Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Louise believed that Mr. A would not tell herself these news for no reason, let alone pay a special visit, which is not the style of the "Aurora Society".

He didn't even conceal whose orders he had taken, but confessed:

"Angel of Destiny", Ouroreus.

Speaking carefully, the relationship between Ulorius and Amon, even if they are not brothers, they should not be enemies, right? Why did you just sell Amon to me like this?

Uh, Louise thought about it for a while, and she didn't seem to be qualified to accept this "gift". The person Ulorius wanted to sell the news to should be the "Goddess of the Night"... But Louise didn't think so at all. There is no way to contact the "Goddess of the Night", and her identity as the "Blessed One of the Night" is probably only for outsiders to see.

Ya just left on his front foot, and this Amon came again... Louise felt what it was like to cry without tears.

But fortunately, Amon seemed to be looking for "The Fool" wholeheartedly, and didn't notice Louise, and Mr. A's few words just now should not have attracted Amon.

Louise wasn't trying to comfort herself. Her thoughts were simple. If Amon really noticed her, then with his personality, he would never let such an "interesting guy" like himself go.

Now that he is still safe and sound, at least he won't die for the time being!

"Is it possible for Amon to find himself?" Louise suddenly asked herself.

He is looking for traces of "The Fool", and Louise thinks that she has little contact with "The Fool" in the real world. Of course, this is also because Klein only dared to pretend to be "The Fool" on Origin Castle, but in the real world. For the sake of being cautious all the time.

Since this is the case, then why should I be afraid... Louise suddenly gained some confidence, and she has a backer!

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to St. Samuel's Cathedral to pray!" Louise made up her mind, as if this would ensure her safety.

Slowly, she slowly fell asleep amidst constant thinking like this, and naturally she also forgot who she was going to sleep with tonight and how to sleep.

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Louise hadn't dreamed for a long time.

In fact, Extraordinary people seldom dream. Because of their sufficient spirituality, most of Extraordinary's dreams have different meanings. Louise's previous dreams made her notice changes in her mental state.

But tonight, she dreamed again.

Said it was a dream, but it wasn't particularly accurate, Louise's consciousness was very clear.

"I was clearly thinking about Amon, so how could I fall asleep so easily?" Louise was full of doubts. She turned her head and looked around. There was nothing but clouds and mist, no roads, no people, like a fairyland.

Although Louise was puzzled about this, she was familiar with it. She didn't panic, but instinctively took two steps straight ahead, and murmured softly:

"where is this place?"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the clouds and mist in front of him suddenly dispersed, leaving a passage where the boundary could not be seen at a glance, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in the realization.

This old gentleman was wearing Backlund's popular clothes, with an old face and white hair and beard. Against the backdrop of this environment, he looked fairy-like, with bright eyes and a kind smile on his face. He was walking towards Walking with Louise.

"Who are you?" Louise asked.

Putting his hands together, the old gentleman replied with a smile:

"A guide."

Louise frowned slightly and said:

"Twilight Hermit Society?"

"You're so smart!" The old gentleman praised, raising his right thumb, "I guessed it right away, as expected of you!"

You know who I am, it's me... Louise resisted rolling her eyes, she didn't expect such an old man to praise her one day.

"Are you from Loen?" Louise asked curiously as she looked at the old man's clothes.

The old gentleman shook his head and replied:

"No, it's just living in Loen recently."

Louise let out an "oh" and continued to ask:

"Is today the day of the 'Twilight Hermit Society' gathering? You should also know that this is my first time attending. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Louise didn't have much hope at first, but the old man in front of her was much more enthusiastic than she imagined, and said with a smile:

"You are asking the right person! I am not a guide for nothing. No one is more suitable to answer this question than me."

What you said reminded me of someone... Louise also smiled back, and climbed up smoothly:

"Then you have to help me a bit. I heard that most of the members of the 'Twilight Hermit Society' are of noble status. I can't offend anyone with such a small role!"

The old gentleman stretched out his hand to caress his neatly trimmed beard, he could see that it was very useful, and said with a smile:

"It's easy to say, easy to say."

"Come, come, let's talk as we walk." He waved to Louise, and the two walked side by side on the road that just appeared.

It seems that there are only clouds under the feet, but there is no soft feeling of stepping on it, but it seems to be down-to-earth.

"Do you know what this place is?" the old man asked, pointing to the surrounding area.

Following this finger, Louise turned to look at the clouds beside her, and found that the scene had already taken on a new look.

Everything that was originally white has now become "colorful", full of various strange pictures.

There are lively dances and banquets, impassioned people who don't know what to point out, love for children, laughter, and even, ahem, passionate scenes of sleeping together.

Most of the pictures are brilliant and beautiful, but there are also some incompatible pictures, life and death, love and hatred, including cruel wars with heavy artillery fire.

These pictures are not static, but are constantly changing and developing. They seem to have their own context, and even pictures that are adjacent to each other will be confused and become chaotic.

"Here..." Louise looked at the scene in front of her dazedly, pondered for a while, and guessed:

"Is it a dream?"

The old gentleman beside him seemed very happy, he even clapped his hands to show his congratulations, and praised:

"That's right, this is a dream."

"But this is not your dream, and of course it is not my dream. This is Backlund, Loen, and the dream of all humans in the Northern Continent."

This is the ability of the top "audience"... Louise nodded without saying a word, just continued to browse the dreams on both sides, as if she wanted to find some familiar content in it.

However, she didn't look at it for a long time before she found that the picture in front of her suddenly disappeared.

No, it didn't dissipate, but changed into another scene.

Louise turned her head and looked puzzled at the old man beside her. The latter smiled and asked:

"Look again, what is this place now?"