Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 310 Dreams of Dreamwalkers and Scholars

It is said that Andrea College has a new research report, "52 assumptions about the possible use of that thing." Later, because of insufficient experimental materials, these assumptions could not be demonstrated.

But none of this has anything to do with Mr. Lyle.The research on the hungry flesh body has come to an end, and now the experiment has progressed to another stage.The shaping of the sense of taste and the soul feedback to the user himself.

This is a project that the academic mentors have agreed to assist with.

So, at the invitation of Mr. Scholar, Lyle once again came to the secret room of the dragon priest under the Wandering City. Here, Mr. Scholar and another person are waiting for Lyle.

"This is the Emerald Dragon Priest, Irason, the Dragon Priest of the Dreamland Elves, my sister." Mr. Scholar introduced the vigorous Dragon Priest to Lyle, and she has been looking at him since Lyle arrived. wave.

"This is one of my students in Andrea..."

"I know, Mr. Lyall Buhler. Brother Moroki arranged for a human undercover in Andrei." Irason quickly grabbed Lyall's outstretched palm and shook it sharply.

What?I'm undercover?

Mr. Scholar sighed, his expression was [-]% similar to that of the withered druid Hines.

"Irason, I hope that while you are receiving information, don't add your fictional fantasies to it, and distinguish the difference between facts and assumptions."

Irason tapped his head with a flowering cane, "Did I guess wrong again? Sorry."

Lyle looked at this dragon priest who was completely different from the scholar mentor, why did he look unreliable.

"Don't look at Irason like this, she is actually a dream walker, a master who manipulates dreams, tampers with memories, and distorts the spirit."

"Dreamwalker?"

"A spiritual trait. Dreamwalkers are born to manipulate their dreams, and their soul and spiritual talents are beyond ordinary people. They can tamper with memories, manipulate illusions, and even change other people's attitudes towards themselves. So Most of the talents awakened by these dream walkers are also related to this."

A new talent, sounds like a master of psychology like mind control, hypnosis is probably their forte.

"Irason does have extraordinary talents, but," Mr. Scholar looked regretfully at the dragon priest sisters who were complacent in his introduction, "the first object of mental intervention after her ability awakened was herself. And messing around in her own dreams, which are twisted and chaotic even now."

Ah this, am I driving myself crazy?
"Brother Morokui! I can hear you!" Irason thumped Mr. Scholar's back dissatisfied.

"I just want you to hear that, after all, only you can heal your flaws. Maybe you, Irason, can get rid of your mental disability and become a dedicated dragon priest."

"That's not a defect! Well, you who are constrained by reality must not be able to understand me. Anyway, I will not change it." Irason turned her head away with a posture that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Mr. Scholar turned his head to look at Lyle, the golden crown on Lyle's head was a bit dazzling in the dark.

"About how to shape the arousal that comes from being stimulated by the taste of food. For you, Lyle, this is a complex life process. It's difficult to create such a process."

Mr. Scholar looked at Irason, "However, it is not limited to itself, and it is very easy to create substitutes with the same effect. For dreamwalkers."

"So, let's quickly enter the dreamland." The emerald dragon priest Irason took out an olive green palm-sized ball. The flowing lines on the surface of the stone can make people feel dizzy just by looking at it.

"This is an immersion stone, a prop to go deep into dreams. I made it. It's amazing." Irason was still showing off.

"Irason, give the stone to Lyle, and it's his job to collect taste emotions."

"Okay," the green dragon priest handed the stone to Lyle with a look of reluctance, "This is a device that affects dreams, and it can give you the ability to interfere with dreams like a dream walker."

"But don't try to use it to manipulate the dream of the dream walker. Trying to steal the show is a violation of the rules of dreams. If you are found out, you will be punished badly."

Erathon magically twisted a small spot of light from the immersion stone, "Put this on the forehead of a sleeping man, so that he can sneak into his dreams."

Lyle nodded, he already understood the general process.

"So, do you want to enter my dreamland?" There was a trace of expectation in Irason's words.

Then he was interrupted by the cold tone of Mr. Scholar, "No, entering the dream is equivalent to spying on other people's secrets. Although Irason has no secrets at all, remember what I said? Her dreams are unbearable for ordinary people confusion."

"So, let's enter my dream." Mr. Scholar waved his fingers, and the hovering magic lifted the three of them up and floated in the air.

Feeling the comfort of weightlessness, Lyle looked at Mr. Scholar's blue mask.

"But, teacher, aren't you a lich? Liches still need sleep? Do liches still have dreams?"

"Yes, dead people also have dead dreams. It is a replay of the past, which cannot be modified or recalled. It exists in our empty memory."

"My dream is dead, it is very stable, so it is suitable for beginners to adapt."

After the preparations were completed, the light spots were placed on the foreheads of Nia, Mr. Scholar, and the green dragon priest, and Lyle gradually fell into a deep sleep.

dark.

cold.

But the air is full of strong magic power, so strong that every cell is cheering.

A slender figure stepped out from the darkness, he was wearing a dark purple robe of a great wizard.Under the hood is a deep and mature face, golden sideburns are competing for the brilliance on the cheeks, but everything is defeated by the steady touch between the brows.A man with a deep scholarly air, his eyes are as bright as stars, and there is also the arrogance of a monarch.

Every time he moved forward, the storm formed by the magic power whizzed around him. Lyle, who was standing near him, seemed to be choked by the magic power and had to bend down to breathe.

A pair of cold palms patted Lyle's back, and Mr. Scholar's mask glowed.

The magic on Lyle dissipated.

Lyle looked at the man who looked like a magical monarch standing in the center of the dragon priest's altar, wearing an ancient blue mask on his face.

"Scholar tutor, is that... the former you?"

"My young self, who still doesn't know how to restrain himself, looks so funny now." Unlike the green dragon priest who was looking forward to it, Mr. Scholar has no interest in his own memory. "There's nothing to see, let's find a remote corner and start the experiment."

"Teacher, can I read it first? I'm curious, what kind of dream did you die in?"

"...Then let's continue after reading it."

"Nothing to see."

"I recorded the moment when we and the dragon became the remnants of the era."

(End of this chapter)