The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

Louise believed that Mr. A would not tell her this information for no reason, let alone come to visit him specially. This was not the style of the "Aurora Society".

He didn't even hide who ordered him, but confessed:

"The Angel of Destiny", Ourolius.

To put it more carefully, Ourolius and Amon's relationship, even if they are not brothers, should not be enemies. Why did you just sell Amon to me so casually?

Well, Louise thought for a moment, she seemed not qualified to accept this "gift". The person Ourolius wanted to sell the information to should be the "Goddess of the Night"... But Louise didn't at all.

There is a way to contact the "Goddess of the Night". Her identity as the "Goddess of the Night" is probably only for outsiders to see.

Just as Adam left, Amon came again... Louise felt like she wanted to cry without tears.

Fortunately, Amon seemed to be focused on looking for "The Fool" and did not notice Louise. Mr. A's few words just now probably did not attract Amon.

Louise was not comforting herself. Her idea was simple. If Amon really noticed her, then with her personality, she would never let go of such an "interesting guy" like herself.

Now that I am safe and sound, at least I won't die for the time being!

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

She is looking for traces of "The Fool", and Louise thinks that her connection with "The Fool" in the real world is minimal. Of course, this is also because Klein only dares to pretend to be "The Fool" on the Origin Castle. In the real world

But he has always been cautious.

If this is the case, then what are you afraid of... Louise suddenly has 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 fell asleep in this way while thinking continuously, and naturally she forgot who she wanted to sleep with tonight and how she wanted to sleep.

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Louise has not dreamed for a long time.

In fact, extraordinary people rarely dream. Because of their sufficient spirituality, most of the dreams of extraordinary people have different meanings. Louise's previous dreams made her aware of the changes in her mental state.

But tonight, she had another dream.

It is said that it was a dream, but it is not very accurate. Louise's consciousness is very clear.

"How could I fall asleep so easily when I was clearly thinking about Amon?" Louise was full of doubts. She turned her head and looked around. Everything was white, only clouds and mist, no roads, no people, it was like a fairyland.

Although Louise was confused about this, she was still familiar with the road. She did not panic, but instinctively took two steps forward and murmured softly:

"where is this place?"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the clouds and fog in front of him suddenly dispersed, leaving a passage with no boundaries at a glance, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in the realization.

This old gentleman was wearing Backlund's fashionable clothes. He had an old face and white hair and beard. Set off by the environment, he looked fairy-like. His eyes were particularly bright and he had a kind smile on his face. He was strolling towards the direction.

Coming with Louise.

"Who are you?" Louise asked.

The old gentleman put his hands together and replied with a smile:

"A guide."

Louise frowned slightly and said:

"The Twilight Hermits?"

"How smart!" The old gentleman raised his right thumb and praised, "I guessed it right away. As expected of you!"

You know who I am, and you deserve to be me... Louise resisted rolling her eyes. She didn't expect that one day such an old man would praise her.

"Are you from Loen?" Louise asked curiously, looking at the old man's clothes.

The old gentleman shook his head and replied:

"No, it's just that I have been living in Loen recently."

Louise said "Oh" and continued to ask:

"Is today the day for the 'Twilight Hermits' gathering? You should also know that this is my first time to attend. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Louise didn't have much hope, but the old man in front of her was much more enthusiastic than she thought. She smiled and said:

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

What you said reminds me of a person... Louise also returned the smile and said smoothly:

"Then you have to help me. I heard that most of the members of the Twilight Hermits are of noble status. A small role like me can't afford to offend anyone!"

The old gentleman reached out and stroked his neatly trimmed beard. He could see that it was very useful and said with a smile:

"Easy to say, easy to say."

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

It seems like there are just clouds under your feet, but there is no soft and waxy stepping feeling at all. Instead, it feels like you are down to earth.

"Do you know where this place is?" the old gentleman asked, pointing around.

Following this finger, Louise turned to look at the clouds and mist beside her, and found that the scene had completely changed.

Everything that was originally white has now become "colorful" and full of all kinds of strange pictures.

There are bustling dances and banquets, there are happy and passionate people who don't know what they are pointing out, there are children's love, there are laughter, and there are even, ahem, passionate scenes of being slept together.

Most of the pictures are brilliant and beautiful, but there are also some pictures that are incompatible with them, such as 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. Some pictures that are adjacent to each other may even be confused and become chaotic.

"Here..." Louise stared at the scene in front of her, pondered for a moment, and then guessed:

"Is it a dream?"

The old gentleman beside him seemed very happy. He even clapped his hands in celebration and praised:

"You're right, this is a dream."

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

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

However, before she could look at it for long, she found that the picture in front of her suddenly disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, but it turned into a different scene.

Louise turned her head and looked at the old man beside her with confusion. The latter asked with a smile:

"Look again, where is this place now?"