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In a small reception room in the prince's palace.

The little princess Anlieta organized it on a whim, and the literary salon is in full swing.

Balthazar was invited and was among those who participated in the salon.

Although the great magician of the court has recently become inexplicably radical in his attitude towards politics and war. But this change in the trend of thought did not affect his love for literature, history and philosophy.

He is now a wise man with a love of war.

"Aiden, you are such a good guy with excellent literary accomplishments! It's a pity that I didn't know you earlier! If you want me to say, within three years, an outstanding young man like you will definitely make his mark in the north."

Balthazar was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties. He was in the southeast corner of the living room, holding a goblet half full of wine in his hand, and he was in high spirits.

In front of him stood a young man named Aiden.

"Mr. Balthazar, it is my loss that I did not accept the teachings of such a great literary master as you earlier."

Aiden was handsome and modest, always speaking slowly in a soft and somewhat hesitating tone, but everything seemed to come out of his mouth with extraordinary charm and great interest.

The Great Magician Balthazar now feels from the bottom of his heart that meeting such a young man in this temporary salon is a real blood profit!

Between the two, the more we chat, the more we can discover that they have similar thoughts, philosophical views and talents.

They share common interests, lives and dreams, share the same literary propositions and fanatical ideals, have the same appreciation ability, and are equally knowledgeable.

Therefore, the conversation between the two of them often hit it off.

Even though it was the first time they met, both of them felt the joy of mutual understanding.

What is high mountains and flowing waters meeting bosom friends?

Mr. Balthazar is so focused on the immediate exchange of literature, history and philosophy.

And during the heated discussion with his confidant, and unable to extricate himself, a total of thirteen Northland dignitaries, including His Royal Highness the Prince himself, quickly fell asleep in a slightly weird way inside the palace.

With the strength of this great magician, it is a very reluctant thing to perceive the nightmare black energy quietly released by a certain one-third of the gods.

In the current situation where his attention is limited, he is completely unaware of any abnormalities.

The other side of the living room.

Princess Anrietta, the initiator of this salon, folded her hands in front of her body, maintaining the dignified and noble temperament that a superior person should have, and staring at her guests like water.

Her gaze swept across the living room, and when she passed the teacher Balthazar and the young man Aiden, she paused for a while.

"It seems that the person I arranged can really attract the teacher's attention." The little princess thought in her heart.

That's right.

This young man named Aiden was specially arranged by Anrietta.

He is a smart retainer of Xiaowangnu who has a very good background, and he was secretly engaged in the palace's internal intelligence work before.

After one afternoon and one evening of surprise training, Aiden, whose main job is to collect all kinds of information in the prince's territory, has been familiar with Mr. Balthazar's personality, hobbies, dreams and other information.

It can be said that he is a confidant tailored for Balthazar!

It's just a one-night exchange time, and they won't reveal their secrets at all!

Although sometimes talking about topics that were not prepared in advance, Aiden can cope with it on the spot.

As long as he grasps the direction Balthazar prefers to answer questions, it doesn't matter even if the opinions and opinions expressed occasionally are not exactly the same as the great magician.

Even in the afternoon, during the assault training in the afternoon, Anlieta specially instructed Aiden to put forward a different view and point of view from Balthazar's on individual issues.

She knows her teacher too well.

The so-called gentleman is harmonious but different.

Sometimes the collision of ideas is more fascinating than blind catering, isn't it?

"You have taught me so well, Master."

The little princess couldn't help but feel a little guilty when she thought of using plots and schemes to plot against those close to her.

But as long as the information about the "red fish who provoked the war" provided by Donne is true, then everything done now is correct and worthwhile.

"I don't know how his... plan is going. Sigh—this clothes is a bit tight on the chest, and I'm so tired after standing in this position for so long. I really want to go back to the room and lie down."

The little princess kept her original standing posture, she let herself go a little bit, and some messy thoughts in her heart jumped out inappropriately.

In the eyes of other people who participated in the salon, this distorted heir to the Northern Land's legal principles was just standing noble and cold by the candlelight, his beautiful eyes were calm, and the light and shadow overlapped on the gorgeous costume.

It seems to have insight into everything and is inaccessible.

...

In the dream of the Minister of Seals.

Daya stayed where she was, as Dorn had told her before she left.

The shimmering light from the amethyst in her hand shrouds her body, ensuring that she does not interact with the unreal things in the dream.

"Sir, he seems to have succeeded." Daya muttered to himself.

Since Dawn left, the bishop whose consciousness took on the form of Yujie could clearly feel that the dream here was expanding.

The number of non-projection and non-subconscious units in dreams is increasing, that is, the number of dreaming subjects is increasing.

The scale of the blood-red war that took place in this dream is getting bigger and bigger.

More and more dreamers participated with their illusory projections and subconsciousness in their dreams, filling this red fish dream into a grand war epic.

Even His Royal Highness rushed to the front line with his personal guards.

Mr. Donne is really weaving a series of dreams related to red fish.

"Obviously those who can dream of red fish are scattered in various parts of the prince's land, and they can accomplish this kind of thing in a short period of time... The ability of the sir seems to surpass that of human beings."

"I don't know if he will be willing to teach me. If possible, I want to learn from him. It would be great if I could be his student."

"I just don't know what kind of background Mister is. Even the cardinals in the Holy City respect him."

Thinking this way, Daya still stood in the center of the fierce battlefield without shifting her position.

She wouldn't move until Dorne came back.

When the red fish dream was filled to the size of nearly fifty people, Daya had a very subtle feeling——

In the past, I could feel the sense of confinement and oppression every time I fell into a dream, but now I can't feel it suddenly.

It was as if some kind of shackles had been broken.

It was as if I had been training with sandbags all the time, and at this moment the sandbags in my consciousness were suddenly untied.

"Is this the boundless dream that Mr. said?"

Although mentally prepared for this.

But at the moment when the grand and boundless dreamland really descended, the head of the northern diocese still felt a spontaneous shock.