There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his claw and gently touched the bandage wrapped around the sword sheath.

“This bandage seems to have the effect of blocking the curse; my senses can’t penetrate it!” Wayne said.

“That’s right, this bandage does have the effect of warding off curses, but what I want you to look at is what’s inside the bandage,” Lu Qing nodded.

She briefly explained the scabbard's abilities and then stated her requirements.

"So, you know a lot of things, right? Do you think what I just said is feasible?" Lu Qing asked.

Vayne is a raven who found a fragment of the god of misfortune and doom, although there is no evidence to support this claim; it is merely Vayne's own assertion.

But Wayne does know far more than Lu Qing, so asking Wayne about this matter is perfectly fine.

“Hey, unwrap the bandages first, let me take a look. These bandages are blocking my senses,” Wayne said, pointing to the bandages on the scabbard.

"Row."

Lu Qing nodded and loosened the bandages on the scabbard a little, revealing part of the scabbard.

An aura of curse emanated from the sword sheath, and upon seeing this, a serious expression appeared on Vain's face.

Yes, he was serious. Although it was a bit strange to see a serious expression on a bird, that was the impression Wei gave Lu Qing at that moment.

"Gah!"

With a strange cry, a peculiar wave emanated from Vain's body, and in an instant, the curse on the sword sheath seemed to be suppressed.

Then, the scabbard returned to its original state, and the serious expression on Vain's face also disappeared at that moment.

"Gah, this scabbard is very powerful, but it has no self-awareness and therefore cannot mobilize its internal power. I just fought against it for a while and have determined the strength of the curse on this scabbard. Theoretically speaking, it should be perfectly capable of absorbing the curse on you."

After a pause, Wayne continued:

"When you come into contact with the scabbard, the curse on your body will fight against the curse on the scabbard. The scabbard will win, the low-temperature curse will be absorbed and eliminated, and the remaining scabbard curse will entwine around you."

"However, the remaining curses are not fatal; they will only weaken you for a period of time, about a week."

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Eliminating the Curse

Hearing Wayne's words, Lu Qing stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and then asked:

"How weak are you referring to?"

If the weakness wasn't too severe, Lu Qing felt she could try it now, but if it would affect her opera performance practice, then forget it.

After all, the main goal of this dream is to make the opera performance come to a magnificent close.

Although it's unclear just how spectacular the system's requirement for a grand finale should be.

But Lu Qing wouldn't choose to think about such things; all she could do was to do her best to achieve this goal.

This wasn't just because she wanted to win this dream, but also because of the dream's owner.

If the dream succeeds, it's certainly a good thing that the dream's owner is awakened. But if it fails, they will not only be punished by the "Dream" game, but the difficulty of the dream will also increase.

It could even put the dreamer's life in danger, although the probability is not high.

Because low-level dreams are relatively easy to resolve, even if failure leads to a worsening of the dream, the difficulty will not increase too much. As long as a more powerful dream summoner intervenes, it will definitely be resolved.

"Caw, let this bird think..."

Wayne flew to Lu Qing's shoulder, seemingly deep in thought. After a while, he said:

"It shouldn't be too serious."

Wayne nuzzled Lu Qing's face with his wing and said, "Judging from your current physical condition, it's probably like a mild cold; you'll feel a little tired."

After a pause, Wayne added:

"However, because the curse has been removed from your body, your body may not be able to adapt for one to two months. Your body temperature will need to slowly recover, and during this recovery period, your complexion will look like that of someone who is sick."

"It sounds acceptable," Lu Qing said.

For Lu Qing, feeling slightly weak for a week, like having a mild cold, wasn't a serious matter.

It didn't even have much of an impact on practicing opera performances.

After all, it's just fatigue, not a real cold, so there won't be any dizziness or other symptoms.

"What should I do?" Lu Qing asked Wayne.

“Just put your hand on it,” Vain said, pointing with his wing to the scabbard on the ground.

Is this okay?

Lu Qing stretched out her finger and touched the scabbard. Just as her finger was about to touch the scabbard, Lu Qing turned her head and looked at Fang Qingrou not far away.

"Should I tell Xiaorou?" Lu Qing wondered.

After all, I had previously agreed with Xiaorou that we would have someone test it first and then try it myself, but now I used it directly while she was sleeping.

Will this make Xiaorou worry, or will she feel resentful that I didn't tell her when I used the sword sheath?

"Forget it, never mind."

Shaking her head, Lu Qing suppressed all the burdens in her heart and gently pressed her fingers on the wooden outer shell of the sword sheath.

The next moment, a cold sensation appeared on her fingertips, followed by a chilling aura of curse that sent shivers down her spine, spreading along Lu Qing's fingers and through her arm.

