The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 134 Ch.133 Don't associate with people like this
About the world of sleep.

Roland had only entered one place.

That dense forest.

Entering was beyond his control, and neither was leaving.

Fernandez told him that if he entered an unfamiliar place, he must stay there and wait to wake up - but he didn't tell Roland that if the place was also dangerous...

How to escape?

“We don’t have the power to flee.”

The golden flames melted the ice and snow, turning the snow cave into a wet snow swamp.

"Time in the sleeping world is chaotic. One night in reality may be ten years here - or two days, two breaths. Every dream is different, no one can be sure, and there is no way to calculate it."

"You can only survive with difficulty until you wake up."

Enid twisted her skirt.

When the flames surrounded them like a familiar hound, the wind and snow became especially docile.

Seeing that everything is not pale.

Yellow gold pounds were everywhere.

He and Enid stood almost in a sea of ​​gold pounds.

"So, every exploration of a new dream is an adventure. People who are passionate about it will sooner or later get lost in the storm." Enid brushed the snow off Roland's shoulders, looked at the helpless young man trapped in the gold pound, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

"You have to ask your captain what he usually thinks about."

Roland rubbed his nose, lips, and ears, which were gradually regaining consciousness.

If Enid had not been by his side during the 'gold pound avalanche' just now, he would have been swallowed up by the surging 'tsunami' and died in this golden land.

"This is too dangerous, why would anyone..."

“Because the rewards for taking risks are great enough.”

Enid raised her head and looked toward the sky.

A black shadow flapped its wings, passed through the snow and fog, and disappeared among the layers of mountains.

"Owlbeast."

she says.

"A few years ago, when I came to this dream, I climbed up that snowy mountain."

"At the top of the mountain, I found a feather of an Owlbeast - the one I gave you to point to the "coordinates" here."

"Fernandez and the other ritualists who hunted the Moonkin are not enough to make it truly 'born' again. However, the feathers are enough."

"Many rituals require special materials. For example, echidna thorns, unicorn blood, moonkin feathers, guardian fragments, fairy skins, and even..."

She looked at Roland with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"Even a dragon's heart."

she says.

“And this is the reward.”

"Not to mention, in each dream, there may be secret teachings and the legacy of the ritualist - if you die here, Roland, the next person who comes may be able to get the same interesting, mysterious material."

Enid raised an eyebrow, "Like eyeballs or something."

Roland had no answer to this question.

“Some things are priceless.”

"It can only be obtained from the sleeping world."

"adventure?"

"Or should we just be content with the status quo?"

Enid faced the snow and sighed, "If Fernandez died in a dream, perhaps his secret organ would become the 'nutrient' of that dream - those who come after him will be richly rewarded. But how, and how to find the 'reward'?"

"Only take risks."

"Dream Explorer"

"This is the claim made by a few wandering ritualists. They don't want to join any organization, and they don't want to be controlled by any sect. So, where do the materials for their rituals, the invisible arts, even the great arts, the secret organs... everything come from?"

Enid stamped her foot.

The gold coins rustled.

"From the sleeping world."

Roland looked at the sea of ​​gold pounds and couldn't help muttering:
'This is a treasure mountain, but also the eye of the storm...'

"That's right." Enid bent down, picked up two gold pounds, and handed one to Roland.

Heavy coins.

But there are no patterns on both sides.

It's just - it's just coins.

"It's an illusory thing without details that can't be taken away." Enid held the piece in her hand, and the flame suddenly burned up.

It quickly turned into golden liquid and fell into the pile of gold coins through his fingers.

"When you sense something 'important', Roland, you must find a way to hold on to it until you are out of the dream - it is something that can be brought out of the dream. For example: the feather under your pillow."

Roland frowned: "How... should I 'sense'?"

"When you meet him, you will understand."

Enid looked past Roland and towards the frost-covered mountains in the distance. "The sleeping world, the fantasies and obsessions of human beings. Do you know? I once went to a dream - a battlefield."

"I fought the enemy for three months."

“But nothing was achieved.”

