thought about it in his heart, his body couldn't bear it.
Seeing the moon shining brightly outside the window, Gulemo still stood up and said goodbye.
Before opening the door and leaving, Gulemo looked back at the young couple. For some reason, he always felt that the skin of the lady sitting in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, seemed to be glowing faintly.
Gulemo shook his head, blinked, and looked again:... I must have seen it wrong.
The reason why it seems to be glowing is because Lady Moon's skin is too cold and white, and the moonlight tonight is also very bright. The two of them shine together, creating an illusion.
Gulemo didn't think much, nodded to them one last time, then closed the door and left.
Wait until Gulemo completely leaves.
Before Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun could speak, Tired, playing the arrogant little daughter, couldn't help but resumed her true form as a cat, and complained along the way: "You guys are really good at chatting. Apart from eating and washing, you have already talked enough today.
Six hours!”
After returning from the Holy Glory Church in the morning, Juanjuan began to play the role of the little daughter, and then stayed with them, listening to their conversation with Gulemo.
There is only half an hour of content, which is considered to be useful information. It talks about Gulemo’s dream yesterday.
For the remaining five hours or so, everything we talked about sounded like water like the ocean to Tiongjuan.
The most important thing is, about traveling to the mountains and sea, chasing stars and the moon, encountering uneven roads, rewarding good and punishing evil... these are all stories they made up.
They made it up very well, and they chatted for more than five hours based on the characters they made up.
This is something that Juanjuan can't figure out...
Ms. Moon: "Not all of the stories we tell are made up. A large part of them are based on our experiences, but the extraordinary factors are removed."
Ms. Yue Yue said tiredly and angrily: "You think I'm stupid. Of course I know you are adapting your own experiences, but your adaptation is too outrageous."
For example, if they encounter a dropped money bag on the roadside, they can make up a story about not picking it up on their way out and visiting the owner at night; but the real story is that they picked up the money bag and used the money in it to have a nice meal in a tavern.
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As for finding the owner? Not at all.
Later, I met the owner by chance, and they quietly returned the certificate of identity of the owner in the wallet to them.
Because the identity certificate is of no use to them, and it would be a piece of cake to return it to others.
"I did pick up the money bag and returned it to the owner... Don't roll your eyes at me, just tell me whether I returned it in the end?" Ms. Moon rubbed her tired hair: "What's wrong with the process being a bit artistic?
?As long as what I say turns out to be true, then it is true."
Juanjuan: "I actually don't care about you guys designing your characters. I'm just confused. How can you actually enjoy it?"
For normal people, just making up a rough background is enough.
Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun are not like this at all. They directly made up more than ten years of experience.
If Gulemo hadn't been physically unable to bear it, I guess they could have continued to compile it.
Faced with the accusation of tiredness, Ms. Moon shrugged: "You are a little kitten, what do you know? This is called artistic processing and artistic communication."
"As a person who pursues art, of course I can enjoy it."
Juanjuan stared at Ms. Moon in disbelief: "???"
Is this art? What kind of art? Moreover, when you use me, I am your little daughter, and when you don’t need me, I am just a kitten?!
Ms. Moon glared back unceremoniously: "Haven't you read fairy tale books? Haven't you watched plays? Aren't those stories all artistically processed?"
"You can understand that the background and story I just compiled is that I am writing fairy tales and travel notes. It is normal to have artistic processing!"
Listening to Ms. Yue's confident words, Juan Juan wanted to refute. But after doing so, he found that he could not find a reason to refute.
In the end, I could only let my arrogance drift away, muttered "strong words", and then withered again.
Ms. Moon: "I'm not arrogant, I'm creating art."
Juanjuan no longer wanted to listen to Ms. Moon's nonsense, and turned to look at Mr. Sun: "Hey, it's been a day. Have you contacted me over there?"
They are not wasting their time by continuing to stay here.
In the early morning, after an analysis at Shenghui Church, they found that it was difficult to crack the "Infinite Dream Bridge" by relying on them alone.
So, they decided to ask for foreign aid.
And the best foreign aid is definitely the dream wizard.
Juanjuan had lived in the Prophet's Temple since he was a child and didn't know much about the wizards in the Western Continent's wizarding world. Therefore, it was natural for Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon, two natives of the Western Continent, to ask for foreign aid.
Now, I watched Gulemo return to the bedroom and prepare to fall asleep.
But it seems the foreign aid hasn’t arrived yet?
Mr. Sun: "Don't worry, I have contacted the local Guangyao Church this morning. If nothing unexpected happens, foreign aid should be arriving soon."
"Guangyao Church?" Juanjuan was a little confused: "It's the church again? Is it related to Shenghui Church?"
Mr. Sun: "It has something to do with it."
The Guangyao Church is considered a very large wizarding organization in the Western Continent wizarding world.
There is even a Glorious Church in Crow Castle, which shows the strong dominance of this organization.
The Shenghui Church in the Dasman Empire was actually founded by the wizards of the Guangyao Church, but most people within the Shenghui Church did not know this.
Only the top pope and the three cardinals know that behind them is the Glorious Church.
Of course, this matter is an undisclosed secret in the mortal world. But for the wizards of the West Continent, this is not really a secret.
After listening to Mr. Sun's story, what Juanjuan is most concerned about is not the relationship between the Guangyao Church and the Shenghui Church, but: "A religious organization can actually open a church inside your Crow Castle?"
Tiredness is not a wizard, but it knows wizards very well. Wizards pursue the truth, so how can they believe in religion? Can this religion even flourish?
Mr. Sun: "It sounds like the Guangyao Church is like a religious organization, but in fact it is not. The Guangyao Church is more of a gathering of demon hunters."
"Witcher?"
Mr. Sun nodded: "The main business of the Guangyao Church is demon hunting. Whether it is abyss demons, otherworldly demons, or undead banshees, they are all targets of demon hunting."
"As long as they pay a high price, they dare to hunt any evil spirit."
To be continued...