I Like This Dream!

Far away from the Tibes defense line, in Skagshire near Urburg, a young woman was sitting at the desk in the lord's mansion. There were many official documents neatly stacked on the table. The woman's eyes quickly scanned the one in front of her, she pondered for a moment, then quickly wrote a response with her quill, and finally stamped it with the lord's seal.

This is undoubtedly the central part of the entire Skagg County, and the most important official documents are submitted here by civil servants. The woman with brown-red eyes looked calm and had the aura of a ruler, and she performed better than most lords. But she can never be the person in charge of Skag County, or even the lord's staff, because she is an omega.

Eve Stewart was wearing a long dress that was currently fashionable among aristocratic omegas, but the sleeves with complicated lace were tied up to avoid knocking over things on the table. The servant handed the urgent letter to her and left without any problem, obviously used to her overstepping.

Everyone knows that Marquis Samuel loves his wife very much and does not want to remarry after being widowed. Now he spends all his time drinking and letting go of most things. Thanks to his good luck, the territory has not yet been restored. Something happened. The eldest daughter of the Marquis was an alpha, and she went to the Thebes Defense Line soon after she came of age. The omega from a noble family refused to accompany her to the dangerous border, and she also said she did not want a partner who would only meet once a year. In addition, Stuart was already a run-down nobleman before Samuel made his fortune again with his military exploits, and they were the only ones with relatives who died. As a result, there was no one who could take care of the affairs of such a large Marquis mansion, and the young unmarried daughter was still required to be the housekeeper.

This matter has been circulated among the idle nobles for many years. Every time the noble ladies mentioned it, they would cover their mouths with fans and sigh. Poor Eve! Although she is good-looking, wears the most fashionable clothes and jewelry, and is always smiling, it is a pity that she is dragged down by her family and has become a twenty-year-old girl who is not yet married! These people chatted for a while after tea and dinner, feeling proud that they were living a better life than the young ladies from the Marquis Palace. That was enough, and they didn't really care what Eve was up to.

"Poor Eve" waved her pen and signed the last mark on an official document that would bring disaster to a certain baron who was hiding a robber, and reached out to take the bulging letter. She took out the letter that she had folded several times, sighed with a headache, and started reading with a pen.

The way she read letters was like reviewing official documents. She dipped in ink from time to time and underlined some handwriting. This neat move was somewhat inhumane compared to the passionate letters. After Eve finished reviewing the letter, she read it again according to the underlined positions. She quickly eliminated her sister's interference and extracted what she wanted to know.

Anna Sullivan claimed to dislike the church, but refused to stay away from the influence of the ascetics.

Anna Sullivan refused to show kindness, had no intention of accepting the Sullivan family, and had no obvious affection for the king.

Anna Sullivan has powerful abilities but is in poor health.

That was enough for Eve to make her decision.

Unlike her impulsive father and sister, Eve is more like a patient and rational mother, and much more decisive than her weak mother. Different from the common speculation about the Marquis family, to a certain extent, after the death of his mother, this intelligent omega was the helmsman of the Stewart family.

Included in this invisible storm.

The king's patience with the Holy See was getting closer and closer to the limit, and the same with the Holy See. The fool thought that it was the same as before, and peace could continue for decades by exchanging benefits with each other, but they never thought that this might be a precursor to another "Richard Covenant" or "Ice and Snow Audience": the former was taken back by the royal court Secular power, the nobility had the right to appoint priests and baptize themselves, which once made the priests employees of the nobility; the latter forced the king to kneel in the ice and snow to seek forgiveness from the Pope, and soon died in depression. His pious nephew came to the throne and let Amenan It has once again become a country where all people believe in religion. In such a major event, a behemoth like the Marquis Palace with a weak foundation must find its own way out as soon as possible.

