"It's already six o'clock in the morning......"

Annan looked at the sky outside and fell into deep thought.

It had been a long, long time since he had stayed up late, let alone this kind of sleepless stay up at all.

It hurts the body.

Moreover, at this time, Annan suddenly discovered a somewhat fatal place.

- That is, he doesn't feel tired at all now.

Although he didn't sleep all night watching the live broadcast, he was still in good shape. He didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't feel the unusual excitement of staying up all night, as if he was sleeping and waking up normally.

It's actually somewhat dangerous.

Because it means that Annan's current body is no longer warning him.

Could it be that this is the legend that cultivating immortals is harmful to health...... So it's recommended not to sleep at all?

"Let's wait a minute, Salvatore."

He sighed, put on his clothes and got up to do a soft exercise that soothed his stiff body, which had been lying in bed all night.

The Viscount's bed was indeed very comfortable.

But he lay down all night, and it was still a little uncomfortable.

It's only six o'clock in the morning, and Salvatore has just slept for three hours.

Knowing that this hard-working senior can only sleep six hours a day, it would be too inhumane for Annan to disturb his sleep again......

And this is not where he usually lives, and it is not certain whether he will fall asleep immediately after three o'clock in the morning.

- This is all so that the rare Kaizi does not die suddenly when she is too young.

Annan so convinced himself in his heart.

Fortunately, his "sense of morality" and "common sense" are still functioning normally.

Otherwise, with his bad taste, it is very likely that he will not be able to control and do something immoral for his own pleasure......

“…… Why don't you go have breakfast first? ”

After twenty minutes of soft exercises, Annan exhaled.

The seniors don't get up until nine o'clock.

Not waiting for him to go out.

There was a knock at the door of the Viscount's Palace.

…… Who?

"It's only half past six in the morning."

Annan frowned slightly and opened the door.

Standing at the door with a smile was a bald priest with kind eyebrows, a generous face, and a fat head and big ears.

Seeing Annan open the door by himself, he suddenly smiled and showed two rows of golden teeth, took out the pocket watch with some exaggeration, and saluted Annan: "Good morning, our fair and upright lord, may you also be loved by the silver lord today."

"I'm so glad to see that you opened the door."

…… It's Bishop Daliyuan.

Annan suddenly realized.

Phew, no...... It's Bishop Daryl.

He hadn't forgotten the big round gold tooth.

This man looks like a Shinto, as if he knows a lot of things.

In particular, he first claimed to know the old man of the Geraint family, and he also knew the current head of the family. But he didn't recognize that Annan was not Don Juan Geraint at all......

Or maybe he recognized it but didn't say it.

Because he finally persuaded Annan, "This is not your hatred, not anywhere."

Annan knew that he was right.

Whether it is Gerald or Viscount Barber, it is "Don Juan Geraine", not "Annan Rindong".

And so it is.

After he revealed his true identity, they both temporarily abandoned their hostility towards him.

"Salute to the silver coin...... Grandpa Daryl. ”

Annan hesitated, but chose a more intimate title and returned the salute to the bishop.

"You came to me, is there something wrong?"

Annan's tone was soft and humble, but it was crisp and neat, without showing any cowardice and hesitation: "If I can help, please just say it." ”

"Oh no, no, no...... Surely you don't need to bother, my dear little sir. ”

Bishop Daryl just smiled and said, "I just came to talk to you beforehand and ask ...... How are you going to make that thing public to them today? ”

This "they", the bald fat bishop did not say it explicitly.

But Annan understood.

What he said must be the group of people who were bewitched and controlled by the viscount.

Bishop Daryl, as the spokesman of Sir Roseburg's silver, it is completely normal for Bishop Daryl to come over with Annan in advance.

He and Annan were the supreme rulers of Roseburg and even the entire North Sea Territory. If the two of them disagree in public, it will be tantamount to making public the fact that "Roseburg's rule is not stable", which may make the people below disagree, and all kinds of clowns will jump out.

But Annan always felt ......

Bishop Darryl is not here for this alone.

Annan was silent for a while, then responded:

"I'm not sure, what are you talking about?"

He was tactfully asking Bishop Darryl what you were going to do with it.

Bishop Daryl smiled and said, "Naturally, our Viscount, was attacked and killed by the infidels. ”

…… Is that okay?

Annan was a little surprised.

No doubt.

This was Bishop Daryl's choice of a more favorable approach for Annan.

It means that he—and the entire Silver Jue Church—endorses Annan's right to rule.

“…… Is there anything I need to do? ”

Annan asked tentatively.

Seeing this, Bishop Daryl couldn't help but laugh.

"It's good to talk to smart people."

He smiled and said, "You are a little like your grandfather." ”

…… Whose grandfather? You can make it clear, huh?

Annan muttered inwardly.

