Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Ding.

A gold coin was thrown high, spinning in the air for several times before falling into someone's hand.

Mr. Wandering Magician lowered his head and looked at the front of the coin in his hand. His brows furrowed slightly and then slowly opened: "Hermes' behavior was indeed under His instructions, or was carried out in accordance with His expectations..." Grosse What exactly is in "Your Travels"?"

"That should be a very important thing, otherwise it wouldn't be worth asking his subordinates to get it for him."

"I should go look inside."

Mr. Wandering Magician put the gold coins away and whispered: "I wish I could appear where Hermes is."

Snapped! He snapped his fingers as a signal to grant his wish, but nothing happened.

The wandering magician didn't find it strange. After all, it was no exaggeration to say that he was heavily guarded by the opponent. It was normal that he could not directly catch Hermes when he wished. After thinking for a few seconds, He said again: "I hope I appear next to Grossehl's Travels."

Snapped! He snapped his fingers again, and this time the picture in front of him became blurry for a moment, as if he was going to use the power of the "door" to teleport him somewhere. He saw a piece of land that was overgrown with weeds and somewhat desolate, as well as several huge stone pillars hundreds of meters high, some leaning and some standing upright on the ground. But just as he was about to go, he was suddenly resisted by another force, causing the transmission to be unsuccessful. After the blur and vivid colors receded in the blink of an eye, Mr. Wandering Magician found that he was still where he was and did not appear anywhere else.

After thinking for a moment, He snapped his fingers again. This time, the gray mist created an illusion of the kingdom of God around Him, and His voice became high and ethereal, full of majesty:
"Let me show up where Grossell's Travels is."

Suddenly, the colors around him became extremely bright.

Even though the force of resistance still existed, the spirit world took the initiative to open a way for Him. The next moment, the wandering magician discovered that he was not in the spiritual world. He had only gone through a transition in the spiritual world, traveling through the spiritual world and entering a slightly illusory world.

This world is no different from reality, except that the picture seems to have been blurred dozens of times, like what a highly myopic person sees after taking off his glasses. The edges of any object have distortion in the eyes, but when they get closer, they seem to change. Be a little clearer.

Here is the dream.

"Grossell's Travels was hidden in a dream by Hermes?"

Could it be that the power of dreams still exists in this book? The wandering magician had an idea for a while, but couldn't figure out the details. At this point, he was about to meet Hermes, so he should announce his identity and a name at the same time. He has already thought of a name for his new identity. He had already given it a name when he created the "Fully Automatic Wishing Machine", a funny sealed object.

His name is Merlin Hermes.

It just so happens that "Hermes" and "Hermes" are different variations of the same name. At a high level, names have mystical connections. This sentence is indeed correct. Isn't He going to meet Hermes now? ?

After being ignored for a period of time, the "fully automatic wish-making machine" is now selling quite well. Mr. Merlin is responding to these wishes according to his mood. Most of the wishes currently are made by ordinary people, including But it is not limited to "hope to restore my home to its original state", "get a lot of money", "escape to xxx", there are also a small amount of "hope my appearance will return to normal", "hope my family and I will be healthy again" ", and "I hope my family can be resurrected"...

The last one is realized the fastest, but at the same time, the wish maker must leave their familiar hometown with their family.

He will not be stingy about realizing your appearance and body wishes, but he will also consider them based on the actual situation.

As for those who try to exchange a penny for [-] gold pounds, those who sincerely ask for help are nothing more than those who are simply greedy will only make Mr. Merlin laugh, and then arrange for the other party to meet on the road and be willing to buy him for [-] gold pounds. organs or life's little pranks.

In addition, there is also a slight desire to show human malice. Mr. Wandering Magician also heard a small number of people praying devoutly to this weird safe-like thing, begging that they can die like this because they are in this world. There is no longer any thoughts.

This was the only wish that Mr. Merlin was unwilling to realize immediately.

He travels through the world of dreams. Dreams connect many architectural combinations in reality. As you walk, a straight road will gradually turn into a narrow alley. A door appears at the end of the alley. When you open the door, it is not a certain room, but a broad city center. The square in the city center was folded, the streets and the ground opposite rose vertically at [-] degrees, and the houses and buildings were all spread vertically in the sky.

Mr. Merlin looked at this bizarre scene and felt a little nostalgic for a movie about dreams he had seen in the old days.

Intuition told him that every door and window around here might represent someone's spiritual world. And every brick, tile, plant and tree in the dream may be someone's dream.

"He probably hasn't obtained the authority over dreams and souls yet."

Merlin pulled up the brim of his hat and snapped his fingers bluntly: "I want to appear in the dreamland where "Grossell's Travels" is located."

