"Dear Mr. Police, I am a veterinarian... Well, you may not know how this profession is treated in Backlund. In short, this is a profession that is more popular than most doctors. After all, those pets raised by noble families, It costs hundreds of gold pounds at least, and you should understand that many gentlemen and ladies who pride themselves on respectability do not have the entire savings of their families to reach this amount."
"So?" Listening to Snow introducing his profession, Dunn nodded slightly, and then asked following his words.
"So? It's normal for a young, rich, and handsome man to have a bit of femininity, right?" Snow waved his arms in an exaggerated way, and his coquettish temperament was immediately apparent.
After all, Dunn was an experienced nightmare. He had seen the dreams of many people and was quite experienced in this kind of situation. However, before he could react, he saw Snow suddenly become depressed as if his color had faded. He said in a tone like a drunkard who had drunk too much:
"But who would have thought that that woman was actually the mistress of the person talking to the Walz Party! If I had known her background earlier, I would have never provoked her, okay? I even suspected that this was what they had done to me. Damn it! Let me tell you, those gangsters in Backlund and the gangsters in Tingen are completely different concepts. They are truly murderers without blinking an eye!"
Seeing Snow's mood becoming more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately comforted him:
"Since you are so scared, just go to the police station with me. After confirming that there is no problem with you, we will protect you."
"Police station? That's fine. Does your prison have a single room? It's best to lock me up and no one can visit me! Oh, of course, the food should be better. Fish and chips are already the bottom line. You can't Forcing me, a middle-class person with an income of more than 50 pounds this month, to eat pig food..." Listening to Snow's words, the corners of Dunn's mouth twitched slightly. Although he knew that people's thoughts can easily go astray in dreams, such a request to let oneself go , it was the first time he heard it.
However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, but continued to maintain the development of the dream, taking Snow along the way towards the police station.
…
About fifteen minutes later, when he saw the captain and Leonard appearing at the door of the hotel again, Klein's anxious heart finally relaxed. It wasn't until the two entered the car again that he couldn't help but ask:
"How about it?"
"His behavior in the dream was also normal, and there were no obvious contradictions in his words. I tried to give him many opportunities to escape, but he always maintained a submissive attitude, and even jumped directly when there was danger on the road. Hiding behind me, as if the safest place is around me, well, this is in line with the expectations of ordinary people with small assets for the police."
"Yes, only those who have something on their minds will seize the opportunity to escape, just like me..." Dunn's words undoubtedly reminded Klein of his previous dream, and he couldn't help but curse. Then, he turned to look at Renner Germany.
Feeling Klein's gaze, Leonard spread his hands and said:
"There are no extraordinary items in his room, and there are no traces of climbing on the windows. Although there is perfume in the box, it is just an ordinary men's perfume, not the essential oils required for ritual magic. Hydrosols are the only ones that have something to do with the occult. It's a silver antique knife, but it's only three or four hundred years old, so it's not an extraordinary item. If there's anything unusual about it, it's that he's so handsome! He's only a little bit worse than me... ...Well, okay, I admit, he is a little more handsome than me."
The usual frivolous words relaxed the originally serious atmosphere. As the carriage started again, the conversation among several people began to turn to Klein's upcoming mission to join the team...
Watching the carriage leave, Snow, who had come out of his dream, gently rubbed the little kitten that was licking its paws. Although he knew that he had probably passed the test, he still did not relax his vigilance and just lay on the bed casually.
, lazily in a daze.
"Heinerson Vincent is dead, and I have cut off his notes. I have removed the two opportunities that increased Dunn's mental burden. Now we will see how that crappy screenwriter will change the script..."
Just as Snow was thinking, an image of a horse made of white clouds suddenly appeared in his mind. As the horse ran in his mind, waves of murmurs began to echo in his ears -
"The Lord of Mysteries is just a novel. There are many readers who have read it, but none of them have been contaminated, nor have they been watched by high-ranking beings. Therefore, I will not be contaminated by the knowledge I gained from the story of The Lord of Mysteries.
and gaze…”
The sound was layered and repeated, constantly stimulating Snow's nerves, and along with this process, his spirituality also drained away quickly like a river bursting its banks. But the strange thing is that almost every second, he would be
Taking away a quarter of the current total spiritual energy, but his spirituality has always remained at three-quarters.
The murmuring in his ears lasted for a full minute before it finally stopped. Only then did Snow finally breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw from the semi-meditative state.
"It must be that broken pen again! It's really killing me. How can a writer do it without sharpening it?"
Gently rubbing the throbbing eyebrows, Snow slowly adjusted his mental state. The world of the Lord of Mysteries is such a trap. Without a strong enough golden finger, the travelers of Duolong Aotian will have to kneel when they come.
Yes, Snow is indeed a time traveler, and he is the most miserable type. Travelers from other worlds are familiar with the plot, which is equivalent to taking the resources of the entire world, and the mysterious world... let alone the plot bonus
Yes, knowledge itself is poisonous!
In fact, it was just a matter of entering the world of the Lord of Mysteries. The worst thing was that when he woke up, there was a crazy beauty sitting in front of him, pouring a cup of the same green color as scooping it out of Gul'dan's pot.
The viscous liquid with bubbles was pushed in front of him, and he barely said "Drink, this is your destiny".
That is to say, his golden fingers are so powerful, otherwise he would be a member of the crazy group of beauties.
As for his golden finger, it really has a lot of background. Firstly, it is a source of essence called [White Horse is not a horse], and secondly, it is the uniqueness of the sequence corresponding to it - [One-foot-tall.
棰】.
This source of essence and uniqueness does not belong to the twenty-two or even sequences in the original work, nor is it an alien sequence from the old days in the starry sky mentioned in the original work.
If he had to give it a position, Snow felt that this thing was more like what was mentioned in the original work. Before the birth of the Blasphemous Slate, the path for the promotion of extraordinary species——
