Yuri and Magnum are standing on the streets of an uninhabited town with the same blankness in their expressions. Their minds are clearly disturbed, their senses are blocked, and all consciousness is trapped deep in some thick "curtain" , Exactly the same as Daniel a while ago.

Gao Wen came to the two archbishops, but before taking advantage of his particularity to help the two archbishops recover, he looked at Daniel first.

"In the Everlasting Order, how do the priests above the bishops think of 'outside wanderers'?"

Daniel thought about it, and respectfully replied, "Your existence is enough to scare most of the everlasting people, but the priests above the bishop need to consider more than ordinary Christians, and they will analyze you when they are afraid of you. Behavior, speculating your possible position ... "

"Oh? Guess my position?" Govin suddenly became interested, "What kind of position?"

"The bishops and archbishops think that every wanderer outside the territory has a" mission "that is better than ordinary people understand, and your actions are based on this mission; they think that conflict with you should be avoided as much as possible, because it is not beneficial ; Some bishops think that there are no natural good, evil, and positions for foreign wanderers. You and your tribe are passers-by in this world, and this world is just a temporary stop in your eyes, while a few other bishops believe that It is not a bad thing for outlanders to make limited, discreet contact. Although the first contact between the everlasting person and you is not very friendly, your activity in Ansu has shown that you do not mind establishing cooperation with other mortals. contact……"

Gao Wen felt his chin, and he always felt as if he had been treated as a kind of large neutral monster by the dormant ...

Are these dead house technicians really living off their brains?

Daniel watched Gao Wen's face quietly, and then asked carefully: "My lord, you ask these are ..."

"It's nothing, just a little curious," Gao Wen said casually, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face when he looked at Yuri and Magnum. "Curious if I suddenly lifted my concealment, I would appear directly in front of them. what happened."

Daniel's face suddenly showed surprise and surprise, and then seriously considered the feasibility of doing so.

Gao Wen smiled and said: "Don't take it seriously, I don't intend to do this."

As he spoke, he came to the two archbishops who were still in a state of mental disturbance and patted his hands gently.

"Next, I'm back in the background."

...

Yuri and Magnum were lost for a long time in the endless chaos and mist, and it seemed like a dream that could not wake up.

As experts in the field of mind and dream, they are not panic about this situation, and have vaguely grasped the cause of this situation. After perceiving that the problem is not the external environment, but their own minds, the two The archbishop stopped walking around and exploring in vain, and began to try to solve the problem by himself.

"We're afraid we have to recalibrate our minds," Magnum's loud voice came from the fog. Yuri couldn't see each other's specific figure and appearance, but could only see a more familiar gray-black outline. Floating in the fog, this means that the "distance" of the two should be very close, but the perceived interference causes the two to be close to each other and cannot directly see each other. "This **** fog should be some kind of mental disturbance, it Causing our conscious and sensory layers to be misplaced. "

"I'm afraid it's not just mental disturbances," Archbishop Yuri responded, "I'm afraid I can't reach the monitoring team behind. I'm afraid the whole mind has been transferred to some deeper imprisonment in addition to perceiving dislocations and disturbances .... This small town is alive, and it is even capable of making such subtle and sinister traps against us. "

"This (oldennan swearing) place!" Archbishop Magnum cursed, "In short, adjust your mind first. No matter where we are trapped, at least we must see what is trapping ourselves ... "

Listening to the familiar loud voice, Archbishop Yuri only said lightly, "I was already doing this when you were talking about these rude words."

He gathered his divergent consciousness, condensed slightly distorted thoughts, and in this chaotic and unbalanced spiritual ocean, he redrawn the distorted self-cognition a little bit.

The boundless mist condenses around, and many familiar and unfamiliar things emerge in the mist. Yuri feels that his mind is constantly sinking into the depths of memory and consciousness. Gradually, the disturbing mist is dispersed. Gone, finally there was a cohesive and "real" scene in his sight.

He is in an old and gloomy castle, in the library of the castle.

The stone walls with a history of hundreds of years are inlaid with magic crystals emitting yellow light, the classical "Tricker" type columns extend in sight, the stone pillars support the high masonry domes, and the mysterious murals on the domes The coat of arms was covered with black ash, as if it had been integrated with the darkness outside the castle.

Between the stone pillars and the walls, between the gloomy dome and the rough slate floor, are rows of heavy oak bookshelves, and brass lamp posts emitting bright yellow light at the top.

Wearing a white robe, Yuri quietly walked in this gloomy old castle, strolling among the bookshelves that seemed to drown people.

"Calibrating your mind ... it's not pleasant."

The Archbishop, muttering softly, mumbled along the bookshelves that had weathered and faded in memory, but now clearly reproduced.

This comes from the memories he buried deeply, and it is also his unforgettable memories.

He walked past a black bookshelf. Between the two pillars of the bookshelf was strangely inlaid with a wooden door. When Yuri passed by the door, the door opened automatically, and a light appeared from the door, revealing The scene on the other side

The boy wearing a luxurious equestrian jacket ran in the bright castle, followed by an anxious servant and maid, and the old butler stood panting breathlessly, helpless.

Yuri's gaze didn't shift, she just walked quietly and threw the door behind her.

Next bookshelf, next door ...

