The Righteous Player(s)

　　 Annan’s first reaction was...Fortunately, I found Vasily before.

　　 The four sets of buffs that appeared on him were the power that Annan had discussed with Vasily before, and confirmed that he could be blessed in a nightmare.

　　Mr. Yao is the enemy of nightmares. As long as the power is used to fight against nightmares, he can respond to almost all rituals.

　　 In fact, the morning light that forcibly ends all nightmares at six o'clock in the morning every day is the power of Mr. Yao. Every day, He regularly eliminates nightmares for everyone, whether he is a believer or not.

　　 Unless it is a priest of another god.

　　 Then they might be working...that is, they are purifying nightmares. In order not to interfere with the purification work of the priests of other gods, at six o'clock in the morning, only the nightmare of the priests will not be forcibly awakened.

　　 And Sir Silver and the old grandmother are all righteous gods that Annan is sure to lend him strength. As for the mysterious lady... as long as it is a complicated and grand ceremony, and all the details are correct, he will come happily.

　　 Mysterious lady loves all those who are proficient in rituals, just like the teacher's love for smart students.

　　 Without these four buffs, the difficulty of this nightmare would have to increase...

　　In the real history, whether it was Annan or Dmitry, Elizabeth or Kaphney all survived smoothly. Even the old Merlin, who was with Annan, lived at least a few months later... Except for the final trade agreement that was still not reached, there was no war between the two countries.

　　 And Annan remembered it clearly.

　　 The exact time of the death of Master Michelangelo was November 30, 1498.

　　 And it is August 8, 1498.

　　 In other words, this nightmare was three months before the "Nightmare: White Tower" timeline. This shows that even the attendant beside Annan did not die... because Merlin Manning died in the Baita ceremony three months later.

　　 That's really hell.

　　——In the original history, who exactly resolved this incident?

　　 It's impossible to really be the nine-year-old Annan, right?

　　 This shouldn’t be because I’m just a child.jpg

　　 Ann Nan thought wildly, was led by the maid through the side hall, and came to the palace garden. As for the predecessor of Winter Heart's'right index finger', Merlin Manning is like a ghost, silently embossed behind Annan, protecting his safety at all times.

　　 Under the protection of old Merlin...Under the supervision of this possibly the best silver-tier disabling wizard in the world, Annan doesn't even know where he is "free to move" anymore.

　　 Do I have to fool Merlin away first?

　　 But this is not good either.

　　 Because Annan remembers clearly...

　　 Prince Albert’s wife, she and her cousin Denton are both believers of the rotten husband. And her cousin is a powerful "dream stealer".

　　 can directly modify the memories, feelings, and preferences of others in a dream!

　　 He is now disguised as a silver tier and lurks beside Prince Albert.

　　 If Annan leaves Merlin’s sight, maybe he will be abducted suddenly...

　　 Although Merlin is only a silver rank, he is a "hand of winter". After the personal blessing of the Duke of Winter, his feelings and speech functions were sealed by the ceremony... This may be from other uses of the "Heart of Winter" talent.

　　The Hand of Winter whose feelings are sealed can perfectly restrain the Imperius Sorcerer. Even if the opponent is a golden rank, he absolutely dare not appear in front of Merlin at will.

　　 Thinking of this, Annan noticed another thing:

　　 Annan in this period should not have reversed the heart of winter. In other words, he should now be in a state of "not feeling positive emotions".

　　Annan needs to adjust his acting skills a bit.

　　 makes it look a little lost in front of acquaintances... at least not to show off.

　　 Annan’s side mission demand is “not to reveal his identity”.

　　 But this is too vague... Annan is not very clear, it refers to "cannot be found to be a ritual destroyed by Annan", or "cannot reveal that this is just someone's nightmare."

　　 But in short, as long as you are cautious, you won’t be wrong...

　　 What is more important is the "great hunting ritual".

　　 Annan currently doesn't even know what this ceremony is or where, let alone how to break it... This is the first issue he needs to pay attention to.

　　 And although the main mission is not mentioned.

　　 But Annan knew in his heart—this task must be time-limited.

　　 After all, Annan and Dmitry can't stay here forever, they are going to return to Winter. It's just that Annan currently doesn't know anything about this ceremony, and he doesn't even know how much time is left...

　　 Based on the urinary nature of the previous nightmare, Annan guessed that this ritual might be on the verge of starting.

　　——The time left for Annan is running out!

　　 Wait until Annan is led by the maid, after passing the side hall.

　　He was shocked by the miracle in front of him for a moment--

　　 It is a sea of ​​extremely gorgeous white and purple flowers.

