Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 167 The Black Abbey
A dream shared by all? Kraven mentally repeated the words of “Star General” Gadelia, and vaguely understood the current situation:
The darkness of this dangerous sea connected the dreams of all the creatures here!
The creatures that are not asleep at this time, because their mental bodies are not in this dream world, will lack the necessary protection, and will be attacked in an unknown way.
As to why such an attack would lead to disappearance rather than instant death, Klein could not really guess without having personally experienced something similar.
In the midst of his electric thoughts, Klein withdrew his gaze from Gadelia and looked back at the magnificent city across the cliff, thinking with some curiosity:
”If this world is really locally made of the dreams of one creature connected to another, then to whose dreams does this city that surpasses imagination belong?”
He stared for a few seconds and opened his mouth to ask:
”What is its name?”
What was the name of this city that could only exist in myths and legends?
”Above the Stars General,” Gadelia said dreamily as she gazed ahead in a daze:
”I don’t know …… every time I enter the dream world here, I have a chance to see it, but I can never get close.
”She said that it is somewhat similar to the giant hall of dusk in Forsak.
”She would have had her own guess, but never told me.”
Her? The “Queen of Mysteries”? The Dusk Giant Hall is where the Church of War God’s Patriarchate is located ah …… Klein looked around and said with deliberation:
”I’m going to take a look around.”
He believed that the “Future” would not stay in this sea for only a few days, and that he would definitely encounter more dark nights and enter this dream world more times, so a certain amount of exploration was necessary in order to prevent accidents and gain information.
And exploration would undoubtedly require companionship.
Kadriya was still sitting in her knee-hugging stance, her tone still wavering:
”Not interested.”
…… This is not a mature pirate general should say words, can be more euphemistic, “hidden” Ms., you are now like a capricious young girl …… Klein baffled for a moment He almost suspected that he had heard wrong, this is a bit contradictory to the “stars above the general” persona in his mind.
When he thought of Germaine Sparrow, who was not afraid to get dirty and do volunteer work, he was relieved, and quickly made a guess:
The “hermit” Gadelia is not fully awake in the dream world, can recognize that she is dreaming but can not effectively control it!
In other words, she would unconsciously show her buried emotions and parts of her personality that she usually deliberately suppressed.
No wonder she said she would never be able to get close to that miraculous city across the street, because she has no self-awareness of exploring it …… Klein thought about it and asked in a deliberately tentative manner:
”We might be able to find something here.”
”Not going.” Gadelia replied without hesitation, but without shaking her head, “I’m going to wait here and wait!”
Sure enough, he was half asleep …… Klein made a judgment from the other party’s reaction and tone.
He wasted no more time and turned to leap off the boulder.
Snap!
Klein stepped on the ground with both feet and subconsciously looked back:
”General Above the Stars” Gadelia was still sitting there with her knees clasped, no one else existed around her, the frozen dusk of the opposite city reflected over and sprinkled on her body, dragging her shadow to a long length, interlacing it with the shadows created by the withered yellow trees.
The mountain wind blew gently, and the dark shadows shifted, but Gadelia did not make any movement, waiting for something stubbornly.
This is the time to need a “psychiatrist” to interpret the emotions of the dream, which has nothing to do with the revelation obtained by divination …… Klein cast a glance at his mouth and looked around, looking for the direction of exploration.
He realized that to the left, to the right, and to the back were the black buildings of the abbey, and there was a high wall separating them from the cliff, so no matter where he wanted to explore, there was no way to bypass the abbey unless he jumped off the cliff directly.
Since there was no other choice, Klein directly came to the abbey’s pitch-black gate.
The gate was nearly ten meters tall and didn’t look like it was meant for humans, Klein surveyed it for a few seconds, took a breath, stretched out his hands, and pressed them on both sides of the doorway.
A creaking sound swirled, the gate was heavy beyond Klein’s imagination, his muscles bulged one after the other, his face reddened, but he could only slightly shake the target, unable to push it open.
Luckily, this is a dream world, as long as there is logic to believe, you can enhance the power, do not need to really open the “writhing hunger” …… Klein let out the breath held back, so that the glove of the left palm covered with a pale white.
In a flash of shadowy green, he gained the power of a “living corpse”, his arms thickened and his legs swelled.
Za!
A heavy scuffling sound rang out, and the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Two bleak towers and a black building were connected to each other by bridges, enclosing a wide gray stone square.
The square was covered with pits and holes, with a huge arrow sticking out and several fires burning, as if it had once been attacked.
Klein walked through the doorway and entered the square, and unexpectedly and reasonably saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottoloff, and others here.
Is this their dream world? It doesn’t look like it. …… Or is each person’s dream world limited to themselves and then randomly appearing somewhere in this world? Klein guessed with less certainty.
Frank Lee was closest to him and was holding a shovel, shoveling gravel, while next to him were the white bread, toast, and sauteed fish that had fallen to the ground earlier.
