Path of light

Chapter 175 176. Dream

Roy opened his eyes, sat up from the bed suddenly, and suddenly hit his forehead on the bed board of the upper bunk.

'Bang...'

Roy covered his head with his hands, completely awake.

He jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on his boots, and looked up at Claire sleeping on the top bunk.

Such a big movement did not wake Claire up.

Claire was facing outside, wrapped in a quilt, curled up.

Roy is a little strange...

After opening the corner of the quilt, I saw that Claire's face was red and she seemed to be breathing rapidly.

It was like an invisible hand was on his throat.

He tries to wake Claire up.

I shouted twice but saw no response from him.

Patted his face again.

I found that slapping my face was of no use at all.

Through the moonlight coming in from the window, Roy saw a water glass on the table.

He reached out to pick up the water glass, and sure enough, there was still more than half a glass of water in it.

But the ice inside has melted.

Roy tried to inject a bit of holy light power into the water, and then poured a glass of water on Claire's face.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the holy light or the cold water...

Claire woke up with a start.

He opened his eyes, gasped for air, looked around in a panic, his eyes were so wide, and asked Roy:

"Roy, where are we?"

"Onboard the Nautilus," Roy said.

Claire raised her upper body, held the edge of the bed with both hands, and rolled down from it.

He was obviously still a little shaken, and he looked around before remembering tonight's dance.

"I had a dream just now. I dreamed that I was back in Castleton City. I also changed 'Bernice' into a violin piece and held a campus concert in the college."

Unexpectedly, Claire was actually dreaming...

Roy felt a little embarrassed immediately. In this way, he must have disturbed his sweet dream.

"How was the concert?"

Claire stared at Roy and hesitated before saying, "I dreamed that I was late and when I arrived at the music auditorium, you were standing on the stage..."

"..."

Roy didn't know what to say to comfort him.

They say that you have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night...

Claire continued: “…the stage was covered in blood and the auditorium was empty.”

"You tried to hit me with a bone stick with a skull on it, so I ran out as hard as I could. All the doors in the auditorium were locked. I ran and ran in the corridor outside, until I couldn't breathe. I'm angry, and I'm running faster and faster, I can't stop, I can only breathe hard."

Claire said with lingering fear.

Seeing that Claire might have seen a nightmare, Roy condensed a faint holy light from his palm.

With a glimmer of light, Claire's face became much better.

"Then what?"

Claire reached out and touched the water stains on her face, looked at Roy with some confusion and said:

"I felt a sea water rolling over me. I fell into the cold sea and woke up immediately."

Roy smiled awkwardly:

"Hey, when I wake you up, I pour a glass of water on your face..."

"..."

Roy suddenly found that the sacred light in his palm actually trembled...

Claire didn't notice, but Roy felt it very clearly.

Holy light is not like a candle. When the wind blows, the candle flame will continue to beat.

As long as Roy steadily conveys the power of holy light outwards, this ball of sacred light can float steadily above Roy's head no matter how violent the storm is...

The shimmering light in the palm of my hand trembled, obviously affected by something.

Roy put his fingers to his lips, made a silent gesture, and lowered his voice and said:

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Have you ever felt something is wrong?"

Claire was still in a state of just waking up, and asked with a confused look:

"What's wrong?"

Roy opened the hatch and took a look into the corridor, which was actually completely dark.

He immediately closed the door gently and said to Claire:

"Even at night, the boat was a little too quiet."

Claire immediately became energetic. Wearing pajamas and bare feet, he pressed against the door and said to Roy:

"Let's go out and take a look."

"Put on the leather armor..." Roy reminded Claire.

"oh!"

The two of them hurriedly put on leather armor in the cabin, and Claire inserted the long dagger into the trousers buckle on the outside of her thigh.

Roy seemed more cautious and put the iron square shield directly on his left arm. He pushed open the hatch first and entered the corridor.

The corridor was dark and unusually quiet.

A ball of sacred light floated in front of Roy. He took a few steps forward and found that all the moonstone magic lamps on the walls on both sides of the corridor had lost their light.

You must know that moonstone actually emits light automatically at night.

This magic lamp will naturally light up at night.

But now the moonstone on the wall was completely dark. Roy walked along the corridor to the end, and found that the elf waiter who had given him and Claire a boxed fruit plate was also sleeping soundly on a small table. , a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It looked like he was in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

Roy gently pushed the elf waiter and found that he, like Claire, had no reaction at all...

Claire took out a kettle from the magic waist bag, pulled off the lid, poured some water from it, and slapped it on the face and forehead of the elf waiter. Unfortunately, it had no effect.

On the contrary, the elf waiter seemed to have encountered something terrible in his dream, and his expression became ferocious and twisted.

"Why didn't he wake up?"

Claire asked Roy with some confusion.

Roy got another glass of water and injected a trace of the power of holy light into the water glass again.

He dipped his hand into some holy water and poured it on the elf attendant's forehead.

Sure enough, the elf waiter was shaken all over, as if he had woken up from a nightmare. He sat up straight and looked around in horror. As his memory recovered little by little, his eyes gradually became clear.

Claire finally realized something was not right.

"What can I do for you two?"

The elf waiter stood up in a hurry and asked Roy and Claire.

"We are indeed in a bit of trouble!"

Claire patted the elf waiter who was still in shock and said.

After speaking, he and Roy looked at each other, and the two of them rushed up the stairs in a few steps and came directly to the deck.

It was quiet on the deck of the Nautilus. There was a light mist filling the deck, with the salty smell of sea water...

Sure enough, just as Roy had guessed, the crew members on the night watch on the deck also fell asleep. The most dangerous ones were the crew members guarding the main mast observation deck. When Roy looked over, half of his body was almost hanging on the observation deck. Outside the fence, if you roll slightly again, you will inevitably fall from the observation deck more than ten meters high.

It was pitch black on the Nautilus, and the elf waiter followed Roy and Claire, trembling with fear...