Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

"The red fish not only exists in the dreams of the Minister of the Seal, it is also subtly affecting the dreamer's thinking and subconsciousness."

"It can make people more aggressive, aggressive, aggressive and predatory."

Dorn speculated in his mind that the specific manifestation of this influence might be--

All the confidential ministers in the city and the north who dream of red fish, even if they were originally conservative doves, will become extremely radical hawks after a few nights of dreams.

"Perhaps, this is the reason for the recent outbreak of the Donat War."

Just a round of confrontation, through the nightmare black energy entangled the opponent, Donne initially touched some of the details of the red fish.

"In addition, this fish is only a projection, and its body does not know where it is."

The red fish that exists in the dream of the Secretary of the Seal of the Seal is just an illusory projection.

It is the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the meaningless bubbles.

Even catching it has no practical value.

What's even more regrettable is that the projection of the red fish in the dream is inedible, and it is not even possible to spy on the nature of its ingredients through this projection, because [Intuitive Ingredients] did not give any feedback.

"However, since it is a projection, it would be weird to be able to eat it? And, if it is really a pet raised by [War], then the body must be edible. The Cthulhu information given by Plague Miss should not be wrong."

Thinking like this, Donne dissipated the majestic nightmare blackness, and then let the red fish projection escape freely.

"Sir, that red fish..." Bishop Daya in front said, with a little respect and admiration in his tone.

Recently, I have explored so many dreams with red fish. Because of the extremely outrageous perception and reaction ability of this animal, the White-haired Archbishop has not touched a piece of fish scales.

She could feel that Dorne had just done something she couldn't do with just one hand.

"Wait first."

Dorn didn't give a clear answer, he just shook his head slightly, and then kept the [Breaking Eyes], following the red fish that was running, and walked towards this deep or light red depth.

Daya opened her mouth slightly, but in the end she didn't ask anything, bowed her head and followed obediently.

The area where the red fish is located is very close to the border of the Secretary of the Seal's dream.

According to the common sense of dreams currently mastered by Donne, all dreams have a range, and the end of the dream is an air wall.

Behind the air wall is Realm that cannot be explored.

Even a practitioner like Donne who walks in a dream in the flesh cannot violate the common sense of this dream.

He can break through the blockade of a special force in a dream; he can jump from one dream to another person's dream unscrupulously.

But even so, he cannot break through the air wall.

Because behind the air wall, the dreamer did not dream, and theoretically it does not exist at all.

Dorn followed the Red Fish closely to the air wall of the Minister of the Seal of the Seal.

Immediately afterwards, something he couldn't understand happened.

I saw the red fish swaying quickly, swimming flexibly in the air, penetrating the air wall without any hindrance, and reaching the end of the wall.

After that, in the space on the other side of the wall, which is more emptiness than nothingness, I continued to swim and shuttle.

"this?"

Dorn stretched out his hand in amazement. The air wall in front of him could not penetrate, if it was real.

No way, he can only refocus all his attention and look at the red fish that can no longer be touched over there.

The fish swims farther and farther, and the palm-sized figure slowly turns into a small dot, when it is about to disappear completely from view.

With the help of [Breaking Eyes], Dorn seemed to see deep red rolls on the other side of the wall.

The red fish just disappeared in the fleeting crimson that ordinary people couldn't notice.

"There is something on the other end of the air wall? What is that crimson?" Dorn frowned.

This red fish, which exists against the common sense of dreams he knows well, has really touched his blind spot of knowledge.

...

Inside the bedroom of the Minister of the Seal.

Through the window, you can see that the sky outside has slightly brightened, the skyline in the far east is white, and the morning light of dawn is reflected on the snowy field, and the sky is cold and ethereal.

Vivienne, Meyer, and the other three Archbishops of the Holy See scattered all around in the bedroom waiting.

They didn't panic at all, they were clearly in someone else's private house, but they were calm, like in their own home.

Everyone waited for a while without speaking, and finally the minister's bedside changed.

The majestic and substantive nightmare black air continued to emerge from the bedside, and then gathered together to outline Donne's figure.

Daya, who was sleeping in the corner of the room with an amethyst ball, her long white eyelashes trembled slightly, and then woke up.

"How's it going?" Everyone asked with concern.

Archbishop Donne and Daya just shook their heads in varying degrees.

The red fish in the dream is weird and out of common sense, and how to investigate it further still needs to be considered for a long time.

In this case, it doesn't make much sense to rest in the dream of the Minister of the Seal.

After a few brief communications, Dorn and his party left the private residence and returned to the original church where they met at midnight.

Loli's form is elegant: "Mr.'s dream control ability is extraordinary. Under his leadership, we chased the red fish all the way to the boundary of the dream..."

Because he saw Dorn’s strength in his dream, the White-haired Bishop Loli changed his opinion on Dorn on the spot, and spontaneously praised Dorn.

The tone and demeanor was quite a sense of sight to boast of "the glorious deeds of a friend of mine" to others.

This guy should be the kind of character that obviously admires the strong.

Meyer: "So, the red fish can cross the boundary of the dreamland, and go to the place that doesn't exist outside the dreamland, which is more nihility than nothingness?"

Vivienne: "Although I don't understand those things in the dream very well, if that red fish is so tricky... Then how should we investigate it further, catch it, and then eat it?"

When everyone talked with each other, Miss, the fairy was amazing.

Hearing this among the few people present, Dorn and Meyer didn't have much reaction.

In particular, Dorn raised his brows, his eyes moved away, and his index finger knuckles gently rubbed his chin. Obviously, he was thinking seriously and didn't pay much attention to everyone's conversation.

But Daya and the remaining three bishops were not calm.

It is understandable to investigate and catch red fish, but eat it?

This little silver-haired girl who followed Mr. Donne, what was thinking in her pretty little head! ?

Fairy Miss, on the contrary, doesn't take any surprises from others.

Probably the reason for being with Dorn for a long time, her thinking has been completely Dornized.

Vivienne: After defeating powerful monsters, isn't it common sense to cook and eat the opponent? (Thank your hand)

These people didn't even know how delicious Donne would make those monsters! snort!

Seeing that everyone's discussion was about to stray, the expression on Dorne's face, who was silent, suddenly became a bit vivid:

"I thought of a way, maybe it's a little feasible."

"Huh? Sir?" Everyone turned their attention from the fairy Miss to Don.

"It is to cross the border of a person's dream, to reach a place that is more nothing than nothingness, to hunt down the red fish, and even find the way to the red fish itself."

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