The boy rode on the horse and walked briskly from the footpath of the manor. The unknown bird started from the side of the road. The servant in the red and blue blouse followed closely.

The older boy was sitting in the library, reading those expensive book classics with a smile, and the old housekeeper stood quietly with a calm smile on his face.

Someone in the castle came and went, and the middle-aged aristocratic couple, whose faces were already blurred, stood frowning in the courtyard.

Some are reading His Majesty's will, some are talking about the dark clouds of Aldernan, some are talking about plots and battles in the Obsidian Palace, some are whispering the name of Prince Rosetta Augustus, some are talking about The madness and paranoia of the Augustus family. Some people talked about the collapse of the old imperial capital, and the curse that spread to the royal family after the collapse.

Many strangers appeared in the castle, and the knights whose faces were hidden behind the iron mask appeared. The servants lost their radiant appearance. The old housekeeper frowned, and the whisper of unknown origin echoed between the bookshelves. Spreading in Yuri's ears, these whispers repeatedly mentioned frightening words such as chaotic betrayal, the old emperor's madness, and the obsidian palace setting off a fire.

The gorgeous furnishings in the castle corridor were evacuated, the iron boots of the royal infantry broke the tranquility of the manor path, the teenager became a young man, no longer riding a horse, no longer laughing, he sat quietly in the ancient library In the yellowish books, in the secret knowledge.

The servants were disbanded, the male owner of the castle went to Aldernan and never returned, and the hostess went madly across the courtyard, cursing whispering, and the yellow leaves swirled into the already empty hall, young A man's indifferent eyes stared at the sparse servants outside through the crack of the door, as if the changes in the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Aldernan's court battle, the mad shadow inside the Augustus family, the nobles all threatened themselves ... everything has nothing to do with him.

The young man sat in the library day after day, sitting deep in the only family heritage that was preserved, and the book in his hands became more and more gloomy and weird, describing many terrible dark secrets, many mysteries considered taboo know how.

He studied the history of the empire, the record of the collapse of the old emperor, with some kind of mockery and high eyes, he boldly studied the taboo Misin about the curse of the Augustus family, as if he was not worried about it because of these Research has placed more charges on the family.

In the process of studying these contraindicated Mississippis, he also found a large number of dusty books and scrolls from the books in the family collection.

It contains knowledge about dreams, about spiritual mystics, and about dark magic.

Hidden knowledge was infused into the mind. The stranger's mind connected the young man's mind through the symbols and words hidden in the corners of the scroll. He locked himself in the library and turned himself into a despised "prisoner in the library". "The fallen abandoned oath nobleman", but his soul was understood and detached, and in the process of trying taboo secrets again and again, he broke the shackles of castles and manors.

A sleeper was born deep in the castle of the noble aristocracy.

Archbishop Yuri strolled in the library and gradually came to the deepest part of the memory palace.

In front of the last door, he saw that he was standing quietly among a large number of messy books many years ago, that young and pale face with a calm but crazy smile, a complex dream symbol Wen coated his robe and the nearby ground and walls, covering all surfaces, shining in the dark.

Heavy footsteps came from the picture. The heavily armed royal knight pushed into the territory of the young man, and the headed officer read out the order of the emperor Rosetta Augustus and came to arrest the secret study. Royal secrets, abandoned oaths suspected of offending royal majesty, and suspected of black witchcraft.

The young man who had already become a sleeper smiled and launched a large-scale spell arranged throughout the library. All the knights who invaded the castle became loyal believers of the Sleeping Order within a few breaths.

"There are no sleepers here, because everyone is a sleeper ..."

Archbishop Yuri stopped in front of the last row of bookshelves, staring silently at the memory scene that appeared in the door between the bookshelves.

It depicts his last step to becoming a sleeper.

But that's been a decade ago.

The traversal of memory helps to reconstruct the subconscious self-cognition. The archbishop feels that his mind is becoming stable again. He has completed the re-delineation of self-cognition. "The power will be completely eliminated after the process is over.

He relaxed a little, facing the deepest memories in a calm attitude, and glanced lightly across the rows of bookshelves nearby, and across the thick, old and beautifully-framed books.

The cover of a book depicts the vast earth and the palms covering the earth.

Yuri's gaze stagnated for a moment, his heart tightened, and the light in the corner of his eyes saw the last door symbolizing his young man's weird smile a dozen years ago.

The other person smiled, slowly raised their hands, palms facing down, palms down, as if covering the invisible ground.

"To the upper narrator, to our all-knowing Almighty Creator ..."

Yuri's eyes widened, and a pale golden rune immediately appeared beside him. While struggling to free himself from these deep memories, he shouted loudly:

"Arch Magnum!

"Don't calibrate your mind! Don't go deep into your own memory!

"This is a trap ..."

He faintly heard the roar of Archbishop Magnum, realizing that the hot-tempered archbishop might have encountered the same crisis as himself, but before he had time to respond, he suddenly felt his consciousness. There was a turbulent turmoil, and the thick shadow over my mind was swept away by some rough factor.

Between the chaotic lights and flashes, the scenes about the castle and the library quickly dissipated, and he found himself standing on the street of a phantom town lit by street lights, and Archbishop Daniel looked at him with a confused look.

"What are you shouting?"

Archbishop Daniel asked, frowning.