　　 This flower is very peculiar-it looks like a rose, but the petals are almost transparent and pure white. But its branches and leaves are the color of violet... This pure ocean of white and purple swayed under the wind, reflecting the bright brilliance of summer noon.

　　 And in the garden, there are paths paved with cobblestones. The road in the garden extends in all directions, leading to three pavilions of varying sizes.

　　 "This is it, Your Highness Annan. This is the garden blessed by Sir Silver, where the spirit will gradually improve."

　　 The maid coaxed softly: "Please go ahead...the pavilion has already prepared iced juice for you. If you have any needs, please tell me. I will prepare it for you."

　　 Annan would have paid attention to the iced juice-when he saw something delicious, Annan’s first reaction was to taste it first.

　　 But his attention was drawn away by something else.

　　 I saw a girl wearing a black gauze dress made of the same material as Elizabeth in the sea of ​​flowers, sitting quietly in the flower field. Her black curly hair fell to her shoulders, and her face was delicate and lovely.

　　The black high-heeled shoes were taken off and placed neatly on the side of the road, while she was stepping on the ground with her bare feet.

　　 With a small drawing board on her knees, holding crayons in her hand, she raised her head and looked at the sky, not knowing what she was thinking about.

　　 Her red pupils are shining like glass in the summer sun.

　　 is like a lifeless doll.

　　...That's it, Kafni?

　　Annan quickly recognized this girl who was too close to him.

　　 A thought suddenly popped into his mind:

　　 Did Annan and Kafni... get acquainted at this time?

　　 The maid noticed that Annan's pace had stopped, and she followed Annan's gaze.

　　 She was a little surprised at once.

　　 How could His Highness Kafni be here?

"who is she?"

　　 Annan asked in a cold voice.

　　 Noting that Annan would have curiosity, the old Merlin who followed Annan rarely raised his head and looked at the maid silently.

　　 His meaning is very simple: speak quickly.

　　 The maid's smile froze a little, and then she explained to Annan with a soft expression: "This is His Royal Highness Cafni... His Royal Highness Albert's daughter."

　　 "Can I play with her?"

　　 Annan asked politely.

　　 The maid gave a bit embarrassing wry smile: "Of course you can, Your Highness Annan. It's just that Your Highness Kafni... is a little quiet."

　　 Out of courtesy, she swallowed the word "withdrawn".

　　 Annan gently broke away from the maid's hand-obviously because the maid allowed him to break away-and then walked towards Kafni who was sitting in the flower field and looking up at the sun.

　　 "Looking at the sun directly is bad for eyesight."

　　Annan walked over and squeezed his tone slightly.

　　 In the end, he sullen his face and said something more like a slightly more mature child would say: "It will hurt your eyes."

"Will not."

　　 Kafney's tone was erratic and dreamy, and her voice was extremely soft and soft: "Mr. Yao has a very good temper..."

　　Annan noticed the drawing board in her hand at this time.

　　 That seems to be the sea of ​​silver purple flowers in front of me.

　　 But it is different from what Annan saw...

　　 Kafney used crimson crayon.

　　 Like blood, like flame.

　　The color like the setting sun——

　　...Is the clue here in Kafni?

　　Annan suddenly remembered that Kaphni seemed to have some kind of spiritual vision... able to see some traces of fate.

　　 He asked softly: "Are you painting?"

　　 At this time, Kafni shifted her gaze to Annan.

　　 She was silent for a while, and asked nonchalantly: "Who are you?

　　 "You have the color of winter... but it's summer now~www.readwn.com~I feel like ice."

　　 Annan said seriously—this is the motto of the Winter Family, and it is not surprising that he knows it.

　　He stretched out his hand to Kafni and said friendlyly: "My name is Annan Winter. My last name means winter. What about you, what is your name?"

　　 Kafney looked at Annan with a suspicion.

　　 She always suspected that after putting her hand up, Annan would suddenly pull her hand back and slap her happily...Her brothers and sisters would have someone playing such boring games.

　　 But she looked at Annan’s outstretched hand, looked at the maid who was smiling in front of the pavilion, and looked at the scary, thin old man staring here in the distance, vaguely aware of something.

　　 It didn't take long for her to reach out her hand tentatively and gently put the suspiciousness on Annan's palm.

　　 That is not the "warm palm" mentioned in the story, and Annan does not have a "warm smile" either. Her fingertips even touched the chilling temperature...

　　 But she did not know why, but vaguely realized some inexplicable peace of mind.

　　 "Kaffney."

　　 She whispered, "Cafeni Noah...Cafeni means to put her fingers through her hair.

　　 "...Can I call you Anna?"

　　 "It's Annan."

　　Annan corrected Kafni's pronunciation and took her hand.

　　He said solemnly, "Then we will be friends, Cavny."