Master Pantalone has no crazy plans today

Basically, he has already done everything that can be done, and if there is really something that is not in his plan, then he plans to just let it go.

After all, he has done all he can do, although there are heavy official duties.

However, after finishing this big circle, he still planned to relax himself a little bit, that is, to put aside those business affairs that gave him a headache when he went back, and lie on the bed without thinking about sleeping like a dead fish.

In this way, after returning to his mansion, Pantalone directly left these heavy tasks to his civil servants without asking his subordinates' thoughts, which made his subordinates express their distress.

Of course, with Pantalone as the de facto controller of the Bank of Northland and the economic and political leader of Zhiwinter, it stands to reason that he should not have such a heavy workload.

The reason why his workload suddenly surged was mainly due to the operation of those money-burning plans, each of which required the mobilization of a large amount of funds. Naturally, it was impossible to casually hand over such an important matter to his subordinates.

If you are too responsible and not sure that your subordinates can handle the situation well, then the surge in workload is also very normal and reasonable.

Master Pan, who had been busy all day, planned to lie on the bed and think about nothing. He just lay on the bed and slept in the dark, just when he thought he could fall asleep quickly.

Lying on the bed feeling exhausted physically and mentally, he found that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Maybe it's because the weather in the northern country is too cool, even when he is lying on the bed, he still feels clear-headed, and his mind is full of work and work and work.

This made Pantalone rubbed his temples with a headache, and relieved his aching head.

He probably overestimated the quality of his sleep... Perhaps later, he should ask the people below to help him make a few pictures of Liyue's traditional recipe for treating cold headaches and try it out.

In the future, he may have to pay attention to the combination of rest and work and rest. He doesn't want to die young due to overwork at a young age.

It would be great if there was something that could improve the quality of sleep. After sighing, he groped his body for a while, and then found something.

"This is……?"

After seeing the item, Pantalone showed a slightly surprised expression on his face.

That was the replica of the Void Terminal that Dottore gave him, or it could be called the 'Void Dream Terminal'.

Dottore gave him more than one of these things before he came back, so he took an extra pair, but this is not the point.

The point is that after Pantalone saw this thing, he couldn't help recalling that when Dottore gave this thing to himself, he had introduced it to him, which gave him the ability to 'dream'.

Although it seems that the ability of 'dreaming' is not worth mentioning, since even that "doctor" will talk about it, it is obvious that the so-called 'dreaming' is not that simple.

He seems to have vaguely heard that even the gods have an incomparably close relationship with 'dreams', which may mean that 'dreams' itself is not simple.

After thinking carefully for a few minutes, he felt his head hurt again and chose to give up thinking.

Forget it... this matter is not something he should worry about, he just needs to do what is in front of him well.

Compared with those more complicated things, he cared more about the 'dream' ability possessed by the 'Void Dreamland Terminal' of this replica. Since it is a 'dream', the premise must be to fall asleep.

Assuming his guess is true, then maybe this thing can help him have a good dream.

With such thoughts circling in his mind, Pantalone thought for a moment, put this thing on his body, and then gently closed his eyes and whispered to himself.

"I hope... it will give me a good dream."

After he closed his eyes, he was accompanied by drowsiness and darkness like a tide.

Soon all this swallowed his will.

……

Is it a dream?

Pantalone, who narrowed his eyes slightly, felt the silver flakes falling from the sky, and the coolness brought by the snowflakes falling on his forehead.

What greeted my eyes was a vast white world covered by solid ice and heavy snow. In that pure white world, I even felt that I might be swallowed by this pure white world at any time.

What came into his eyes was the high wall made of ice, snow and solid ice. The high wall went through and beyond the limit of his sight, forming an incomparable moat to separate the world of ice and snow outside the city.

The majestic solid ice enveloped the entire city of ice and snow, as if it wanted to isolate everything from the inner and outer worlds.

The cities made of solid ice and the high walls are covered with thick white snow, and the majestic and magnificent creations are almost unimaginable.

The palace built by the ice and snow is extremely lofty, covering the sky and the sun and occupying the pure daylight.

Such a real scene even gave Pantalone a sense of confusion. If he hadn't been extremely sure that he was in his mansion not long ago, this extremely real feeling made him suspect that maybe he was even in reality .

Although the scenery in my eyes is very similar to the winter in the snow country, but the majesty and magnificence are so much more than that. It is definitely not a city of ice and snow that can be created by human hands.

If it is in reality, then he must be amazed at the magnificence of all this.

But if all of this is put in a dream, then it seems extremely reasonable again.

This made him, who was still somewhat skeptical, couldn't help confirming that he was in a dream after seeing the scene in front of him.

In other words, is this his own dream?

Looking at this picture of pure daylight, Pantalone couldn't help but fell into doubts. In his cognition, "dreams" are undoubtedly the interpretation and expression of the heart and soul, but the scene in front of him can't help but make him a little confused.

"Is my heart really like this...?"

But even though he thinks he has a relatively high sense of belonging to Zhidong, he doesn't necessarily dream of a city of ice and snow covered by solid ice and snow, right?

But he only thought it was caused by the dream terminal given to him by the "Doctor", and didn't think about the deeper reasons.

"Forget it, since it's a dream, don't think so much. The most important thing is to put down work and relax, isn't it?"

He smiled and said to himself.

Then he turned his attention to the ice and snow city, intending to explore this world.

He intends to unload the burden on himself, not as an executive officer of the fools, nor as the president of the Northland Bank, let alone consider other plans and other things.

Throwing aside all shackles and just being himself and relaxing.

Find the simplest joy of being an ordinary person.

After all, this place is just a dream after all, as long as he wakes up, the real him will just get up from his own bed, and everything here is just a dream to him.

Since it is a dream, there is no need to think about other things to bring the burden of reality into the dream.

He can take off all the disguises and doesn't need to be in front of other colleagues and subordinates, maintain his inscrutable posture, and have to think about what his plan is every time.

After all, it's all a dream, isn't it?

Looking around at everything around him, he quickly decided on his first destination.

"Let's start by climbing the highest snow-capped mountain. Maybe there is something special on it?"

Although he thought it was impossible, maybe?