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Chapter 487 Belvan's Nightmare
"Why hasn't Kagu been here for so many days?"

Belfan glanced around the study room, remembered something at this moment, and asked aloud,

"It stands to reason that now is not the time for busy farming, and he doesn't need to work for others. Why haven't I seen him for so long?"

Not far away, Prince Mulla raised his head and said:

"Yeah, teacher, I haven't seen him for a long time."

In fact, it is not particularly rare for Kagu to disappear for a period of time for no reason.

Even with the help of his teacher Belvan, the dwarf who was born in poverty was still in a difficult life. He often had to work for others to earn money, especially when the farming season was busy, and he would often disappear for more than a month.

But most of the time, they would tell Belvan in advance, or ask others to pass it on to Belfan. It is really rare for him to leave without saying goodbye and disappear for such a long time like now.

Belvan rubbed his eyes, his face looked extremely tired,
"Send someone to look for him, nothing will happen, right?"

Prince Mulla replied:
"Tomorrow I will ask my servant to find him. Don't worry, teacher. People like him have always lived tenaciously."

Beierfan nodded slightly, and suddenly, his legs became weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"teacher!"

After Prince Mulla saw it, he quickly turned around and asked anxiously,

"Are you okay?"

Belfan supported the desk, stood firmly, and waved his hands out of breath:

"it's okay no problem…

I don't know what's wrong, I've been having nightmares at night. "

After finishing speaking, Belvan pulled the chair and sat down slowly, gasping for breath one after another. He felt groggy for a while, and the scene in his eyes was spinning a bit. He closed his eyes and took a rest slowly.

Mulla was taken aback by the teacher's appearance,
"Nightmare, have you been having nightmares? Teacher, what did you dream about?"

Belvan replied hoarsely:

"It was a very messy dream. Even I forgot what was in the dream. It seemed to be noisy, noisy, and there seemed to be many people around me..."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. As a disciple, Mu La showed worry, and asked aloud:
"Do you want to find a sorceress? Or find a witch, priest, etc., and let them interpret your dreams. I often hear people say that if a person is haunted by nightmares, he must have angered the gods somewhere."

Mulla's words did not stir up ripples in Belfan's heart. He felt that this seemed a bit unnecessary, so he said:

"No need, maybe it's just a nightmare, and everything in the dream is irrelevant. I don't want those crazy women to make us panic."

After finishing speaking, Belvan stretched his limbs, stroked the thick beard on his cheek,

"Dreams, dreams... People's dreams, I think, will there be a path that is involved in dreams?"

Upon hearing this, Mulla sighed and said:

"Teacher, you are too obsessed with research."

Belvan laughed and said:
"Isn't that good? We are the pioneers, the pioneers of the world."

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That night, the dwarf scholar Belvan had another nightmare.

The dream was so chaotic that when Belvan woke up, he had forgotten most of its contents.

But some places left a deep impression on Belvan like a glimpse.

He dreamed of a scaffold, and it was nighttime, with stars twinkling above his head, and the trajectories of the stars were mysterious and extraordinary.

But when Belvan looked down, he saw a vast abyss. Countless hands gushed out from the abyss, trying to pull him into a hellish place, and there were thousands of human faces growing in the abyss, or laughter. , or curse.

In addition, Belvan still remembers that he suddenly came to a banquet and accepted someone's invitation. The place was full of delicacies, which made Belvan intoxicated. He ate when he was hungry, and when he was thirsty, Just drink, and at the end of the meal, the host of the banquet came out to meet him.

Belvan remembered asking the master himself,

"How can it be so delicious, how is this dish made?"

The master smiled and said:
"Is this dish made with the flesh and blood of your disciples?"

At this moment, Belvan woke up with a start. His body was covered in cold sweat, his pupils were dilated in the dark night, and his mind was full of that weird smile.

This was another weird nightmare, Belfan didn't know what was wrong with him, the nightmares were too frequent these days.

"Do I really need someone to interpret my dream?"

Belvan murmured.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded with some difficulty,
"Maybe I really need to find someone to interpret my dreams... If this continues, I'm afraid I'm going to die here one day."

Just doing what he said, Beierfan got up quickly, changed the clothes to go out, and hurriedly left the palace. At this moment, the sky had just ushered in dawn, and there was a drowsy gray and black everywhere. Beierfan counted the time, Perhaps even the most diligent priests have not risen to serve the gods.

But now that you're out of the house, let's find someone to interpret your dreams.

Since it wasn't time for the Artisan Temple to open, Belvan couldn't go to the priests of the temple to interpret their dreams, and he didn't want to wait any longer, so he looked around in front of the temple gate.

During this time, on the streets around the temple, there were some prostitutes with heavy make-up, most of them in the shape of willows, otherwise they would not have come out at this point to wait for customers.

A prostitute saw Belvan who was looking left and right, and started to meet him, showing a courteous smile:
"Would you like... a little ale?"

Belvan asked abruptly:
"Tell me, can you interpret dreams?"

The whore froze for a moment, looking at Belvan in bewilderment.

"No? No way."

Belvan waved his hand and said, making a gesture to leave.

"Hey, wait."

The prostitute moved her thick legs and grabbed Belvan's shirt.

"Hey, don't touch me, I just want someone to interpret my dreams, not a wedding."

Belvan shook off the prostitute's hand and scolded loudly.

As a scholar, Belvan seldom finds a prostitute to hold a holy marriage like other dwarves.

The prostitute seemed unwilling to let the customer go like this, and said hastily:

"Sir... I don't have a lot of coppers this day. As long as you can do it with me, I can introduce you to someone who can interpret dreams."

Belvan asked:
"Really?"

The prostitute nodded and continued:

"Many of our sisters come from remote places, and one of them has been a witch. Her herbal medicine is very good, and her divination is even better, let alone dream interpretation. As long as you do one, I will I will introduce her to you."

Hearing this, Belfan didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately took out a silver coin from his pocket and said:

"Either it's better not to do it, let me see her directly, or hurry up, I want to see her as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)