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Chapter 383 NO.146 Can't see through older people, I still can't see through you?

The melodious piano music continues.

It's just not very clear.

The current dream world, under the domination of Ms. Morgan's 'court' magic, is composed of different dream images spliced ​​together to form a complex space like a kaleidoscope.

Different dreams are like different worlds, distinct from each other, even the sound is difficult to convey.

At this time, even if the piano music is only a vague aftertaste, it can still express the intuitive sense of incongruity.

But at this moment, a certain head nurse said straightforwardly: "I leave it to you, is it okay?"

Since she was dragged out of her dream by Omer, she had already looked around, and when she landed on the floor, she said this, which made everyone else turn their heads to look.

Omer was also slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that someone would leave the team as soon as he arrived.

But it became clear immediately.

"Going to help the wounded?"

Knowing the historical deeds of this Miss Nightingale, it is not difficult to guess this point.

Not to mention that in his alien memory, there are many cases that are too intuitive and clear.

"That's right," Nightingale said, not wanting to waste any time, just staring at Homa, as if he was the leader of the team, "Can you allow it?"

If the mob cannot be restrained, just helping the wounded will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It is not that the head nurse does not understand this truth.

But after she saw Flanders III and Morgan Le Fay, she felt that she should go to reality.

"Yes, let's go." Also without wasting time, Homa just nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the piano sound.

The Grand Duke and the poet on the side also followed at the same time.

Although he also agrees with the decision to race against time at this moment, there is still a small problem right now.

Let his pace only take two steps, it is a meal.

All three turned their heads and looked at the woman who was still standing there.

"Shouldn't you be saving some remote magic?" Omer frowned.

And the one who didn't move was just the witch standing in the distance holding the long staff, she just smiled and asked:
"Do I have a reason to make a move?"

"...Since that's the case, please be careful when you are in the auditorium."

After pondering for a while, he felt that the chance of persuading the other party was not high, so Amo simply turned around, not caring about the more subtle smile when the other party heard his words.

It doesn't matter if Morgan doesn't come to the town in person, after all, he really doesn't know what the other party can do.

It would be better to say that being able to bond the dream is already a great help, and I have no reason to continue to ask the other party to do something.

Considering the overall situation and morality, it may not be able to convince the incomplete image of the demon concubine in his memory.

To be honest, he thinks that Miss Ling should be enough, although he prefers to do it himself.

Then he heard Miss Ling suddenly say: "Mr. Linton."

"What's the matter? Don't say you're leaving the team too."

Thinking of this possibility, Homais couldn't help but feel that he was probably played very thoroughly.

No one really wants to see the devil punch the apostle, right?
Although this sounds a bit religious at first glance.

But in fact, without the contribution of the monster card, he didn't have the confidence to break the AT position.

"Of course not," Ling was dumbfounded by the other party's vigilant gaze, "I just wanted to ask what you plan to do."

"Isn't the captain Shi Huaiya?"

It's fine for Ms. Nightingale to report to herself. Why did you come here to ask me about the action plan?
Although Omer did not stop, his eyes were refocused on the observation and confirmation of his surroundings.

But when he said this, the corners of his mouth still twitched.

"Miss Shi said, I will follow your instructions in my dream."

"...? I think Miss Ling's experience is only a lot more than mine."

"Listening to those two troublesome sisters talking a lot, I would like to see what Mr. Linton is capable of."

'Talking too much' is scary...

No matter it was Miss Xi or Miss Nian who said these words, it made Aomo feel a little bit creepy.

To be honest, his impression of Miss Xi was that she had always looked cold since they met, as if she was silently saying "don't bother me".

He can be said to be taciturn, or he can be said to be indifferent to others and not sociable. In his few greetings and exchanges, he always showed a silent hint of "it's hard for me to talk to you".

Omer reckoned that if he hadn't had the intersection with the merchants in front of the sculpture exhibition hall, the other party would most likely ignore him completely.

And Miss Nian...

She is enthusiastic, but this enthusiasm is the same temperament as an angel.

Even better.

After all, Angel still has a job and work, and his own ability is limited, so it is difficult to make too much trouble.

And Miss Nian... seems to have been very idle all the time.

Not only leisure, but also in various senses, he is quite capable!
Although Omer failed to find the other party's highly blocked files, he was able to find out the treasures of the operators about Miss Nian's deeds.

The assembly of bad movies, the explosion of the headquarter, it looks like an old man's mobile phone in the subway.

In terms of character, Omer is more inclined to the possibility that the latter occupies more parts of the password, but the current focus is not here.

"Maybe it will disappoint you, Miss Ling, I'm just a 19-year-old young man."

