…… Two days?

Annan was a little surprised: "Has it been so long?" ”

In Annan's subjective time, he spent about three hours in the dungeon.

Did the first two lives live too long? Or is it ......

"Because time doesn't flow at the same rate."

Salvatore yawned, leaned on the table and lazily explained with his eyes closed: "Just like when you are asleep, a night's dream can be for days...... How long you will stay in a nightmare and how long it will be in real time is not a strict correspond. Maybe you've been inside for three days this time and only two days outside, or maybe you've been in the same nightmare for the next time, and you've only been inside for half a day and a few hours outside......

"But generally speaking, no matter when ordinary people enter a nightmare, as long as they can't bear it and despair out of fear and despair, the curse in the nightmare will slowly drain their life force, and the nightmare itself will gradually become stronger.

"And in the area of order where there is no gray fog, usually in the early morning, that is, when the power of order is at its strongest, the light of the morning sun can temporarily dispel the nightmare, and people will wake up from the nightmare. But because the nightmare still haunts them and has not been purified, they will enter the same dream at night...... Over time, they become extremely weak......

"Therefore, when people have not studied the transcendent theory thoroughly enough, this fragment of memory that has been eroded and distorted by the curse and can attract souls will be called nightmares by ancient people......"

Salvatore spoke, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, wake up!"

Annan immediately patted Salvatore on the shoulder and shook him up forcefully: "Don't fall asleep! Wake up! ”

He remembered that Salvatore's spell seemed to be related to sleep......

“…… Not? Did I almost fall asleep just now? ”

Salvatore woke up with some vigilance and stood up from his stool: "Well, thanks, Don Juan. You just saved my life......"

"It's not because you're waiting for me that you haven't slept."

Annan sighed: "Do you think I will wake up yesterday?" ”

"yes, we didn't think you could stay in a nightmare for so long."

Salvatore also nodded unceremoniously.

He trotted to wake up while holding his desk with both hands, and said intermittently, "That's why we put you into a nightmare in the morning...... This way you'll have the most free time to explore the nightmare.

"But before you woke up yesterday morning, Don Juan, I knew you had the gift of a priesthood...... But we don't know how long you'll wake up, and neither do the priests. So I can only watch you all the time. After all, you're an advanced ritual, and it's not the same as a normal nightmare...... If you forget to bring the vessel that carries the curse, the power of the curse you bring out of the nightmare can easily escape, and new nightmares may form in the town......"

"Good work, senior."

When Annan heard this, he thanked Salvatore gratefully.

Whether it's helping himself or helping the Frozen Water Harbor, Salvatore doesn't have much to gain from it. He was about to leave Frozen Water Harbor and return to the Black Tower to advance. Even if there is a new nightmare in Frozen Water Harbor after that, it has nothing to do with him.

Like the priest Louis, he acted only with the goodwill and sense of responsibility that remained in his heart.

"You have to thank Priest Louis too."

Salvatore coughed lightly and added: "You are still growing your body, and it is very bad for your body to not be able to eat after two days of sleep. Your body nutrition for the past two days has been supplemented by Priest Louis...... Of course, you have to thank me. Because I paid you for the treatment. ”

"Thank you, senior. I will thank Priest Louis afterwards. ”

Annan did not hesitate to solemnly thank Salvatore: "I am really grateful to you for helping me and helping the people I protect. ”

He was never the kind of person who was shy about saying thanks.

As long as it is what he "should do", Annan can always do it well - thanking or apologizing at the right time is naturally one of them.

However, Salvatore was a little embarrassed to see that Annan thanked him so neatly and solemnly.

He coughed again, leaned against the table and pretended to drink, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Then, Salvatore looked out the window, the corners of his mouth raised: "For me, this is the way it should be." It's you nobles...... There are not many people who are willing to sincerely thank you.

"We, the transcendents, have stolen our power from the curse, so we naturally have to take corresponding measures. At the very least, the curse must not be allowed to overflow and endanger innocent people...... If you can help stop everything, stop it; If a person who has no grievances can help, he will do a favor.

"Although I personally consider myself to have an average level of morality, I am not as good as those living saints who have received extraordinary power in order to help the weak and uphold justice, and even often have selfish thoughts, and will occasionally use their power to be greedy. But after all, we are all extraordinary people from serious backgrounds, and we still have to abide by the rules that we should abide by.

"It's for everyone, and it's for yourself. It's like the Manifesto of Transcendence......"

The tired-faced, thin-bodied man chuckled and whispered in a solemn tone:

"'From now on, we will bear our own curses, keep the secrets of others, keep our personal vows, and obey common rules. This is true today and will be true in the future. 'You haven't forgotten yet, Don Juan. ”

"I understand ......"

Hearing this, Annan nodded slowly, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually converged.

He rested his right hand lightly on his chest, his ice-blue eyes slightly wide, and looked at Salvatore.

He replied seriously and earnestly: "I remember. ”

Hearing Salvatore's words, Annan was vaguely touched in his heart.

From the time he traveled to the present, he had not come into contact with several living transcendents.

It wasn't until he heard Salvatore's words that Annan had a vague idea of the transcendent society of this world-

A world that is somewhat gloomy in tone, but definitely not dim.

and a group of Keepers of Secrets who bear curses, keep their oaths, obey the rules, and walk in silence on their respective paths.

A group of people who are lonely but not lonely.

"Alright," Salvatore said briskly, "it's time to tell me about your spell." I'll be your keeper of secrets. ”

"Just say it, okay?"

"Well, at least for you, it's not a matter of urgency yet."

Salvatore smiled: "Of course, remember not to be the keeper of the secret of the gold-level transcendent. If you can, it's best to stay away from them, don't even ask, don't let them know your name, and don't perform ceremonies with them or pronounce their names in nightmares.

"After all, a transcendent person of that level basically can't be counted as a human anymore."

Can't be counted as a human ...... What is the meaning?

Annan felt a little confused and dazed in his heart.

But he just kept an eye on it, secretly wrote down the question, and did not ask it at this time.

He pondered his spell for a moment and told Salvatore the general content: "My spell is, [I have to kill one person with a kitchen knife every month]. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a new prompt swipe in front of him:

【Establishment of the Secret Oath】

[Current Oath of Formation: 1]

That's it...... Signed?

Annan was slightly stunned.

A thought popped into his mind—

If you tell all players about your oath...... Is it possible to get a bunch of Secret Keepers right away? Anyway, the player has to protect the "faction leader" from a standpoint, and there is no need to worry about them targeting themselves.

That's like giving it to a bunch of secret keepers for nothing!

…… So, what if players were asked to bring the news back into their world and spread it online?