The next moment, the dream world twisted rapidly. The whole world spun and turned before his eyes, and then restored with another appearance in an instant.

He appeared in a clearing with a wooden door.

There were no walls or buildings around, and a wooden door stood so bare and weirdly upright on the ground.

Merlin pushed open the door. Behind the door was a wasteland with chaotic stone pillars, which seemed to be the remains of some kind of giant building, just like what he had seen in a momentary hallucination. There was no creature in the dream, only the familiar book "Grossell's Travels" lying quietly on the grass, dropped a little crookedly, but the cover was clean.

He walked over and flipped through the book.

The story inside has ended, and the epilogue on the last page reads, "The heroes who came from afar defeated the King of the North, and people lived a happy life." Although there was no trace of Hermes, Merlin knew that the other party must have Entering the world in the book, he thought for a moment and realized that he might have missed something. Even though the other party was Hermes, he should still bring a helper who was good at "dreams" or "mind".

"Is Leonard okay?"

Leonard alone may not be able to do it, but it might be enough to bring Pales, but since it is Hermes who is here, it is about the soul. It's a pity that Audrey left, otherwise I could have asked for help directly if she was here... Merlin sighed silently in his heart.

But it doesn’t matter, if you don’t have it, just go and steal some.

With Source Castle here, he could use the power of the "Stealer", so how could Hermes' "soul" authority not be his own.

With this thought in mind, Mr. Merlin picked up "Grossell's Travels" and prepared to smear some of his own blood on it. He stared at his finger for a long time, and finally made a wish to obtain a drop of blood without harming himself.

It’s more convenient to make a wish. As soon as this thought flashed through Merlin's mind, the white wind and snow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Amidst the snowflakes as big as feathers and the biting cold wind, a city with an outer wall more than 15 meters high stood not far away. The gatekeepers in leather armor huddled in a place that could shelter them from the wind and snow. As long as there was no caravan, there would be nothing Be willing to come up and intercept ordinary pedestrians.

The magician straightened his hat, looked around, spread out his palms, and caught several snowflakes. He felt that they were ice cold and quickly melted into water in his hands.

"It's not a dream... this is almost the real world, a world that is indistinguishable from 'reality'."

A piece of knowledge and vocabulary instantly appeared in his mind, and a Sequence 0 name almost blurted out: "Imaginary! This is a world that was dreamed up. Considering the time when it appeared, this book must have belonged to the Dragon King. Angelweed, the Dragon of Fantasy... It is incredible that a dragon king would set the final villain of the story to be a dragon... No wonder no one thinks of him..."

What I want to do in the future, I can also deliberately lean in the direction of devaluing myself, so as to mislead others.

"It turns out that in such an imagined 'real world', everyone also has an imagined consciousness and soul. The secret of this book should be hidden in the dreams of people in this world, or in their subconscious ocean. …”

In this way, Hermes should have gone straight to the subject as soon as he arrived, having already entered the subconscious ocean.

This touches on Mr. Merlin's blind spot of knowledge - there are no high-sequence sealed objects of the "Dreamer" path on Origin Castle, and he cannot "borrow" spiritual abilities by making wishes. But there are always more solutions than difficulties. If you can't solve the difficulties, then solve the people who caused them. Merlin snapped his fingers and said:

"I wish I were in Hermes' presence at once."

……

In a relatively remote place in the city of Pesote, there is a church made of stones with a rough appearance that needs to be polished.

The most conspicuous and exquisite thing inside is an altar, on which stands a wooden cross and a tall figure carrying the cross.

The ascetic monk Snowman was sitting in the front row, facing the statue of the god, with his head buried and his eyes closed, praying intently.

He is a middle-aged man who is not old but has some wrinkles. He wears a simple white robe that has been washed countless times. He has short brown hair. His exposed arms, shoulders, calves and feet are covered with various kinds of stains. old scars.

Earlier, an elderly man came in at the door of the church, and a humanoid creature who was tightly wrapped in a cloth robe and could not distinguish race and gender at all. The elderly human male is wearing a white robe that is slightly similar to the surrounding environment, and some gold jewelry favored by the "Sun" pathway. He looks quite distinguished. The contours of his face are soft, and his expression is old and gentle, giving him the aura of a clergyman or scholar.

They were so eye-catching, no matter from any angle, but the passers-by and the few believers in the church didn't even look at them and completely ignored them.

The humanoid creature wrapped in cloth stopped outside the church door and waited without saying a word. The elderly human being entered the church. The praying ascetic noticed his presence and opened his eyes in surprise.

"...Are you His Highness Hermes?"

Seeing the other party's face, Hermes, who originally just saw the symbol of the Creator and came to pray, was also slightly startled. Then his expression softened, and his light golden eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness.

