Opening his eyes, Martin felt very tired.

Doriani was leaning against the desk and napping.

But the moon was staring at him with a pair of light green cat eyes.

Meow?

What did you do to Doriani?

Martin was not very energetic, but he also understood the meaning of the moon.

He squeezed out a smile, raised his hand barely, and rubbed the tabby cat's head.

The moon's tail swept across Doriani's hands, and Doriani opened his eyes in confusion.

"You are back, what else is there? If not, I will go back first."

Doriani yawned and said lazily.

It can be seen that she is also very tired.

Shuttle through the spiritual world is a very energy-consuming thing.

Martin has become accustomed to this before his shuttle experience.

He originally wanted to ask what materials she needed for her advancement, so he could collect them for her.

Now let's send her back to rest first, and take it slowly after the advancement...

It was already dark, and on the street, there were a few pedestrians returning home walking quickly and were a little deserted.

Martin takes Doriani to the intersection.

The moon lay on Doriani's shoulder, staring at Martin with a resentment.

There was something obviously hidden between Doriani and Martin from it...

After returning to the bedroom, Martin forced himself to feel tired and quickly recorded the monologue of Kaland's just heard in his notebook with a pen.

Then, Martin picked up a cup of tea that had already been cold in front of the desk and took a mouthful of lonely life into his mouth.

The cold tea poured into his stomach. He shook his head, continued to force himself, and took out the quill hidden in his arms.

The white feathers are still spotless, with several symbols faintly emerging.

But now, in Martin's eyes, the introduction of this item has changed.

It's no longer the mosaic-like text that used to be!

【Free gift (divine item)】

[This is the most precious of all the gifts Daqutri received, and has accompanied him for countless years.]

[Replacement of ritual sacrifice: This item can replace any material in the space domain ritual for rituals and will not be consumed.]

【Discovery ceremony: Darktree's expulsion ban, the shelter of the Lord of Space,】

[Space anchoring: can record spatial coordinates, perform spatial transmission, number of anchor coordinates: 2/4]

【Coordinate 1: Darktree’s Space Classroom】

【Coordinate 2: Original Dream】

Martin looked at the introduction on the quill and became more and more confused.

Why is this thing not bound at all?!

Divine items...

Could it be that this is the reason?

But where is the dream?

While thinking, a strong sense of fatigue came like a tide. Martin felt his vision blurry and then fell asleep...

When Martin opened his eyes again, he saw the mirror.

Mirrors stacked over and over, countless.

All around were broken mirrors, and even under your feet were filled with countless lenses.

These mirrors reflect countless reflections...

But strangely, the mirror in the mirror is all facing away from him!

They slowly turned around, revealing their faces shrouded in gray mist.

Dreammaker!

Martin was shocked and immediately understood.

I'm dreaming again!

Since Ning Shenxiang has been there, I haven't dreamed for a while.

But before going to bed this time, I was so tired that I forgot to tinker with a scent of Ningshen.

It's so damn!

The mist emerged from the mirror and formed a human form. The empty and scattered sound rang again.

"Meet again, little bug!"

Martin silently rubbed the belly of his thumb and middle finger, feeling the friction between his fingerprints, so as to position his real body and wake up at any time.

In addition, the quill is also ready and can be teleported to the spiritual world at any time.

However, this time the dreammaker does not seem to plan to take action.

Or, he can't do anything here.

The gray fog was extremely thin, not quite the same as what I saw before...

"What is your purpose? Invade reality?" Martin asked carefully and at the same time.

But the dreammaker did not answer him, but looked around and then laughed.

"I really want to thank you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find this place."

Uh...Is there anything special here?

Martin frowned and looked around, with fragmented mirrors all around him, and nothing else.

"Maybe we will be able to meet again soon!" The dreammaker continued.

After saying that, the fog in front of the mirror became thinner and thinner, and the figure in the mirror disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Martin was confused, but he felt a little uneasy.

I glanced around and saw that there was no reflection of my own in the countless broken mirrors...

"Ferrell, stop holding that book all day, let's have a couple of drinks!"

In the small rental house, beside a shabby bed, Farrell was sitting at a shabby table, with a thin book in front of him.

The young man known as Farrell shook his head: "You go, I won't go."

That is the "Mathematical Problems" that just became popular in Faralin.

It is said that if all the problems on the last page of the book can be solved, you can get rewards of dozens of gold coins!

At first Farrell thought it was just a gimmick to sell the book.

But this book was sold at an extremely cheap price, with only five copper coins.

Of course, five copper coins are enough for his daily meals, or save it, and he can go to the tavern to drink two glasses of inferior fruit wine every week.

For him, even this little money is not a small amount, but he can still take it out by gritting his teeth.

The most important thing is that someone has already received that reward!

Dozens of gold coins!

You know, at his current job, he is so tired every day that he can earn a gold coin in a month...

Farrell is a young man from the southwest. Because his father runs a small printing factory, he learned the common language in the mainland when he was a child.

He was not satisfied with staying in a small place and wanted to go out and venture, so he came to the prosperous Farelinburgh, looking for opportunities to make a fortune.

The roommate left the room muttered, and Farrell didn't care much.

Continue to cheer up and look at the titles in the book.

Pi?

He has some understanding of this.

Farrell took out the charcoal that had been thin and carefully wrote and painted on the last blank page of the book...

Every word is written with great caution, because there are only so many blank pages, and using it up means you have to buy some draft paper.

For him who is short of money, every penny has to be used on the knife and he will never dare to waste it.

"Sir, where are these letters placed?"
Chapter completed!