Excluding unnecessary modesty and sometimes flattery, in general, Fantasy Dream thinks that she is a cute little girl, but such a self will cause such a huge panic among the people on the surface......

Of course, she doesn't doubt herself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she knows that this surface person really has too much mental pressure. His relatives, friends, all those who value him, their lives are in his hands between his words and deeds. If he accidentally leaked information, then ......

If you put yourself in his shoes, Dream can understand his actions.

"Phantom Dream didn't come to ask you for information. "Dream is here to provide you with information. ”

Don't nail the topic straight away, start with the photo, and then slowly ask questions. Skelle's question was particularly important, and there was a lot that could be deduced from the surface man's answer—and what was deduced was not something that the dream could tell.

"Give me information?" The surface man frowned, his eyes complicated as he looked at the dream.

“…… Don't look at the dream with that kind of look! The dream is not sent by your organization to convey information to you!The dream is the devil and the demon oppressor in your mouth!" The dream was a little crying and laughing after reading the thoughts of the people on the surface.

The poor surface man thought that the illusion was an inside line for the organization to break into the interior of the floating continent, and now said that these were to convey the organization's instructions again...... It's really perverted enough, how omnipotent the surface people are in his mind.

"And what information are you here to provide?" It was clear from his demeanor that he was still wary of the dream.

"There's something about your family. Dream said.

Dream spoke softly, but it was as if the surface man had been struck by a bolt from the blue: he was shocked at first, and then a multitude of expressions appeared on his face. There was so much wrong with the switching of these expressions that his expressions looked strange and weird: frightened, frightened, elated, irritated, pleading, expecting—like a large dye vat sprinkled with a large pile of dye in an irregular mess.

"How are they? Please, tell me!" he cried and fell to his knees. His cry was hoarse, and there was endless grief in it. In fact, when he got out of the truck and was hypnotized by the dream, he thought of this - after he was caught, those people must have been more than lucky. Surface people don't take their lives seriously, and killing those people can better clarify their "law and order" and intimidate other surface people to work harder.

"I ...... I didn't say anything! I really didn't say anything! I didn't leak any information! Those people definitely wouldn't kill them! Definitely not!" His tears quickly flowed down his cheeks, "Goddess! Goddess! Please tell me! Please tell my family that they are all right! Please! Please!!"

Just now, she was called a dream devil demon oppressor or something, but now she has become a goddess...... The dream complained inwardly. Now, however, a problem arose before her.

Do you really want to be honest with this surface man?

Do you really want to inform him of the tragic end of his family?

Phantom Dream looked at the crying big man in front of him and made a difficulty.

…………

Wait, he doesn't know this is a dream, does he?