At the same time, the low-temperature curse within Lu Qing's body, after being invaded by the curse on the sword sheath, was as if her own home had been invaded. It immediately burst out of Lu Qing's body and collided with the curse on the sword sheath.

However, just as Vain had said, after the two collided, the low-temperature curse was quickly suppressed by the curse on the scabbard and then sealed inside the scabbard.

Although Lu Qing had long since removed her fingers from the sword sheath, the curse still inevitably remained on her.

A feeling of exhaustion crept in from every corner of my body.

Lu Qing glanced at the clock in the corner of the room. The hour hand had just pointed to five o'clock, leaving a full three hours until the meeting time at eight o'clock in the morning.

"Ha~"

Yawning, Lu Qing looked at Wayne and said, "You must be tired after a long night. You should get some sleep too."

After saying that, Lu Qing couldn't help but yawn again. Without bothering to take off her clothes, Lu Qing went straight to the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and then put her arms around Fang Qingrou's waist before falling asleep.

"Gah, I can really relax."

Wayne flew to the bedside, looked at Lu Qing who was fast asleep, and Fang Qingrou lying next to Lu Qing, and finally came to the wooden frame next to the double bed, closed his eyes and rested.

He hadn't slept all night. Although he wasn't very tired, since Lu Qing told him to rest, he decided to rest for a while.

.........

7:24 AM.

Fang Qingrou slowly woke up. She felt as if she had touched something on her chest, so she opened her eyes and looked.

Then he saw Lu Qing resting her head on his chest, breathing evenly.

Fortunately, the other person's sleeping posture wasn't too bad, otherwise Fang Qingrou might have already been entangled by Lu Qing like an octopus.

"Strange, did the little deer stand up in the middle?" Fang Qingrou wondered, looking at Lu Qing's clothes.

She gently got up from the bed, wanting to get out and check the time.

However, unexpectedly, even such a slight movement still woke Lu Qing up.

"Hmm, what time is it?" Lu Qing asked, opening her eyes.

Fang Qingrou glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's 7:30. There's still half an hour before training starts."

"Half an hour? That should be enough." Lu Qing was now fully awake and said after hearing Fang Qingrou's words.

Based on the location she saw from the tower yesterday, it was only a five-minute walk from the hotel to the opera house.

The remaining twenty-odd minutes are more than enough to wash up and eat.

However, at that moment, Fang Qingrou looked at Lu Qing's face and suddenly asked in surprise:

"Little Deer, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?!"

"Forehead."

Feeling a slight weakness and discomfort in her body, Lu Qing said, "When I woke up earlier, I accidentally touched the sword sheath, so I'm feeling a bit weak now."

"What do you mean by 'accidentally bumped into'?" Fang Qingrou noticed the key point in the sentence and asked.

"Um, Xiaorou, let me explain..."

It took five or six minutes of persuasion to reassure Fang Qingrou. After washing up, the two prepared to go to the first floor of the hotel for dinner.

But then something unexpected happened. Just as Lu Qing and her companion were coming down from the third floor, the door to room 08 on the second floor was suddenly pushed open.

Shanara, with her blonde hair, and her maid Alice walked out of the room.

Shanara saw Lu Qing and Fang Qingrou, a look of surprise on her face, then smiled and said:

"Lu Qing and Miss Fang Qingrou, would you like to have breakfast together?"

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Chapter Sixty-Four: Registration

"You don't look very well, Miss Lu Qing."

After everyone was seated, Shanara looked at Lu Qing's somewhat pale face and said with some concern.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine now; I just look scary on the surface," Lu Qing explained.

In fact, apart from feeling a little weak, Lu Qing felt almost no discomfort, especially when she was bathed in the warm sunlight.

Seeing that Lu Qing seemed to be fine, Shanara stopped asking questions. She was just worried that Lu Qing's health might affect her practice.

The hotel breakfast consisted of milk and warmed black bread, but this time the black bread was noticeably better than the bread Lu Qing had eaten in Misty Town.

The taste was so-so; it wouldn't make you want to try it again, but it wasn't bad either.

The milk tasted pretty good; it must have been heated and had some sugar added. Overall, it was better than water.

No one spoke during the meal. After all the food on the table was eaten, the group left the hotel and headed towards the Feng Hua Opera House.

Lu Qing had already memorized the route to the opera house yesterday, so she didn't need to follow Shanara and the maid Alice.

With nothing else to do, Lu Qing focused her attention on Shanara.

Miss Shanara was completely different at this moment compared to when she was in the hotel room; this refers, of course, to her demeanor.