is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 29
The round-horned sandleg is a kind of insect that is quite similar to the gnat. It is light yellow in color and looks disgusting. It has densely packed long legs and likes to drill holes very much.

After searching in the nearby sand for almost a morning, Andy managed to grab one, which made him feel relieved.

Then I couldn't wait to return to the cabin by the sea.

The air inside the wooden house was also stuffy, but it was better than being exposed to the sun outside - under the scorching sun, the wind blowing from the sea seemed to be scalding.

"It's not easy to make money."

Muttering, Andy put the bug under a glass bottle, and then took a closer look at it.

It was found that the little thing was curled up into a ball, motionless like a ball.

Obviously playing dead in order to escape unharmed.

In a short time, I am afraid that nothing will be seen.

So Andy turned his attention to something else—the target of the bait.

Strangely, he felt that he had made some mistakes in his judgment on this matter.

After reaching a connection, normally, he can only communicate with the other party through the way of dreaming.

But at this moment, or this entire morning, he has always had a feeling.

That is, as long as you want to, you can enter the other party's dream at any time.

But now it is daytime.

That crown prince is sleeping in broad daylight?
There is such a possibility, but Andy feels that things are not that simple.

"The food delivery person should not be here in an hour."

After glancing at the sky outside, he planned to check the situation.

The process is very simple.

The person in the painting who "came alive" yesterday can clearly feel his existence as long as he closes his eyes at this moment.

In the dark, face to face, as if looking in a mirror.

And if you want to enter the target dream, you only need to attach the idea that you have the ability to communicate with the spirit body to the portrait person.

This is equivalent to putting on a vest...

After doing so, Andy's thinking was blurred for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, he had already appeared in a lush green forest.

Wearing a gorgeous black robe, he is tall and holds a sword in his hand.

Raising his hand to stroke his hair, he directly pulled out a few golden hairs—his image suddenly became the emperor in the painting.

But it wasn't this that surprised Andy.

but everything around.

This lifelike forest environment doesn't feel like a dream at all!
"Myth Palace?"

The probing hand touched the tall tree beside him, inside the rough bark, some messy "messages" were sent out immediately.

This phenomenon is indistinguishable from using spiritual body communication to touch trees in reality.

So Andy quickly understood what was going on.

Myth Palace.

An extremely rare, yet very powerful treasure.

It is born based on dreams, similar to lucid dreams.

Unlike a dream, it can always maintain its operation in its owner's body.

This is obviously the reason why Andy realized that he could "fall into a dream" at any time.

But the role of the Myth Palace is not limited to a solidified dream.

It can also simulate everything in reality.

Plants, life, the environment, the rules of physics, and more.

It can be called an extraordinary version of "My World", in which everything can be determined by the master's will.

What's even more exaggerated is that the flow of time here is out of sync with reality.

It is equivalent to saying that people who own this kind of treasure can spend twice or even several times more time to study and think than other people!
The specific time depends on the master's strength.

"That heir is unexpectedly rich. He can even get this kind of treasure that can be called a golden finger..."

Andy thought, "It's convenient, though."

If you simply rely on the dream contact, then there is a time limit, and there is no way to communicate clearly in many aspects.

After all, most of the time, a person's dreams are messy, fuzzy, and even upside down.

And with this kind of treasure as a support, there is no difference between the two parties communicating face to face in reality.

The premise is that he must first find the owner here.

Looking at the surrounding tree-lined environment, Andy felt a little headache.

If everything in reality could be arbitrarily simulated in a dream, what would its owner do?
There are many answers.

Being a 'Creator God', creating a city, a country, or even a world is one of the more mainstream ways to play.

This treasure will not really have the exaggerated ability to create a world, but one, or several cities, can still be done.

And if the building here is really huge, it will not be so easy for him to find the target...

It is not easy to find.

After a little adaptation, Andy stepped towards the edge of the forest.

"This way, this way, this way, this way, this way..."

A warm-hearted squirrel has become his guide, lying on his shoulder, constantly sending reminders to Andy.

So it took about half an hour before he found a place where there were people.

Nor can it be regarded as being smoked.

It was nothing more than an abandoned hut.

The hut is located beside a river at the edge of the forest. It is simple in shape and covered with green vines.

At the same time, in the yard surrounded by the fence, there are still some messy weeds growing.

An old swing hangs in the weeds, looking very lonely.

It looks like no one has visited for a long time.

But anyway, this was also a clue, and Andy was not discouraged, and walked directly into the house.

The layout of the house is also simple, somewhat similar to Andy's residence by the sea.

It's just that there is a simple kitchen with a sink and a kitchen cabinet in the living room.

Opposite the kitchen is a wooden dining table with a crumbling ceramic dinner plate and...a paper airplane?

Picking up the paper airplane and observing it for a while, Andy took it apart.

Then I saw a word.

"How to return a flying paper airplane?"

The font is naive, with a childlike scribble, matching what he saw before, so Andy understood.

"This is the house that the Crown Prince created when he was a child."

This is not a good sign.

Because on the other side of the river outside the house, there is an endless wilderness, and the house under the feet is at least five years old, but it has not been cleaned up.

It can probably be concluded that this palace of myths was greatly played by the crown prince.

Otherwise, he would not let the area under his feet be deserted and ignore it.

After all, the space of Myth Palace is limited. This kind of wasteful behavior is like a rich man buying a house in Shanghai.

This house looks very precious to ordinary people, but people forget it and don't regard it as property at all.

"Something unexpected..."

Andy murmured in his heart, looked down at the folded paper of the plane in his hand, thought for a while, and folded it into a form that could return to the flight.

When fishing, you have to think about how to get the fish hooked anytime, anywhere.

Although on this paper plane, the chance of attracting the target is not high, but what if?
With the mentality of being able to make a living, Andy put the folded paper plane back to its original position, and then stepped away from here.

He didn't expect that something that he had no hope for would actually be rewarded.

In other words, as an outsider, his existence is extremely conspicuous, and he has already attracted the attention of the "guards" here.

So shortly after Andy left, a lizard-like golden pupil suddenly protruded from the wall of the wooden house.

After the pupils shook for a moment, it looked at the paper toy that had changed its shape.

"The breath of the blood of the Ramones family?" It was puzzled by this.

"Strange thing..."

"Didn't the master kill them all back then?"

(End of this chapter)