The tide of alien beasts is becoming more and more serious year by year. The huge beast tide that occurred at the Wengaro Defense Line in the summer caused heavy losses in the Wengaro area. Prince Ronald, who was stationed there, lost more than half of his family fortune. The alpha can't fill a legion, and the nobles can't fill the knights. At this time, the ridiculous recruitment he announced in early spring of this year - without restrictions on origin and gender - seemed very wise. Jane has always been full of confidence in front of Eve, but Eve knew in her heart that it was still unknown whether her sister could survive the tide of giant beasts with all her beard and tail intact.

All Eve could do was to prepare a healer, make suggestions and ask her sister to pull out a pile of nails while the abbot handed over, collect information on the Wen Jia Luo beast tide, and repeatedly asked Jane not to be too desperate. Jane promised her, but it was a pity that this guy could never control so much when he was passionate.

At such a critical juncture, if a powerful supernatural being who bears the titles of "God's Favored One" and "The Last Sullivan" cannot be used by her, and asks to stay on her sister's defense line with unknown intentions, Moreover, the emotional sister seems not to be on guard against her as an enemy at all, what should I do?

Since "the body is not in good health", Eve pointed at the line of words with her green onion-like finger, since the God's favored person is really in bad health, and it has deteriorated to the point where he has to leave the line of defense for treatment, or he is accidentally inspired by God, etc., no matter what Are these all normal things?

With this thought in mind, she wrote a letter to be sent to the Thebes Defense Line.

The recipient of this letter is of course not Jane.

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Anxu dreamed of a lot of things during his coma, all mixed together in a mess. At first she dreamed of the doomsday, and then Chris ran in, and Anxu immediately sat on his shoulder like a bird. Lydia yelled, "I'll make the head!" and rushed over and climbed on top of them; Esther, wearing a school cheerleading outfit, worked hard to cheer them up (and even fell down); Nancy Blowing the trumpet and waving glow sticks. Then the super powerful combination of DPS/T/milk (what the hell kind of combination is this) was invincible, killing the monkeys with the faces of Lance and Nanny Mary, and finally defeated the big devil.

When Anxu was wearing a wedding dress with everyone's blessings, a big red flower tied on his chest, holding Chris in his arms, and riding a horse back in triumph, Anxu finally woke up. She was still holding the quilt in her hands, with a happy silly smile on her face, and she didn't know what to say when she saw a dead face beside the bed.

The ideal is so full, the reality is so backbone. Anxu smiled sarcastically at Lydia, feeling guilty that he had just ruined the other person's image in his mind ("I'll form the head!") and was caught in the act. Especially when the other party didn't say a word, he really didn't know how to adjust the atmosphere.

"Why don't you say something like 'You finally woke up' or 'Are you okay?'" she complained. "Isn't this the standard procedure for waking up from a coma?"

"You're obviously awake." Lydia said, as if she was wondering why she was asking such obvious nonsense. "I used the maximum healing technique on you. You should be fine, otherwise there is nothing I can do."

Her straightforwardness made An Xu choke and shook his head helplessly. Previously, she tested how much of her ultimate move she could use when she was calm on the tower, and the results were gratifying. The AOE (area attack) was perfect. Unfortunately, there was no MP (magic/mental power) gauge visible to the naked eye as a reference. Whether you will short or not depends entirely on your experience. An Xu felt like a novice in the game. The opponent used all the bonus points for attack power, with low MP and thin health. After using the ultimate move, if the enemy does not kneel down, he would have to kneel down. If the enemy kneels down, he would still have to kneel down. Battery life is almost nonexistent. At that time, she laughed at others for a long time, and now it is her turn to experience the feelings of the real version of the character.

Anxu's head was a little groggy, which was better than last time, probably because of being treated by Lydia. She hoped that if she meditated a few more times, her total MP would increase, she thought. She had no intention of meditating for a while, so she simply started chatting with Lydia.

"People ask this nonsense to express concern," she said. "Isn't Lydia worried about me?"

Lidia nodded, An Xu deliberately misunderstood her meaning, put on a crying face and said: "Lidya doesn't worry about me! So sad! I refused the general in order not to leave you, which led to this situation. Yes!"