"It doesn't matter. Young people should let go and do it. Even if it doesn't work well, I can take care of it. Isn't there this old gentleman next to me?"

As she said that, she smiled at Vlad III who was following Omer on the other side.

In the previous dream session, she didn't have a quilt at all, but she was drinking everywhere, so of course she also saw everyone's dreams.

The sweet dreams pursued by the subconscious are enough to reveal a person's heart.

She would not be bound by a job title like Berserker. After seeing the dreams of Florence Nightingale and Vlad Tepes, she intuitively knew the reality of the two.

The longing for innocence and beauty is enough to show the nobility of each other's personalities, and to see each other's kindness and kindness.

But the old man or something...he's not old...I don't know who has more history between the two of you...

Ao Mo was a little speechless, and wanted to see the dragon girl who blocked his retreat with just one sentence.

But now the three of them have come to a room, the sound of the piano is already very clear, this place is probably the target's sweet dream, and there is no room for him to be distracted from his vision.

The tall man with a long spear on the side also responded.

"Well, go ahead and do it, kid."

No, don't follow her polite way, if you really fail, the other party must not turn the AT position into a catapult, and your mental strength may not be able to take over!
I'm afraid that I can't even break through the AT position, even if I use the vampire power of innocent monsters...

…Um?

...it seems unnecessary.

When he thought of the attack mode of the B-level treasure called the Death King, Omer's eyes lit up.

Every time the gun in his hand hits the enemy, it will create the concept of "punctured", and then the stake will appear outward from the heart...

——This move belongs to the relatively insidious, first-sighted kill skill with a high probability of success.

Although the power of a stake is very low, as long as it is hit once, it will temporarily add continuous damage caused by "piercing". In addition, as long as the spear head is stabbed once, it will even generate a stake from the enemy's body to penetrate it...

Although the legend of Dracula is false, the terrifying title of Lord Impaler is true. As long as Uncle Vlad's treasured Phantasm of the King of Death Sentence is obtained in the first round, there is a very high chance of receiving it in the second round.

The wooden stake that erupted directly from the inside...even a humanoid apostle would be caught off guard in the face of this attack.

But the biggest problem is, how can the opponent be stabbed with a gun?

The prerequisite for this kind of first sight kill is that you poke it at least once.

If it were a Servant War, there would probably be many Servants who didn't care much about an injury, and then...then there would be a high probability that there would be no after.

The same is probably true of the large apostles.

It will be wary of the high-vibration particle 'short knife' that is more than ten meters long, but it may not open its AT position to the real fruit knife.

But the other party...is clearly a youth in human form.

With a shoe size 39 by visual inspection——Omo glanced at the shoe cabinet.

About 1.7 meters tall - he retracted his attention to the door frame and the height of the table.

The apostle of freedom, Nagisa Kaoru, since he lived as a human being, obviously he would not allow himself to be stabbed with a spear that could kill ordinary people.

His AT position defense can probably achieve all-round... Amo searched for the information he had collected.

The style of life is dry and hygienic, or plain and pale, lacking in personality-he looked around the hall.

There are no ornaments on the table in the hall, and there are very few hangings on the wall. In the passing bedroom, you can see some medicine bottles and a few daily necessities on the bedside table.

There isn't much product that would give this man any personality.

What makes him look like a puppet probably lies in his love for music.

He stepped up the stairs and raised his hand to signal the two people around him to stand by.

The contemporary tactical gestures of a Grand Duke of Wallachia and a drunken Poet are largely incomprehensible.

But Omer believes that they are not without adaptation and change during the days they spent in this world and this era.

After all, when Omer met the two for the first time, Vlad Tepesh and Ling's clothes were actually very ordinary.

Unlike at the moment, the former is wearing a black overcoat like a dress, while the latter is wearing a modern but also ancient functional style long coat and shorts.

What kind of concept is the so-called ordinary?

It is the concept of blending into the environment. It is called ordinary clothes, and it is also called private clothes.

Generally speaking, what clothes a person wants to wear is often not decided by himself, but by where and when he is.

At the ball, you need an evening dress;

In company, you need a uniform;
And as a horse race girl, you will probably look forward to the occasion when the upper body of the winning suit is on.

A set of clothes that can fit into the current environment is a decision in itself.

You have to live here, you have to integrate into them, and at the same time, you will lose part of your insistence on the inherent status quo.

And the act of learning is itself a kind of change, a kind of adaptation.

So at this moment, he did see the two nodding their heads.

Miss Ling even raised her hand covered in a long black leather glove, and gestured an 'OK'.

so be it……

After the same gesture of OK, Homa continued to walk upstairs, as silently as possible, and as gently as possible, to the place where the complete piano piece was played with all four hands.

(End of this chapter)