But he couldn't speak out, so he could only nod humbly and make a cold and immature voice: "Thank you for your praise." ”

The bishop only smiled meaningfully and said nothing.

"That's right, Grandpa Daryl."

Annan suddenly asked, "What do you think of the one at the beginning of every nightmare......?" Got it? ”

As clergy, the vanguard of the cleansing of nightmares, they should know more about nightmares than ordinary transcendents.

Sure enough, Bishop Darryl knew what Annan was talking about after a little thought: "Are you talking about that whisper?" ”

"Yes."

Annan nodded.

Bishop Daryl smiled and said, "Well, this is what we commonly call 'Proverbs.'" If you want to talk about principles and exceptions, it's complicated...... You just need to know at the application level that in the vast majority of cases, the 'Proverbs' will not lie to you.

"It always reveals the core rules of every nightmare. But remember not to be misled. After all, the book of Proverbs has only one sentence, and it is normal to be misunderstood.

“…… It's like a prophecy. ”

He said to the end and sighed softly.

Annan was keenly aware of something. But there were too few things for him to confirm.

Bishop Daryl seemed to think of something, and asked Annan, "Do you want to ask me what kind of nightmare Gerald hatched?" ”

"It would be great if you could tell me."

Annan nodded and said seriously.

Looking at Annan's ice-blue pupils, Bishop Daryl was a little distracted for a moment.

Seeing this, Annan was thoughtful.

The Bishop was silent for a while, and then suddenly showed that harmless smile again: "No problem, I have already completed a purification...... This nightmare is slightly more difficult, but it's totally the type you can handle.

"Do you want the key?"

“…… If you will. ”

Annan nodded.

I secretly wrote down the technical term "key" in my mind.

Bishop Daryl seemed to be prepared, and took out a hard object from his waist that was wrapped in layers of cloth.

Annan reached out and touched it, quickly realizing that it seemed to be a broken bone.

"If it touches the skin for more than thirteen seconds, it can enter the nightmare."

Bishop Darryl's expression was a little serious: "Although it is not difficult for you, if you can, it is best to enter after the early hours of the morning. ”

"—Wait a minute, Grandpa Daryl."

Annan suddenly spoke: "If I go into a nightmare now...... Can you wake me up after three hours?

"There aren't many people I can trust here. I am afraid that the only one who can be fully trusted is you, except for Salvatore. ”

Hearing this, Bishop Daryl was a little stunned.

Of course he knows what that means......

After Annan entered the nightmare, the body was completely defenseless to stay outside. If Bishop Daryl chooses to kidnap him or kill him outright, Annan will not be able to resist.

There is no doubt that this is a big gamble.

Risking your life to gamble on the trust of others.

…… But what is Annan gambling on?

Bishop Daryl hesitated.

“…… I don't recommend that you do that, it's too dangerous for you to do that. ”

He became rare and became serious, and reprimanded Annan: "When you enter a nightmare, you can't even let outsiders know. Not to mention having someone else take care of your body, especially those you can't trust...... This is tantamount to exposing one's own flaws. ”

"—can I trust you?"

Annan looked at Bishop Daryl with a pure and clear gaze: "Can you wake me up?" ”

Looking at his ice-blue pupils, Bishop Darryl was in a trance again.

He was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly.

"Then you can sleep...... I'll wake you up in three hours. ”

He walked in and closed and locked it.

…… And so it was.

Annan roughly understood what was going on, and he was completely relieved.

Although many times, he behaves like a fanatic at the gaming table.

But in fact, he is already secretly out of the thousands.

- Although Annan had asked Bishop Daryl this question before, it did not mean that Annan had completely believed him.

Although with the strength of the bishop, if it is really unfavorable to Annan, Annan will not have the power to fight back at all.

But if the bishop's reaction was not right in the slightest, Annan would have been the first to add, "Oh, I'm kidding." This does not deduct too many points from his impression, and it can test the bottom line of the bishop's heart about himself.

He wasn't gambling on it, it was a trick. It was only unexpectedly discovered that the other party had no defense, so it suddenly turned into reality.

But Annan now unexpectedly tried something else.

He was now more and more convinced.

Bishop Daryl knew Annan.

And he should have known someone from the Annan family and knew him quite well......

"After you enter this nightmare," Bishop Darryl suddenly added, "if you see an acquaintance...... Don't be too nervous, but don't hesitate too much either.

"Always remember that this is just a remnant of history. You can't change anything, and they're just illusions – kill when you should, don't be soft-hearted, and don't trust people you shouldn't. ”

…… Wait, what does this mean?

Annan was suddenly stunned.

Listen to what this bald head means.

Could it be that Gerald's nightmare, his deepest obsession and resentment, was not the incident in which Annan and Salvatore killed him in the face?