"In the end, a ritual material was dug out from the belly of the woman selling the warhorse: the soft intestines of the greedy."

She turned her head, opened her thin lips slightly, and looked at Roland, as if asking for credit:
"Interesting enough, isn't it?"

"I don't see the point."

Roland thought so too, and for a moment he couldn't keep up with the rhythm and laughed a little late.

Then Enid found him.

She obviously thought it was a funny joke and kept it for a long time, rarely telling it to anyone.

But Roland didn't think it was funny.

There was a hint of embarrassment on the woman's face.

“…This isn’t funny, is it?” It’s not unfunny.

that is…

Roland didn't understand how on earth it could be called a joke.

"It's always like this. I think some things are funny, but others don't." Enid also knew that she had this problem. She raised her long eyebrows and stared at Roland without giving up: "Is it really not funny?"

Roland: ...

"Not funny at all?"

"Tell her something really funny."
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I don't know what's really funny.

"Just repeat what I said."

Roland looked at the few lines of words in his sight, confused.

What kind of joke is this?
"Roland?" Enid called out as she saw him in a trance.

"About jokes..." Roland glanced at the words again, "I heard a pretty humorous one..."

Enid held her hands and hummed, "...tell me about it?"

Roland began to repeat the text:

A long time ago.

There was a lady who suffered from chronic depression, headaches, and occasional dizziness.

Life has become very difficult because of this disease.

One day, her friend recommended a doctor to her.

Roland paused and continued:

After seeing her, the doctor asked a few questions and quickly gave her a treatment plan.

"If you do as I say, you will definitely feel better. Maybe you can even get rid of this annoying disease completely."

This is what the doctor told my wife.

So, after dinner, the lady went to the bathroom.

She stared at the mirror, raised her index finger, pointed at her head, and muttered to herself:

'I don't feel any pain, I don't feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed.'

she says.

'I don't feel any pain, I don't feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed.'

She repeated it over and over again, every word audible, and she kept repeating it while looking at herself in the mirror.

'I don't feel any pain, I don't feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed.'

Recite silently for ten minutes.

The finger was always pointed at the head - like a mantra.

'I don't feel any pain, I don't feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed.'

Repeated hundreds of times.

The days passed like this.

soon.

She really no longer had headaches or dizziness.

I feel full of energy.

She was very happy and visited the doctor again, bringing a thank-you gift.

During the conversation, she suddenly remembered something.

So, ask the doctor:

'Sir, my husband...'

She meant something:
"In some aspects, well, that is, between men and women, he is not very..."

After hearing this, the doctor immediately understood what the lady was talking about.

He smiled and said that he could ask his wife's husband to come over another day and that he had a way.

So a few days passed.

The lady's husband came to visit.

After a few days, my husband was indeed different.

The lady is very happy.

To this end, she asked the servants to replace the bed with a more earthquake-resistant one.

But there is only one thing:
Every night before going to bed, the husband would go to the bathroom and spend ten minutes - since she had also been through treatment, the wife was curious about what her husband's 'treatment' would be like.

One day, when her husband was away, she quietly followed him.

She lay down and peeked through the crack of the bathroom door.

The husband was just like her, standing in front of the mirror and looking at himself in the mirror.

He looked in the mirror and pointed a finger at his head.

With a serious expression on his face, he said in a deep voice:

'She is not my wife, not my wife, not my wife...'

puff-

Enid laughed so hard that she fell backwards. After a few times, she suddenly felt that she had been impolite and could not help but glared at Roland.

"Who did you learn this from?"

"In the future, avoid associating with people like this."

Roland nodded seriously.
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You see, my boss told me to have less contact with you in the future.

"oh."

"Did that boss who can only fall asleep when you hold him in his arms say that?"

Roland: ...

"Did you say that to the boss who wore silky translucent socks and deliberately moved her obscene toes in front of you and had to be hugged by you before she could fall asleep?"
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wrench.

"I can get even longer."
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Everyone should have the opportunity to admit defeat.

"You are as stupid as a pig sometimes."
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I think we don't have to kill each other.

(End of this chapter)