The Death Knell

At the same time, the King of the Kingdom of Dreams, the creator of mortal imagination, the fourth son of the Endless Family, this is all about one man, and he was taking a walk.

Lucian, his butler and librarian, had not seen him for several hours, but the middle-aged elf with pointed ears was not worried at all and still used a small feather duster to clean the floating dust on the vases in the castle.

Because the housekeeper knows that his master never sleeps, he prefers to wander around and watch other people's dreams, or the dreams of other things.

A dog's dream? A dream about a stone? The dream of a drop of water? Who knows, dreams are free and no one can completely control their dreams.

Today, things are calm in the Kingdom of Dreams. The battle between the old and new gods has not affected this utopia much. The starry sky in the castle is still beautiful, and the palm trees hanging from the ceiling have crystal-clear growths. coconut.

Brain teasers! When do coconuts grow on palm trees?

The answer is simple, in a dream.

Sandman's castle is like this. Except for the main hall and library, which are relatively in line with human understanding of architecture, the almost endless circular corridors or the restaurant filled with various dream creations are beyond the scope of human understanding. .

This is somewhat similar to the Corridor of Destiny, but more chaotic and irregular.

"Wash, scrub, scrub~"

Mr. Butler finished sweeping the vase, and then placed the duster on the large glass cover beside it. Under the cover was a dark dinosaur. It looked like a Tyrannosaurus rex toy that boys would like. It was only about the size of a palm. On weekdays, Feed on red bean patties.

It's not Sandman's pet, or even a living thing, but it's not a toy either, it's just a ghost that loves to eat red beans.

"Tools, hat, shoes, knife, flute, orange peel, yes." The butler turned his head and glanced at the corridor behind him, and nodded with satisfaction: "I'm still talking to myself, which means everything is in order and everything is fine. "

Lucian is not a human being, he is a fantasy creature, so he does not understand that some things cannot be said casually.

Just like a soldier cannot say, "I will go home and get married after this battle," a doctor cannot say, "I have so much leisure tonight" while working the night shift.

Before he finished speaking, the castle shook violently, and his pointed ears twitched immediately. After identifying the place where the vibration came from, the poor butler's expression changed drastically.

Putting down the feather duster in his hand, he took off his two grasshopper-like long legs and ran around the castle. The words he muttered to himself also changed, and he just kept mumbling:

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"

While chanting, he ran into the basement, came to a coffin, and then jumped on it with a leap.

The coffin was half open, and some black smoke in the shape of peacock tail feathers was trying to come out of the coffin. He quickly held them down and stuffed them back into the coffin.

His men were also lying on the coffin lid, as if intending to use their own weight to suppress these monsters.

Of course, he still had some doubts about his fighting ability, so he pressed the coffin board while shouting for help:

"Your Majesty! Lord Sandman, come here quickly! Something happened!"

As the steward of the castle, Lucian's status in the Kingdom of Dreams can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Well, maybe that's not accurate, because Sandman is not one person, countless Sandman exist at the same time, but this has nothing to do with him being an old butler, anyway, any Sandman can come over.

So when he asked for help, his master was always there immediately, more efficiently than any other god.

"What is it? My loyal butler, I have told you many times not to shout in the castle, the clouds will be blown away by you."

A vine grew on the wall of the basement, and the vine bloomed into huge red flowers. Then the flowers were successfully pollinated and turned into fruits. It strangely grew fruits one after another.

Daniel's voice came from one of the apples, and he walked out of the fruit.

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed a black cloud that had just escaped, stuffed it into the coffin, and then closed the lid.

"The Nightmare Box is open. When I came here, I saw it was open and something ran out!" The butler touched the coffin, turned it into a huge box, and hung four locks on it. He felt sad and guilty. "But what escaped? Is it the Path of Nothingness? I've never trusted it. Or is it the Teeth of Infinity? Every time I check the box, it's eating itself."

"No need to speculate, Lucian." Sandman turned around and looked at the wall, but his sight seemed to penetrate the wall and cast into the endless distance, with stars spinning in his pupils: "I know which nightmare is missing, It’s not about escaping, nothing escapes that box, it’s let go.”

Just when the butler opened his mouth and wanted to further ask his Majesty what was going on, another voice sounded in the dim basement with only starlight, and at the same time a hand quickly reached out and picked off the vine. There are two fruits, one is an orange and the other is a banana.

"It seems I came at the wrong time. Did you lose something in the castle? Let's make it clear first, I won't take any of your junk."

Deathstroke's black and yellow armor gradually emerged from the darkness. The two fruits he took were exactly one for him and Strangler. After he finished speaking, they were bitten so hard that they made a squeaking sound. Their dying cries were like mice. .

But it tastes really good.

"Oh, my lord, how did you get in? Don't cause trouble to an old guy like me at this time." The housekeeper covered his face, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as if he was worried about the death knell. It was a bit helpless to come uninvited.

But in comparison, Sandman is much more polite. He knows how powerful Deathstroke is. At this time, it can be regarded as one of the three poles of human beings. It is not surprising to appear anywhere.

"Don't be rude, Lucian. Go and prepare tea and snacks. We have a nightmare that got lost, but it has nothing to do with the death knell."

The pale Sandman said this. He was wearing white pajamas today. He looked like a ghost who hadn't woken up, and he felt a little translucent.

The butler bowed slightly and left the basement to go to the kitchen to prepare. He hoped that the teapot there had already boiled hot water for today.

"Huh? A nightmare ran away?" Su Ming turned his eyes to the box aside, and then looked at several other coffins in the basement: "Isn't this a big deal? The nightmares your family captured and imprisoned are better than The hares caught by hunters must be docile and not dangerous. Maybe they will come back after they have had enough fun."

"The danger depends on who it is for."

Daniel made an invitation gesture and invited Deathstroke to chat in the small living room that had just grown in the castle's basement:

"Nightmares are nothing to you, but they are too scary for ordinary humans. But you are right. Dreams are also the destination of nightmares, and they will always come back."