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Chapter 382 NO.145 Always Knowing That I Am Me
Berserker, a berserker, belongs to one of the first edition of the seven knights in "What age is it, still playing traditional employment agencies". In a literal sense, most of its servants behave violently, or paranoid, and are even artificially put on Mad spell.

Anyway, more or less, there are some very serious mental abnormalities.

Can't even speak well.

But if the other party can speak fluently—such as the three in front of Omer:
Vlad Tepes, Florence Nightingale, Vivian (crossed out) - Morgan Le Fay.

That's the thing to be careful about.

As we all know, the most dangerous mental patients are usually not those who look manic, but those who look like normal people.

You will feel that they are normal, that is just not enough contact.

Haven't touched their abnormality yet.

Moreover, the berserker gives people the impression that they should be more or less fighters.

Although Uncle Vlad gives people the impression of a widowed old man, he is actually just an uncle, and he doesn't even have the middle-aged feeling of Lancer, which can be regarded as the heyday in the sense of life.

A fighter indeed.

And known as the world's first real female nurse, the founder and pioneer of the nursing profession, Miss Nightingale.

Also a fighter.

Because the life she captured as a follower was also the time when she joined the army when she was young.

Undoubtedly, the medical personnel accompanying the army also carried a pepper bottle pistol that could be regarded as part of the spiritual equipment in their hands-it looked like the kind of pepper bottle pistol with poor accuracy, but what it was, Omer didn't know. easy to say.

Leaving aside the matter of followers, you don't need to make it so clear.jpg
Based on Omer's understanding of the group of traversers, anyone who has lived in this era for more than a week will also be left with some traces by this era, which has nothing to do with being a human or a follower.

Simply - can you really be willing not to switch to those more convenient, more precise, and more powerful firepower?

At least make some changes to your equipment, with the help of the technology of this era.

And that Miss Morgan who can be 1.7 meters tall by visual estimation, and can even be parallel to Aumer's field of vision when counting the high heels...

It is somewhat far-fetched to say that her career is a warrior, but it is calculated from the broad concept of 'fighting something'—

——Well, according to this concept, who is not a fighter, and civilians will still fight with firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Anyway, the job agency over there regarded her as a berserker, so she should be a berserker.

Even if she is carrying a staff that looks very heavy, and can probably be used as a big axe, if she meets her, she will not be able to chant a big magic (from Omo's perspective), that is also Barsaka!
"Mirror", "tower", "court", and "coffin", the great magic mastered by a certain British witch can be roughly divided into the above four types, and the one blooming in the dream at this moment is the 'court'.

A class of spells that can trap targets, including 'Abyss', 'Frustration', 'Innocence', and...'Sweet Dreams'.

Different from the magic "Court of the Innocence" that was used to trap Merlin, the "Court of Dreams" structured by "Dreams" unfolds with an intoxicating dream.

Even though this dream that has already begun to fall apart is a collection of collective spirits, she has also shown amazing magic attainments and reserves of magic power.

But in this way, it also means that this is the same as Nightingale's treasure.

Everyone has a share.

The ideals you want to achieve, the goals you want to achieve, the reunion you want to get, the laurels you want to chase... The dream world of bridging has not returned to the state of the horse racing festival, but has become a little chaotic and weird.

Too many scenes, too many elements, and too many people are all spliced ​​together in this dream world. Even Tony Bianca, who was still being held by Omer, has already broken free from his hand. Landed smoothly in the glow of energy-based skills, and ran wildly on the abruptly appearing-Terra Touring Track.

Omer even saw a few horse girls from the university department who had a relationship with each other on the track.

Apparently, Miss Tony Bianca regards her as an opponent who will compete in the future Terra Awards.

It is her dream to fight with all her strength in such an arena and win the championship.

Similarly, Miss Nightingale's foothold has also become a part of a school.

Omer could see the outline of the teaching building behind her. It was a nursing college. At this moment, many young girls in nurse uniforms and school uniforms were passing by her, nodding to her unchanged appearance.

Obviously, for this head nurse with a paranoid side, her dream is to continue, expand, and thrive as a nurse, saving patients and their voices.

And Uncle Vlad...

He was in his hometown, surrounded by the people.

Without the books and videos that made him Dracula, this was the time of Wallachia.

From children, to adults, to the elderly, men and women are celebrating the festival, and he, who is dressed in fine clothes, looks at his citizens with a warm smile on his face.

There is no trouble of war, no famine, and no one who is forced to be okay...the father who was assassinated, the elder brother who was buried alive, and the younger brother who was killed by himself.

The past is irretrievable, and the only thing worth fighting for is the present, and he was finally able to end the protracted war.

This is the prosperity he longed for during his lifetime.

As strong as a heroic spirit, as strong as a berserker, a paranoid and furious heart will still show the most sincere smile in a beautiful dream.

And Aomo will also welcome the call from the clerk and the horse girl, and he will go to the Two Realms Security Bureau to send a report, and he will also need to go to the appointment one by one for the interview case of the traverser and the interview with the trainer of the horse girl of the three crowns.

"...Are you really just leaving it there and watching?"

Omer in a suit and leather shoes and the girls with blurred faces around him walked a few steps before turning to look at the silver-haired witch.

"I thought you came to thank me for my help to Miss Grey."

"In your eyes, do I seem to be someone who cares about that child?" The witch said lightly, with a vague smile on her lips.

Like a taunt.

It also made Omer respond with the same flatness: "I don't know, but I know that she will no longer grow into the person you are obsessed with."

"Talk to me about this now, okay?"

"..." Omer was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at Uncle Vlad and Ms. Nightingale who were standing not far away, but who seemed to be in two worlds.

The people and the background are obviously as abrupt as the second photo of the Ark of Tomorrow, but they all seem to be extremely immersed, which makes one suspect that their "magic power" is insufficient.

He should go wake those two up, but...

Is it necessary?

"You have hesitated, and you plan to watch here." Morgan's words were still extraordinarily sharp.

Let Omer glance at her, and then look at Miss Ling who is also watching.

This one became quiet, and her low sense of existence was obvious. Omer saw that she was not trapped in any dream at all, but just ran back and forth to other people's dream studios, blended into it with a natural expression, and then drank the wine from others.

She also went very specifically, she only went when she had a dream of drinking.

Omer was speechless.

But he did hear faint piano sounds at this moment.

His gaze was fixed, and when he raised his hands, there were two distinctive mage hands, one on the left and the other on the right, dragged the Grand Duke and the head nurse out of their respective dreams, and at the same time walked towards Ling.

Her direction also happens to be the same direction as the source of the piano sound, so it may not be a coincidence.

"I don't think I disturbed you two."

When the mage's hand stretched out and the huge magic hand did grab the opponent's waist, Omer noticed the stability of the expressions of the two.

There was no disturbance, and it seemed to be a matter of course for a ferocious and terrifying claw to suddenly appear in his own world.

Even Omer can be sure.

At that second, he could see the deepening of the smile on the other party's face.

　In fact, Morgan is an undoubted warrior. His life is constantly blazing, abandoning the glory of the oath, and even the magic staff that heals his companions has become a spear that defeats the enemy. Naturally, an extremely paranoid warrior It's a berserker.

　　But in the memory of Omer's traveler - even the cloud has no chance

　　In that version of the memory, there is no rumor about Britain, and Omer's Morgan's understanding is mixed with historical facts + the disclosure of the related plot of Dumao, which is very primitive and quite biased, so he is not even very friendly.

　　By the way, as Omer, who lives in the online era of dreams and has even seen custom-made sweet dreams, he is 'resistant' to sweet dreams.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)