"Worry!" Lydia couldn't tell the fake crying at all and hurriedly defended. An Xu teased her and aroused her interest, but she was not willing to be coaxed back by a word. She rolled around on the bed, hid her face and whined, wondering if Lydia could take the bait with such fake rolling. The ascetic monk stood by the bed and looked at the God's Favorite who showed no shame, and stood there helplessly.

In the end, Anxu was tired and didn't hear the reply. He felt that he might have gone too far. Lydia didn't want to accept this, so he lay down lazily on the bed.

"I'm worried, afraid you'll be killed." Lydia said, "Don't be sad."

An Xu turned to look at her. The ascetic actually looked serious and at a loss, which made the perpetrator a little bit embarrassed. She jumped up and reached out to touch the girl's head. The other person's hair is dry and astringent, probably due to malnutrition, and feels uncomfortable to the touch.

"You're just kidding me." An Xu said, "I'm just pretending...you know what I mean by pretending, right?"

Lydia shook her head.

"For example, if something is not like this, exaggerate it..."

"Lying?" Lydia frowned, "You can't lie."

"Oh, it's not that serious! It doesn't have to be a distortion of the facts, it's just a moderate exaggeration. It's just a joke." An Xu scratched his head, feeling that saying this was a bit shirking responsibility, "As long as it didn't cause bad results and didn't harm anyone. .For example, I didn’t lie just now.”

"Did you do this for me?" Lydia's face wrinkled, "Why?"

This was the first time that Lidya took the initiative to ask her something, and An Xu felt that he shouldn't just make a joke to get rid of it.

"Actually, I'm exaggerating." She waved her hands and said, "Basically, the general doesn't like you and says I can't play with you if I want to play with them, so I choose to play with you. Then I'll prove myself It’s okay to play, if you accidentally knock yourself down.”

"Why?"

"I probably didn't recover before. I haven't tried to what extent I could pass out."

"Why choose me?"

"You are a healer." An Xu replied honestly and casually. He felt that his mouth was a little dry in explaining. He really couldn't expect the ascetic monk to be considerate enough to prepare water. Oh, Nancy is the exception.

"There are also healers in the monastery." Lydia asked persistently.

"You look cute!"

"You want to have sex with me?"

If An Xu listened to his heart and got some water, he would have sprayed out a mouthful of water one meter away. "No!!" She yelled unjustly, "Who told you such nonsense?!"

Lydia stopped talking.

She was chosen to follow the God's Favored One not only because of her excellent skills. The Holy See heard that the God's Favored One got along well with a little girl who later developed into an omega and an older ascetic, so they chose a little ascetic girl with a pleasant appearance. Before setting off, she was asked to agree to all the harmless demands of the God's Favorite, including sex. Alpha. Even in the center of the kingdom, it is not uncommon for priests who claim to be celibate to have lovers and illegitimate children, and no one will care unless they go out of their way. They made Lydia ready for any devotion that would be beneficial to God, if the Favored One wished it.

"There's no reason!" An Xu groaned, holding his head. The ascetic monk stared at An Xu with real confusion on his face, as if it was a very strange thing for him to be chosen.

Lydia is indeed strange. She is a part in the monastery. There is no difference between one part and another. They can be replaced at will. There is no choice of which one - maybe this little girl will think about this matter. It's so different. An Xu suddenly felt a little pitiful for Lydia, and at this moment, she felt like a living person, not an NPC with breast binding written on her head.

"At the beginning, I needed a healer, anyone, just don't be too annoying." An Xu said, "But it's different now. We know each other, right? We have stayed together happily and communicated. You still have Treat me and you worry about me, then you are not 'just any non-annoying ascetic' to me, but 'Lydia' to me."

An Xu thought for a while and added: "I think the general is good and want to be friends with her. I also like you - the kind that I don't want to sleep with you - and think we can be friends. One friend can't let me leave another. One, do you understand?"

Lydia looked at her confusedly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Hey, I'm not good at giving chicken soup for the soul." An Xu said with a smile, "Anyway, just wait and see, you still have to learn."

The ascetic monk opened his big owl-like eyes and nodded in understanding.