Was he going to use them for sustenance to grow something? Even dreaming of planting …… Klein leaned over and asked casually:
”What are you doing?”
Frank kept moving, but a smile appeared on his face:
”I’ve cultivated some little things that need to rest in the soil for a while before they can grow and reproduce.”
”What are they good for?” Klein asked, curious and worried.
Frank said with a big smile:
”They are a hybridized bacteria that allows the bulls to produce milk as well, so that we will harvest more milk and more people will drink good milk.”
Leave the bulls alone …… Klein said with a twitch of his cheek:
”Will it work?”
”It’ll work no problem, but I’m worried that they might not reproduce.” Frank frowned.
May death always favor them …… Klein prayed and crossed over to Frank Lee, heading for the entrance to the black building across the square.
On the way, he passed Nina, who was sitting beside a fallen stone pillar, drinking heavily, and Ottorov, the head navigator.
”Have you ever thought about leaving the Pirates when you get a little older, finding a man to marry and a place to settle? I don’t think anyone wants to spend their life floating on the sea.” Ottorov removed his peaked fedora, revealing slightly graying hair.
His eyes and tone of voice told Klein that his subtext was: if so, would it be possible to consider me?
航海长先生，你的年纪都可以当妮娜的爸爸，你要考虑自己的身体啊 …… Klein, who was passing by, heard the conversation and couldn’t help but spit out a comment.
Nina grunted and took a sip of her drink, glancing in a certain direction and said:
”No, that’s not the life I want to live.
”Before I joined you guys, I tried to settle on the east coast of Forsak and stop being a pirate, but I couldn’t stand the dreariness at all, every day was just carrying wood and moving things, I had to stay in my own house at night, I couldn’t go to the bar, I couldn’t go hunting in the wild, and I lived a life that didn’t change a bit! And having to put up with all sorts of accusations, and the nasty guys, and having to worry about the police if you want to beat them up!
”It’s better to be on a ship, although it’s also boring most of the time, but you can often go to different places and see different things, hehe, even the most boring times, you can destroy those guys, train them to become qualified pirates and tell them that the one who performs the best every month gets to spend the night in my room, and then watch them get excited and thrilled to enjoy the torment, of course , spending the night and getting laid are two different things and not equivalent, depending on my mood.”
真-女海盗…… Everyone hopes for something different ah …… Klein commented pertinently, not thinking that Nina’s idea was necessarily wrong.
I don’t slander her choices, but if she kills and sets fire to loot from time to time, I wouldn’t mind trading her head for a bounty the next time we encounter it …… Klein retracted his gaze and came to what looked suspiciously like the entrance to the black building and the towers.
Subconsciously, he glanced sideways, only to see that the shadows in the corner looked normal, but there was a different feeling.
”Heath Doyle the Bloodless? Even in his dreams, he hides in the shadows? According to my limited knowledge of psychology, this is a sign of extreme insecurity …… Klein pushed open the entrance door, which was also nearly ten meters high.
With a creaking sound, his gaze suddenly froze.
Behind the main door was an expansive, hall supported by two rows of thick stone pillars.
The hall was unusually dark without candlelight, and as the main door swung open, light from outside shone in, clearing the place.
Klein saw a brightly colored but predominantly gold mural on the walls and dome, which connected to each other, leaving no gaps, giving the place a grand and sacred feel.
Dang! Dang! Knock!
A figure, with his back to Klein, was splitting a long, huge log with an axe in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.
The figure wore a white shirt over a black vest, unlike any of the pirates on the ship.
Someone else from this part of the ocean? Or those mysterious eyes watching the deck watching me? With a sinking heart, Klein slowed his pace and leaned over warily to the side to get a better look at the figure.
It was a young-looking man, with short blonde hair in a three-quarter length, and turquoise eyes that were focused and serious.
”What are you doing? What is this place?” Klein spoke cautiously.
He was intuitively convinced that the other man was not the owner of those mysterious eyes.
The young man raised his hand and touched his earlobe without turning his head:
”What are you asking for? My boat is sinking and I’m too busy making a canoe to talk to you.”
…… Klein asked again thoughtfully:
”Who are you?”
”Who am I? I’m Bad Luck Anderson, and I’ve been jinxed ever since I saw that mural.” The young man raised his hand and pointed in a direction.
Following his finger, Klein saw a mural.
Above that mural was an ocean of burning flames, which parted in the middle and split into a road.
On the path, there was a long procession, its members either bowing their heads in reverence or crouching on their knees, aiming for the depths of the ocean.
Their leader was a tall, thin man with long silver hair, with soft features, eyes closed tightly, and feathers cascading down his back.
This …… Klein s pupils suddenly contracted.
He recognized the leader of the mural!
That was the “Angel of Destiny” that the little “sun” had shown!
That is the “Tail Swallower”, Urolius!