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Chapter 357 The First Murderer (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

"If you want to retrieve those three items, I can help you."

Martin glanced across the bookshelf and saw the dreams appear and disappear.

It was an indescribable dream. Not to mention a mortal, even a god would find it hard to bear. However, because he had divided his authority before, he was isolated from the harm and could only see it.

"You guys have been spying on me?"

Morpheus looked a little haggard, he put down his hands, and the raging sandstorm gradually subsided. But the library returned to its usual state, and the dreams of countless creatures were orderly woven into various books and filed on the bookshelf.

"You are too sensitive!"

Martin smiled helplessly, not expecting Murphys to think this way. He explained: "Everything about you was told to me by Death. No one has investigated before, let alone monitored.

As for the Burgess family, it is not a secret. Although it happened a long time ago, it is not something that we cannot do. "

Morpheus stared at Martin's eyes, and after a moment he nodded and said, "I believe what you said. If you can help me recover my dream as soon as possible, I am willing to do anything for you, provided that it does not violate my principles."

"Forget the reward. I promised Death that I would help you. Besides, if you can recover quickly, the humans affected in the dream world can also recover. That's enough for me."

Martin is not so noble.

He doesn't need Morpheus' help with ordinary matters, and it is difficult for the Endless Family to intervene in major events involving the fate of the earth or even the universe.

"According to our investigation, old Roderick, the wizard who tried to summon death to resurrect his son..."

"I know the identity of that person very well. You don't need to repeat it. Let's get straight to the point!"

When Morpheus recalled the century of imprisonment, he felt very uncomfortable and didn't want to mention it at all.

Martin also nodded and skipped over this part, and continued: "After obtaining your magic weapon, old Roderick had a period of revelry. Not only did he expand his power, he also married a young wife."

"Like all old men, he treated his young wife as a tool for sexual gratification, beating and scolding her at will, showing no respect at all. So one day, the young wife stole your magic weapon and ran away from old Roderick."

“I still remember that day!”

After being reminded by Martin, Morpheus also remembered something: "It was on that day that old Roderick threatened me like crazy, wanting me to grant him eternal life and power, but he had a conflict with Alex, and finally accidentally hit the glass ball and left this world."

He didn't say anything else because he was so disappointed with what Alex had done.

"I thought he was just going crazy everyday, but I didn't expect there was such a story behind it."

Morpheus sighed, and put the past behind him. He asked Martin, "What is the name of the young wife? As long as I know her name, I can find her whereabouts and retrieve the three props."

"We don't know either."

Martin spread his hands regretfully: "It's been too long. In order to erase all traces of his father, Alex also erased the news of his young wife."

Romantic stories like this always circulate in aristocratic circles for a long time, but the main characters of the story are distorted beyond recognition in the process of dissemination.

"By the way, isn't Alex accepting your punishment? We can definitely find some clues from his dreams."

Martin snapped his fingers, not nervous at all.

Although this matter seems tense, it is only an appearance.

Once Morpheus escapes, nothing can stop him. The only hurdle he cannot overcome is the one in his heart.

He felt that he was responsible for the decline of the Dream Kingdom, the long sleep of millions of people, and the insomnia of even more people, so he was anxious to get everything back on track.

Morpheus did not respond to Martin's suggestion. He reached out to the bookshelf, and a book with a yellow cover automatically flew into his hand.

The pages flip open to reveal every dream Alex has ever had.

Although Alex was forced to be bound to Morpheus throughout his life, his dreams were no different from those of ordinary people.

Just as messy, just as broken, just as intermittent, some can become stories, while others are just vague fragments.

Although it is said that a small detail can reveal a big picture, dreams are just dreams after all. Even if they are mixed with real information, it still requires careful judgment to distinguish them.

Morpheus stared at these dreams for a few seconds and gave up wasting time on them.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "This person's dream is too confusing and complicated. It will take a long time to find the real information from it. I can't waste my time on this."

Martin found it difficult to understand Morpheus' sudden change.

How can it be considered a waste of time when you haven't even finished watching it for a minute?
"That's it, leave this matter to me, my master!"

Lucien was obviously used to Morpheus's behavior and immediately took the task into her own hands.

"sorry to bother you!"

Morpheus nodded to the butler and said, "I need to find a shortcut to end this quickly. Before that, I need to further restore my strength."

"Martin, if you don't mind, could you come with me?"

Faced with Murphys' invitation, Martin was very hesitant.

He didn't know how to evaluate the other party's willfulness in this matter. Even if he was the master of dreams, he couldn't do whatever he wanted.

"If you really feel that you are responsible for the current state of your dream, then you should calm down and think about how to end it all in the safest and least damaging way."

Martin was not polite and even accused the other party of being irresponsible.

But Murphys did not get angry. He said calmly: "I know exactly what I am doing. This farce must end as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause greater losses."

"All right!"

Martin carefully examined the performance of the dream master in front of him and finally accepted his invitation.

Morpheus left the library first, followed by Martin. The crow flapped its wings and tried to follow, but was stopped.

Morpheus said: "You stay here to help Xi'an and look for clues in the dream. If you have any news, inform me and Martin as soon as possible."

Upon hearing the master's order, the crow's feathers instantly became limp.

Although he was unhappy in his heart, he still flew dejectedly to Lucien's shoulder and watched the dream with her.

……

Morpheus and Martin strolled among the ruins of the palace. Neither of them was in a hurry to move forward, nor did they speak.

