The mist lingers, and the grayish-white breath floats.

Martin felt that the fog in front of him seemed to create a certain picture under the push of an invisible force.

After about one minute, the fog gradually stabilized.

The scene that appeared in his eyes made him very difficult to understand.

He was surprised to find that he was actually in a forest.

But shouldn't he be in the manor at this moment?

Martin held the pistol tightly and looked at the scene around him with vigilance.

If there is any abnormal movement, he will immediately launch an attack.

There is a forest in front of me, which is some kind of very tall deciduous tree, with yellow leaves and falling leaves.

The woods are not dense, with tall and straight trunks and wide spacing, which makes them feel a little empty and quiet.

The sky exposed between the canopy is gray and white, and the specific time cannot be seen.

There is a path stretching into the distance in the woods, and there is no end to see at first sight.

Martin is standing on this road.

Instead of walking around casually, he squatted down first and grabbed a handful of leaves on the ground.

The leaves were rubbed in their hands, and the touch was very real, and some juice was squeezed out, bringing the fresh air the smell of fermentation of leaves.

After some inspection, Martin did not find traces of the illusion around him, but instead found an abnormality in himself.

He became a different person.

Whether it is appearance or clothing, it is completely different from yourself.

A middle-aged man in his forties, unkempt and dressed in costumes that were very different from Faralin's style.

Martin saw the reflection of "self" in the bright sword of the duo.

The gray-brown hair was very long and draped over the shoulders.

In addition to clothes, he was wearing a leather robe between a windbreaker and a cloak.

In addition, except for the duo, the two close-fitting pistols disappeared.

However, gold coins with the Eye of Light and some other objects are still there.

Martin frowned and fell into a brief meditation.

The scene in front of me doesn't look like an illusion.

But why did you appear here?

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When he recalled, he was swallowed by a thick fog and then he arrived here.

Are the captains and the others here?

Thinking of the thick fog, Martin had a vague guess in his heart.

Nightmare!

I may be in a nightmare!

Extraordinary power is out of control and may cause nightmares.

Nightmare must be cleaned up by a dedicated person in the temple.

Read ZhuisHukan.Com. Martin just heard that nightmare is dangerous, and if you don’t pay attention, you will sink into it.

As for how to escape from the nightmare, Martin has no idea.

What worries Martin the most is why the nightmare occurred at Burba's home?

Whose nightmare is this?

Could it be the captain or Alder...

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to continue thinking.

Frowning, he searched for himself. In addition to the personal items brought from reality, Martin also found a fist-sized package, a round badge, and an item like an identity certificate.

The pattern on the badge impressed Martin.

It was a woman wrapped in wings, wearing a crown, and three huge pairs of wings surrounded her, making her face unable to see clearly.

As for the things in the package, it is a bloody piece of index finger that was cut off directly.

The one used to wrap your fingers is a wanted order.

Martin thought to himself that this finger might belong to the person on the wanted order, and it should be his own spoil.

From the proof of identity, Martin also knew his current name: Solam Kyle.

There is also the thing that Martin cares the most.

Whether it is an identity certificate or a wanted warrant, although he can understand it, the text on it does not belong to this era!

This kind of text is completely different from Lan Pei's secret text.

Although the common language in the Northern Mainland is not common in every place, Martin has never seen such words and grammar in his memory.

On the contrary, the words in books on the island in the spiritual world have a vaguely similar feeling.

This shows that the era Solam was in is likely to be the Quaternary!

Or an older era!

With doubts and expectations in his heart, Martin quickly wrapped the package, stuffed it back into the pocket on the inside of the cloak, took a step forward, and walked along the seemingly boundless path...

Aslan looked at the manor wrapped in layers of thick fog, with a grim look.

Next to him, another bishop, Grande, frowned.

Not far away, a few figures in armor jumped and landed heavily on the grass.

"His Royal Highness Vita!"

The two bishops greeted me briefly.

"What's going on? Why do you have a nightmare?" The voice under the armor was a little cold.

Aslan waved his hand, and the carriage wrapped in cloth appeared in his hands on the carriage at the door of the manor.

"What I can see is that a Shijian team discovered some clues and entered the manor for inspection half an hour ago." He said truthfully.

In this short time, Earl Bosen also put on his clothes and rushed over in a hurry.

Behind him was the team of heavy knights in heavy armor.

"Who is causing the nightmare?"

Grande turned his head and asked his old friend Aslan.

At this time, Aslan frowned and shook his head, then looked at the cloth bag in his hand.

"Not quite right... what causes nightmare to generate secret magic sequences, but there are some other things...soul? Let's organize everyone to prepare to clear the nightmare first!"

"A team has already entered a nightmare?" Grand asked in surprise.

Aslan nodded: "Yes, there are four sequential temples of punishment, one sequential 7 and three sequential 8, and one sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequential sequent

Aslan said, looking at Cross on the side.

The count's brows were already twisting subconsciously.

"Martin?" The third prince also looked at Cross.

"Rebecca's brother." Cross sighed.

"Knight?" The third prince asked again with his eyes lit up.

Cross shook his head, instead of continuing to explain, but looked at the foggy manor...

The atmosphere in the small town where people come and go is very lively.

Martin walked down the street and looked at the distance.

At slightly higher altitude, there is a white complex located between the two mountains.

Grab and grab. As the saying goes, run a horse to death when you look at the mountain, and Martin can't determine the approximate distance.

After swaying around the town, Martin walked into one of the buildings that were obviously part-time hotels in the tavern.

This town is not far from the woods. He arrived here after walking for about ten minutes.

Originally, Martin thought he would take more time.

He even made the mental preparation to never get out of that wood...

On the way, Martin also confirmed that he was in a nightmare.

...
To be continued...