My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Whether it's to test it or to prevent it from causing trouble while he's away, Wayne won't leave it alone in the capital.

It could even be said that Wayne's decision to go to the Vatican was inextricably linked to its existence.

Legendary omnipotent gods, if you haven't perished in the outer realms, please take one look at this heaven-defying dog and take it with you! Consider it for the sake of my life as a transmigrator—no, for the sake of the happiness of all the male and female protagonists in this world!

Wayne prayed silently in his heart.

As Wayne pretended to be asleep, he grew increasingly sleepy. In his hazy state, he seemed to hear a disdainful sneer from somewhere.

……

He entered the dream world once again.

This time it was in a neon-lit bar, and Chris was wearing a very sexy bartender uniform, but there wasn't a single customer in the bar except for Wayne.

The bar was filled with a whole row of colorful cocktails.

"What do you need?" she asked casually without looking up.

After looking around, Wayne walked over to the bar and sat down.

After a brief mental blank, he tried to process the message conveyed by the scene before him and remained silent for a moment.

Meanwhile, Chris didn't stop what she was doing, and didn't even glance at Wayne. Instead, she continued to concentrate intently on the raw materials on the bar, as if she were developing a chemical reagent.

To be honest, she was more like a witch researching evil potions than a bartender.

After a moment of contemplation, Wayne roughly understood the current situation.

“Actually, you’re not Chris, are you? It’s not the one I see in my dreams every time.” He said with certainty.

Chris's clumsy bartending skills came to a halt.

She tilted her head and looked at him. "Are you sure that's all you want to tell me?"

"Otherwise what? If you want others to be honest with you, you have to be honest with them too, right?" Wayne picked up a cocktail that looked pretty good with its blue-green glow and took a small sip.

Before he could even put down his wine glass, his eyebrows instantly furrowed.

An indescribable flavor exploded on the taste buds, first with a pungent sourness that shot straight to the top of the head, followed by a hint of citrus-like sweetness. However, as the aftertaste lingered, the sweetness grew stronger and stronger, and the feeling of nausea finally arrived belatedly.

"vomit--"

I feel nauseous but can't vomit.

If Wayne hadn't been fully aware that he was dreaming, he would have thought the other person had put rat poison in his drink in an attempt to kill him on the spot.

"Hey, hey, hey, have some manners, okay? This is a drink I painstakingly mixed. Even if it's just out of politeness, you shouldn't react like this," Chris said, dissatisfied.

Wayne's limbs were stiff and he felt weak all over. He lay on the table for a long time to recover.

"I'm really impressed with you. Why don't you try taking a sip yourself?"

However, the girl smiled and said, "I won't drink it. This one is specially made for you. How does it feel?"

Hearing her say that, Wayne's gaze drifted to the row of bottles of different colors.

Ha, you're kidding me.

Don't tell me that every cup is custom-made for me.

"I clearly just picked a drink randomly."

“Every glass here tastes exactly the same.” She picked up another empty glass and tapped it lightly on the bar, making a “ding” sound.

The row of suspicious liquids of varying appearances instantly turned back to being transparent and colorless, looking just like ordinary boiled water.

Wayne took a slow, deep breath.

want to laugh.

I can't laugh.

"You might have a better future as a magician than as a bartender," he said, trying to make conversation.

Damn it, shouldn't this be my dream? Why can't I control the development of this dream world at all?

While struggling to give himself the mental suggestion that "I am powerful" and "this world is completely under my control," Wayne tried to mobilize the magic within him to reshape the environment.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Chris sighed deeply and snapped her fingers. "Whether it's performing magic tricks or working as a bartender, it's all just a facade."

"Snapped!"

The neon-lit bar vanished abruptly, leaving behind a vast, pale open space that filled the entire field of vision. Before Wayne, irregularly stacked, waist-high wooden crates stretched to an infinite height, seemingly connecting heaven and earth.

"It's really you."

Seeing this familiar scene, Wayne finally realized that this person had manipulated his dream several times.

However, this place seems to have a special function; before the dream dissipates, consciousness returns to this place each time.

Suddenly remembering something, Wayne looked up at the sky.

At the edge of the visible horizon, there remained the wooden crates, their color lost, blending into the sky, along with the pale, oppressive clouds that blocked everything out. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the sky seemed noticeably lower than the last time I'd seen it.

“The sky has gotten lower,” Wayne muttered unconsciously to himself.

He didn't quite understand what it specifically symbolized, but he could sense from the atmosphere that it wasn't a good sign.

“Congratulations, congratulations!” Chris didn’t seem nervous at all.

"Is this some kind of doomsday countdown?"

"More or less." She sat on the box, propping her chin up and watching him with interest.

Wayne's lips twitched.

"I know who you are."

Only a heartless dog would instill in itself something like "saving the world" or other drastically different ideas, and then use that as a pretext to assign itself some strange tasks.

After seeing through the other party's true colors, he became much more relaxed.

But he was still very angry.

"You are not allowed to become like Chris."

Chapter 657 The Worried Old Father Wayne

This warning may not be very effective, since Wayne has never seemed to gain any real advantage from it.

However, our bottom line cannot be compromised! We must solemnly declare our position!

He stared at her, wide-eyed. "Change back."

Chris just sneered and ignored her.

The face he had spent every day with was so familiar that Wayne could trace it with his eyes closed.

But the expressions of the people he saw at this moment were so unfamiliar that Wayne felt an extremely uncomfortable sense of unease.

"Speaking of which, I really owe it all to you. My strength has recovered considerably now," she said meaningfully.

Wayne suddenly realized that he really didn't have an effective way to counter the other party at the moment.

"Um, I'm sorry I spoke a little loudly just now. Please make yourself at home."