After calming down, Martin thought of Diana. He wondered whether she and the Alliance had found the escaped Nightmare Collins, and was worried about the trouble they were in.

Morpheus couldn't stand such silence, and was the first to ask: "I have known Death for so many years, but this is the first time I see him bestow such a complete blessing on a mortal. What's so special about you?" Morpheus asked very directly, without any special emotions in between. Although it sounded a bit offensive, it was more funny.

"I won't pretend to be modest and say that I'm just an ordinary person. To 90% of people, I'm a special existence, so it's normal for death to favor me because of this."

Martin answered Morpheus' question seriously: "As for the blessing, do you really think it is something that requires a great price to pay?"

"Of course not. These forces are like human hair and nails. They will grow back after being cut."

"It's just that you are indeed the first person who has made him so dear in all these years, so I am very curious about you."

Morpheus doesn't care about so-called power, and his attitude towards Martin depends entirely on his relationship with death.

"It's normal to be curious. I don't mind you staring at me. If I can find the root cause of my constant changes in identity, I will thank you!"

Martin was half joking and half telling the truth.

Morpheus' reaction was very calm. Unlike Death, he was not curious about everything in the world.

It's okay. Although there are many mysteries about Martin, he has no desire to find an answer.

"According to Lucien, there are not many lives left in the dream, and there are only two people who can help us now."

Mephisto deliberately put emphasis on the character "人", as if to emphasize something.

Martin didn't care at first, but then he thought, where would people from the real world come from in such a dreamy place?

“Will real people come into this place?”

Martin didn't believe that any living person could enter a dream.

The ghost Taoist priest he met some time ago spent almost his entire life trying to do good things, and in the end, he could only attract the attention of death by acting arrogantly in the underworld.

Morpheus is crueler than death when dealing with many things, so those who try to enter the dream world will naturally find it even more difficult to find a way in.

"They are a pair of brothers who fled into the dreamland tens of thousands of years ago to avoid certain things."

Morpheus pointed and a road appeared at his feet, extending forward to a forest, like the suburbs outside the king's castle.

"They are very special and very pitiful. Out of pity, I allowed them to live forever in the dream world and gave them a pet."

When Murphys told the story, his voice was very soft, but not a single word escaped Martin's ears.

"So you want to take back the pet that you created with your own power to replenish your own strength?"

Martin instantly understood what he meant, although it was not difficult to guess.

"If there is a way, I won't do it. But..."

Before Morpheus could finish his words, they saw a house made of stone and thatch.

In front of the house is a large open space, which is divided into several different areas. Some are used to store sundries, some are used to raise sheep and cattle, and some are used to grow vegetables and simple crops.

Opposite the front door of the house, two middle-aged men of short stature were chopping wood with axes, as if they were going to store it.

The two men were only as tall as Martin's chest. They were wearing ordinary work clothes and looked very similar. They had unshaven beards and no other striking features.

However, Martin did not ask the doubts in his heart directly. He followed Morpheus and walked straight towards the two human brothers. Along the way, he stepped on many dry branches, making crackling sounds.

"Lord Morpheus!"

The two brothers who were chopping wood heard the sound and reacted immediately.

The older one immediately raised his axe, as if he was going to chop the man in half.

Those who were a little younger had a milder reaction and subconsciously took two steps back, taking a defensive stance.

After seeing clearly that the person coming was Morpheus, they all jumped up from the ground in surprise and pounced on Morpheus.

"My Lord, you have been missing for almost a hundred years. We all thought you had abandoned the dream and would never come back."

The older brother is outspoken and says whatever is on his mind.

The younger brother kept bowing and apologizing, hoping that Morpheus would not be angry about this matter.

Morpheus looked at the two friends in front of him who he had known for who knows how long, and for the first time he realized that there was such a deep gap between them. Just a joke could cause such a big reaction in the two of them.

But he didn't think too much about it. He simply talked about his experiences over the past century and then pushed Martin out:
"This is the human who received my sister's blessing. His name is Martin. This time I was able to regain his help."

"Martin, these two brothers are also real human beings. The elder brother is Cain and the younger brother is Abel."

When Martin heard this introduction, he frowned and said, "Are you the brothers mentioned in the Bible?"

The Bible records that after Adam and Eve left the Garden of Eden, only their first child, named Cain, was left, and then their second son, Abel, was born.

When Cain grew up, he became a farmer, and Abel became a shepherd.

They believe in God devoutly and offer the proceeds of their labor to God.

Abel, the younger brother, offered fresh blood and flesh because he was a herder, while the elder brother, a farmer, offered the crops he had worked hard for a year.

Cain was dissatisfied with this, so he was rebuked by God and told to devote his whole heart to worshipping God.

"Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do good, your offering will be accepted by me and I will love you. But if you do evil, sin will lie at your door and devour you, and you must conquer it."

But these words did not calm you down. Instead, they made him even angrier and more jealous, and he took his anger out on his younger brother.

Driven by these two emotions, Ke Li's heart could not calm down, so one day he lured his brother to the field and killed him.

According to the Bible, Cain was cursed by God to bear the sin of killing his brother forever, becoming the world's first murderer.

But the punishment Cain received stopped there. Not only did God not bring further punishment on him, but God gave him the mark that "whoever kills Cain will be retaliated against sevenfold."

"Yes, it's us! I am Cain!"

The older brother patted his chest and admitted his identity.

When he said his name, a blood-red mark appeared on his face, spreading from the right cheek to cover his entire body.

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