Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 202 Trading

"My friend, I am Russell Gustav. What's your name?" Russell asked Truman in a low voice.

At the moment Roselle looks at Truman, all eyes will pass over this spot, and it will go unnoticed by anyone.

"You can call me Mr. Dream. I come from Dream Castle," Truman replied.

Rosell's heart skipped a beat. He blinked, his face expressionless, and simply nodded slightly.

"My goodness, this organization is really amazing. They can even recruit people from that place as members."

However, looking at the imperial military general, he seemed to understand it.

The Duke of Dreams held an incredibly high position, but there were still other people in that castle.

"I know you too, you're the hottest new star in the capital right now," Truman said with a smile.

The favor of the "God of Craftsmen" has put Roselle in a very difficult position, but Roselle has lived up to expectations and has not yet lost his reputation as a god-favored one.

"Not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!" Rosell grinned.

The two of them chatted idly through a small window to the side, while the exchange of benefits under the card table was coming to an end.

"Alright, we can begin our open discussion now."

Even in a gathering of dozens of people, free discussion follows a set order.

"I heard that the Church of the God of Craftsmen has recently gained a new chosen one? That's quite a rare occurrence."

Upon hearing this, many people turned to look at Russell.

Russell, naturally unfazed, straightened his back and readily admitted, "Yes, it's me!"

"A chosen one of the gods?" someone chuckled, their voice tinged with skepticism.

"Of course, I didn't do anything earth-shattering."

"Improving a steam engine or creating a new type of sailboat is all it takes. Anyone can do it." Russell raised an eyebrow, swaggered out his palm, and with a flick of his wrist, he could manipulate events with ease.

Someone at the scene actually glanced at their own hand.

"There will probably be steam locomotives and steam sailboats in the future, so don't be surprised."

Russell's arrogant and flippant expression was really... infuriating, his sarcasm was off the charts, and he completely disregarded the status of the group of big shots present.

"What is a steam locomotive?" Truman offered a timely assist.

"Using steam engines to pull trains carrying hundreds or thousands of tons of goods would probably greatly speed up the transportation of supplies."

"Its speed is also quite fast, much faster than most low-sequence superhumans. It seems to be able to be used to pull people up, directly pulling up hundreds or thousands."

The first to turn pale were the military and political personnel of the empire and the other major kingdoms, who astutely discovered the potential applications of such locomotives in certain areas.

The majority of the world still consists of ordinary people.

"That would turn the whole world upside down."

The others weren't fools either, and naturally they thought of these things.

"No wonder he's called the 'Son of Steam'." Someone sighed softly, acknowledging that Rosell was sitting with them.

"Son of Steam" was the name given to him by many ordinary people in the capital after Roselle improved the steam engine.

Subsequently, many people turned their attention to Truman, who was standing nearby.

"A brand new version of Dream Coins will be released this week. It's very commemorative. Is anyone interested? Give me your address and I'll send it to you."

Truman chuckled and looked at everyone.

The Dream Coin comes from the Dream Castle.

These people all narrowed their eyes and looked away. Russell's talent was due to his own abilities, while this person had powerful connections.

"Ahem, could I have one?" Rosell coughed twice, asking Truman for one.

"Of course." Truman nodded gently.

"The seas have been quite turbulent lately. Pirates seem to be getting too rampant. It's easy to imagine that if improved sailing ships were deployed, pirates would become a major problem."

Someone has started a new topic.

Russell stood out in the meeting with his "talent" and amazing insight into certain things, which was quite remarkable, while Truman was the one who kept watching.

"The meeting is now adjourned!"

The elderly man who had initially chaired the meeting announced its end, and many attendees left this dreamlike place immediately.

"See you offline!" Rosell waved goodbye to Truman. The two were not too far apart in the real world, so meeting up offline should have been easy.

"By the way, I'm hosting a banquet soon, mainly to test some cannons that I designed and oversaw the construction of. Are you interested?"

Russell asked, showing that he cared a lot about Truman and wanted to take the initiative to cultivate their relationship.

"Okay." Truman suddenly thought of something and nodded in agreement.

The impact of new-era artillery is enormous; even low-sequence and some mid-sequence extraordinary individuals cannot withstand it. Once it reaches a large scale, it will be even more terrifying.

For the past thousand years, the Dream Cult has never touched these tools of war, but now Roselle has brought them out.

This will greatly change Russell's situation, and some things will even have to be brought to the forefront.

Russell also left, exiting this dream world, but Truman remained seated, waiting for someone to arrive.

Suddenly, a priest dressed in a simple robe appeared in the main seat.

The priest's pale golden eyes looked at Truman, who spoke first, "Long time no see."

"Hmm." Adam showed no emotional fluctuation, looking at Truman calmly.

"Do you want 0-08?" Truman asked directly.

The Church's system of sealed artifacts had already been established, yet Truman's Alshoghod Pen, left in the Church of the Night, still received the number "0-08".

"What do you want?" Adam asked Truman without surprise.

0-08 is currently under the control of the Church of the Night, but to leave the Church of the Night, not only does the Goddess of Night need to agree, but Truman also needs to tacitly approve.

"I want the entire ocean of the collective unconscious." Truman didn't keep anyone in suspense and stated his condition directly.

A sudden glint of light flashed in Adam's eyes; he could no longer remain calm. "It's not mine."

The ocean of the collective unconscious is composed of the unconscious of all living beings; it is an existence hidden beneath the world.

"But you can also control this ocean after you become a 'dreamer'."

"What I need is for you to promise that you will never again be able to control the ocean of the collective unconscious in any way."

This is equivalent to making Adam permanently relinquish a part of his authority over "ideas".

Truman explained, then added, "Of course, the 'audience' route still has the right to enter and exit here, but the ownership is now in my hands."

"..." Adam looked at Truman in silence, without saying a word for a long time.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

"Not enough." After a series of weighings that no one could know, Adam finally compromised, despite being inherently in a weaker position.

"Then what else do you want?" Truman smiled; there was hope as long as there was room for negotiation.

Let me prepare, I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)