"It's me, I remember you." His voice was gentle, "You were one of the ascetics who left carrying the cross. I forgot your name, but I still remember your face and the day you left."

"Yes, it's me. I'm honored to be able to meet you. I've seen your portrait in the holy book."

Snowman's face was full of surprise. It was such an honor to be remembered by an angel, so much so that he even temporarily forgot to introduce himself. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Hermes laugh and ask:
"What kind of city is this? How long have you been here?"

Snowman quickly put away the joy on his face and became serious and solemn:
"This is a city that once had a hero. In the extremely distant past, the evil dragon King of the North occupied this place, making it cold all year round and barren of grass. It was not until a long time later that heroes came from afar to defeat the King of the North. King, let the warmth and spring return to this land. However, the names of those ancient heroes have not been passed down to future generations, and even their images have long been obliterated by time."

At this point, his expression became a little regretful, completely unaware that he was telling his own story.

"This city, like its residents, has virtues such as generosity and gentleness. It is said that the heroes in the past came from different races, so all races can coexist peacefully here. This is why I choose to stay here and preach. s reason."

After Hermes quietly listened to the words of the ascetic monk Snowman, he suddenly smiled and asked:

"do you miss home?"

"Where is your hometown?"

"Do you want to go back? How long have you been here? Do you ever want to go back to the eternally warm and happy country where you were born?"

"Missing home?" Ascetic Monk Snowman repeated the question, the confusion in his eyes fleeting, and he replied firmly, "Your Highness Hermes, my hometown is at the foot of the highest mountain in the Eastern Continent. A peaceful little village that makes a living by farming. I watched the sun rise from the top of the mountain every day, and since then, I have firmed up my desire to spread the brilliance of the sun and spread the gospel of the Lord.”

"I came to this town in the 20th year of my penance and stayed here to spread the gospel of the Lord."

"I voluntarily choose the path of asceticism, give up love, stay away from enjoyment, do not hold power, polish my body, temper my spirit, and serve my Lord. From today on, I will never change, never change!"

When saying this, Snowman repeated his last vow twice, his eyes and words becoming more firm.

But on the contrary, there was a loneliness and uneasiness in his heart that could not be erased. As an ascetic monk, he should not stop somewhere. He should keep moving forward, keep telling, and keep using his actions to influence others until the day he closes his eyes and dies in the sun.

His mood gradually became depressed, lost, and melancholy.

Obviously, he was infected by the corresponding memories in his own subconscious.

He was accidentally injured while doing penance, spilled his blood on the travel notes, and was forced to end his vow. It has been 3000 years ago.

Hermes smiled, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, and made a cross on his chest: "You did a good job. You are an outstanding ascetic. It was me who offended you. I'm sorry. It turned out that I didn't want to go back." You, but me.”

The unknown creature that had been silent outside the church door suddenly spoke, and spoke the deep and rich dragon language voice of the giant dragon Arihog:
"Does the being you believe in now allow you to worship your past beliefs?"

Hermes did not let the ascetic Snowman hear this. He replied: "In this world, there is always one sun."

Snowman didn't understand why this sentence appeared suddenly, without any cause or effect, but he felt that it might be the angel next to this god who was lamenting that besides the sun, there were so many evil gods and abominable secrets in the world. Belief. Therefore, he closed his eyes and prayed devoutly to his Lord in his heart, praying that people in this world could understand the greatness and glory of the Creator and the Sun God.

Arihog also stopped making other comments on Hermes' "want to go back" and other remarks. He spoke again:
"time to go."

"Really, even the time for me, an old man, to be nostalgic is so limited." Hermes said with a smile. He pressed his knees and stood up from the prayer seats in the first row. Before he could stand upright, a sudden shock hit his shoulders. An extra hand came out and pushed him back.

Hermes turned his head and saw a young man wearing a top hat and black robe appearing on the empty seat next to him.

"Hello."

The young man pressed the brim of his hat as a salute and showed a polite smile: "I am a wandering magician. You can call me Merlin Hermes. If you don't mind, I hope to perform a magic trick for you. .”

Hermes was silent for a moment, and Arihog outside the church began to slowly retreat, ready to escape at any time. One person and one dragon could tell at a glance that the other party was definitely not someone they could easily challenge, so they had to avoid direct conflict for the time being:
"What magic?"

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, handed it to Hermes' eyes, opened it, and found nothing in his hand.

"Please see."

He clenched his fist suddenly, and then disappeared on the seat next to Hermes. Hermes suddenly felt that a certain part of his body disappeared, his authority was blank, and his power to enter dreams and hearts was gone!

"Your extraordinary abilities are mine."

TBC
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Amidst the laughter of the magician's successful performance, Mr. Merlin first entered the subconscious ocean in "Grossell's Travels"!