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

However, as long as I can gather more clues that help me uncover its weaknesses, then my sacrifice will be worthwhile!

Having convinced himself, Wayne's gaze hardened.

Ignoring his pointless fantasies, Xiaobai leaned back slightly, looking up at the sky that seemed much closer to the ground, and said to herself, "Do you know? For everyone in the world, connection with the outside world is the pillar of their heart."

"This connection can sometimes be a person, a book, or even just a simple sentence. When you recognize it, it becomes a part of what sustains you."

Wien didn't quite understand why she wanted to discuss such philosophical questions, but she patiently continued to listen.

"However, this connection is fragile and unstable. Just because of a momentary impulse or wishful thinking in one's mind, people are bewitched by what they know and thus make a certain demand on their own—ah, I want this to be a part of me."

"Of course, they cannot truly possess everything they know, so what remains is only a projection of the outside world."

"Over time, this connection is constantly solidified unilaterally, piling up everything indiscriminately, whether good or bad, thus forcing the inner world to expand."

Wait, could she be saying...?

"Could this be someone's mental image space?" Wayne asked in surprise.

"Mental image space?" She pondered the description. "Perhaps, but maybe the lines above were just something I made up to fool you?"

She laughed. "No way! You don't actually believe that, do you?"

Wayne was completely exasperated.

"You've really gone too far. But could you please stop smiling at me with Chris's face? Otherwise, I'll start having some uncontrollable thoughts, which might be impolite."

"Beg me."

"Please."

The smile on her face suddenly vanished, replaced by boredom.

“Whatever you consider this place to be, see these boxes?” She tapped the wooden box she was sitting on with her heel. “Come here and try touching them.”

Wayne glanced at her suspiciously, thinking to himself, "This heartless dog, is she planning to dig some big hole for me again...?"

However, it seems that I have no other choice.

Suppressing his chaotic and unresolved thoughts, Wayne no longer hesitated, walked straight up to her, and crawled to sit down beside her.

As soon as he settled down, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in his face, and Wayne subconsciously squinted, his vision blurring.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the moving carriage, as if he had only taken a short nap.

He immediately turned his head to look.

Little White was curled up on the soft cushion, her eyes closed, her body rising and falling slightly with her gentle breathing, as if nothing had happened.

After thinking about it, Wayne covered it with a thin blanket.

……

Birds perched on both sides of the road were startled into flight, and accompanied by the gradually clearing sound of horses' hooves, a convoy emerged from the bushes-covered mountain valley.

The tall, imposing Papal knights at the head of the procession, clad in silver-white armor, gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. The clanging of metal created a rhythmic symphony with their synchronized movements, occasionally punctuated by the rustling of wheels grinding against stones—a mixture of order and disorder, yet without a trace of chaos.

After seeing the same rough hills for several days, Wayne had lost interest in the scenery. However, a wide field finally came into view, which was a pleasant surprise.

At the edge of the horizon, a majestic and towering mountain suddenly rises from the ground; that is the Papal Mountain, which stirs the faith of countless people and hides countless secrets and legends.

It is said that His Holiness the Pope is like the snow that never melts on the mountaintop, untouched by worldly dust and filth, fearless of the bitter cold of glaciers, and spends his entire life residing in the temple closest to the sky, accompanied by the supreme deity.

And within that temple standing atop the mountain, entirely crafted from solid ice, lies a hidden path leading to the heavenly realm.

Therefore, devout believers often come here to worship with high hopes, regarding gazing at the golden mountaintop under the sunlight as their lifelong dream, as if just one look at that sacred mountain can purify their souls from the inside out.

Of course, it wasn't that they didn't want to climb to the top and see for themselves; it was just that the Papal Mountains were off-limits to outsiders, who could only stay at the foot of the mountain. Even for members of the Vatican, they were only allowed to move around in the regular areas at or below the mountainside.

The area above the mountainside, as well as the temple at the summit, are restricted areas designated by the Vatican, and no one may enter without permission.

"We will rest for a day in the town at the foot of the mountain, and then head up the mountain tomorrow. Any shopping or other miscellaneous matters that need to be done must be completed today."

The Vatican has many miscellaneous rules, and Wayne wasn't surprised that Bishop Smith kept giving him instructions along the way, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

He and Tasia were, respectively, a member of the highest-ranking noble family in the Kingdom of Lornes and a rising star of the Holy See. Any trouble they might cause would be embarrassing for everyone. Furthermore, Tasia, who previously seemed to have "no friends," was unusually well-received this time, constantly surrounded by men and women from the Holy See's exchange delegation. In contrast, Wayne was tacitly excluded by these people. Therefore, Wayne had been quite tactful these past few days, refraining from deliberately trying to get close to Tasia.

If Tasia stays at the Vatican in the future, he naturally can't stay with her forever. If she can make a few good friends here, so she won't be all alone in a strange place, Wayne can feel more at ease about her future life.

Sigh, I feel like a worried old father... no, a master... tsk, why does this feel so awkward?

Watching Tasia being pestered by a bunch of young people asking all sorts of questions and unable to get away, Wayne lowered his head and ruffled the dog's head with a hint of resentment, earning a merciless eye roll in return.

Chapter 658 This shouldn't be happening...

"Wayne, classmate." A voice called from nearby.

Wayne looked up and saw Camille, who had been coming to talk to him from time to time lately.

This girl was quite enthusiastic, perhaps because Bishop Smith had entrusted her with all the liaison work related to Qingxi Academy. Compared to the others' wariness and suspicion, as if they were constantly worried that she was going to spy on the Vatican, her soft-spoken and gentle manner was undoubtedly like a breath of fresh air.

"It seems you really like dogs..." Camille said with a slight smile.

"Uh, it's just so-so."