Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 40 Nightmare Swamp
The girl lay on a simple wooden bed, her forehead covered with beads of sweat. Her expression kept distorting and changing, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.
Cass tried to tug on her arm, but she didn't respond.
He turned to look at Liz who was flying in the air.
"It's not usually like this."
Liz said innocently.
As she spoke, she made a throwing motion, and a handful of dust shining with golden luster fell on the girl's face. Instantly, the tense muscles on the girl's face relaxed a little, and her eyelids began to tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
But this situation lasted less than ten seconds, and as the dust gradually dissipated, she returned to her previous state.
"Normally she should have woken up by now."
Liz looked at Cassidy with an expression that said, "This is definitely not my problem."
Whenever she got into real trouble, she would have this expression.
Cass sighed and said:
"Why don't you try to wake her up with a more forceful method? She looks like she's just having a nightmare."
Before Liz could reply, a familiar voice came from the door.
"It's useless. Her soul is now in the Nightmare Swamp, which is the Moon Realm of the Nightmare Lord. Ordinary methods cannot wake her up."
Kas turned around and saw Nezemar standing at the door of the room. She had changed into her previous outfit, with an exquisitely shaped crossbow on her back and a silver rapier hanging around her waist.
"You said you would come to me soon. Is it really that quick?"
Seeing her, Cass asked curiously.
"I just received new intelligence that the Duke is going to make some moves, so I came to find you first."
As Nezemar spoke, she walked to the bedside, placed her hand on the girl's forehead, and after a moment she said:
"The witch's dream dust will change the effect of dreams according to the user's mood. The previous witch's emotions fluctuated too much when she was letting her sleep, causing her to fall into a nightmare."
Cass nodded and said:
"I know that. I've been there a few times before, and it's not pleasant."
"Hello!"
"But there won't be a situation where he can't wake up."
Cas asked, ignoring Liz's protests.
"Normally, that's the case. But earlier in the tunnel, you happened to encounter the Nightmare Lord's followers. It used its authority to connect the child's nightmare to the Nightmare Swamp."
As Nezemal spoke, he took out a piece of letter paper and a quill from his bag, then sat aside and began to write something.
"Who is the Lord of Nightmares?"
Cass asked.
"One of the Void Kings, in charge of nightmares, hallucinations, and fog, things that turn normal into abnormality. The Nightmare Swamp is his domain, and it is connected to the nightmares of every mortal. The moon monster that almost killed you before is a member of his clan called the Fog Nightmare. They can bring inanimate humanoid objects back to life by possessing them."
Nezemar wrote as he spoke.
Her words reminded Cass of the wound in his abdomen and the skeletons that could not be killed no matter how hard he tried.
"Is the Lord of Nightmares the Void King that Duke Simon wants to summon to the world?"
Cas asked, frowning.
"Not necessarily, but it is indeed one of the possible options. The ancient Blackwater Kingdom has a long history of believing in the Three Goddesses of the Moon, and the Lord of Nightmares is one of them."
Nezemar stopped writing and put the letter into the envelope. Then he stood up, took a candle from the candlestick beside him, dripped the wax and sealed the envelope, then said to Cass:
"Let's go, time is running out."
Cass pointed at the girl lying on the bed and asked:
"Then what should we do with her? If her soul is still trapped in the Moon Realm as you said, we can't just leave her here, right?"
Nezemar raised the envelope in his hand.
" We don't need to worry about her affairs. Send this letter to her father and someone will naturally come to take care of everything soon."
Cas asked doubtfully:
"Why? Who is she?"
As Nezemar walked, he said:
"Her name is Liliana von Bergmann. You should understand when you hear this last name, right?"
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It should have been almost twenty minutes...
Vincent's adjutant was waiting bored at the entrance of the Silver Stream Mine.
The pile of miners' bodies had been dragged away by the Thorn Black Guards. He believed that his contracted partner would be able to make good use of those bodies.
Thinking of this, a hint of satisfaction appeared on the corners of his mouth.
In this way, after completing the second contract, the gift from the Moon Realm will be raised to a higher level, and he can even try to touch the realm that was originally hopeless in this life in the future.
Nowadays, studying Moon Magic has almost become an open secret in the Mage Hall of the Rose Palace. Only a few pedantic people still adhere to the old laws of the stars.
Most of these incompetent people who were afraid of change ended up being gradually squeezed out of the center of power. Of course, there were also a few who planned to expose the church, but they suddenly disappeared without a word.
No one can betray the Whispering Queen.
But he couldn't understand why Vincent, who should be more opposed to the Star Law than anyone else, was reluctant to join them.
It is said that the Duke prepared the most suitable contract for Vincent. As long as he signed it, he would be able to step into the realm that had been delayed for fifteen years.
Can anyone really resist this temptation?
But that's okay.
The adjutant thought.
Before coming here to "suppress the riot " today, the Duke had specifically instructed him to strictly enforce the Black Thorn Regulations, and all those who might leak information about the Moon Realm must remain silent.
More importantly, the Duke told him meaningfully at the end that if his old friend Vincent became confused, he would have to give orders for him.
Will the Scorched Sage become senile and confused?
Of course, the adjutant understood the Duke's hidden meaning.
Giving him the actual command of the task of suppressing the Silver Flow Mine Cave is itself a statement.
Although Vincent is still the well-deserved "number one under the legend", with the arrival of a new era, the strong men of the old era should also step down.
Especially those strong men from the old era who are still unwilling to embrace the future.
Under the protection of the three goddesses, in the future the Blackwater Kingdom might even have magic casters of the divine level.
Therefore, this time the mission of suppression must not disappoint His Excellency the Duke.
Just as he was thinking about the beautiful picture of the future, a heavy sound of footsteps gradually became clear from the darkness, and he was startled and looked over.
Vincent von Bergmann walked out of the dark mine with a tired look on his face.
He immediately put on a smile and went over to greet him.
"Master Vincent, what's the situation down in the mines? Where's that heretic wizard?"
"He got away."
Vincent replied, his tone devoid of emotion.
The adjutant's expression froze.
"Run away?"
"Yes, the opponent is very proficient in lightning spells, and I was unable to stop him from opening the portal and leaving."
"But how could you let him get away..."
The adjutant was unable to hold back his emotions and blurted out a few words. Then he reacted immediately, lowered his head, lowered his voice and tried to sound humble:
"What I mean is, since the opponent is a heretic wizard, then no matter what, he can't be stronger than you, right?"
Vincent shook his head but did not answer his question. Instead, he said to the Black Thorn Guards behind him:
"Go down and clean up the area below. This altar cannot be used anymore. All the things here must be destroyed."
Seeing the black-armored guards walking into the mine in unison, Vincent turned back to look at his adjutant and said:
"Come back to the Rose Palace with me first. I have something to tell Simon."
The adjutant gritted his teeth and said:
"Master Vincent, with all due respect, at this critical juncture when the Duke's plan is about to reach the final stage, you let that heretic wizard escape. I'm afraid he will be very... unhappy. Can you track the teleportation coordinates of that heretic wizard? I can go with you to capture him."
Vincent couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.
"You, me, and the remaining few battle mages are all powerless to do anything to that man. And more importantly, compared to what he is going to do next, the destruction of the altar in this mine is not a big deal at all."
The adjutant looked at the master-level magic caster in front of him with disbelief.
"Who is that heretic wizard?"
