Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 505 Dream?
The wounded were put into Bevin's carriage, and several guards were exchanged to drive it. They then left the group at full speed.

The others continued forward as usual, but Captain Patton lagged behind, inquiring about the specifics of the poison salt mine.

Bevan was also eager to know, but Captain Patton directly rejected him with the words, "You're not mature enough yet. You'll need to learn more through small tasks in the future."

It has a bit of the connotation of 'one mistake leads to long-term disbelief'.

Bevin was filled with worry, but he didn't say anything more and obediently got into the carriage full of toxic salt ore.

The comfort of a wagon was far inferior to that of a horse-drawn carriage. As the carriage moved forward, the strong vibrations made Bevin, who was sitting in the co-driver's seat, dizzy.

The grayish-white toxic salt ore in the open cargo box at the rear kept bumping and splashing up wisps of dust with each shake.

"Cough cough cough..."

The pungent smell made Bevin, who was already feeling unwell, cough uncontrollably.

“Bevin… young master, are you feeling unwell?” Zeller asked, puzzled, as he drove the car.

Bevin waved his hand: "No, it's nothing."

He didn't understand why he was so sensitive to this smell.

It should be noted that the four guards who transported the ore earlier also rode in this carriage. One drove the carriage, and two sat directly on the ore in the back. Only the wounded man had a seat, and he was sitting in the spot where Bevin was now.

Others sat directly on the ore and didn't complain about the stench, and the wounded man sat in this position without uttering a sound.

Bevin's pride couldn't accept that his body was so delicate.

Besides, Captain Patton just said that he wasn't mature enough, and this situation only confirms what he said.
"I probably caught a chill last night while sleeping, and my stomach is inexplicably acidic," Bevan said, trying to cover it up.

"Should we turn around and head to Lix City? Or should we go back first, rest for a couple of days, and then come back?"

Bevan covered his mouth and mumbled, "It's just a bit of an upset stomach, nothing serious, I'll just take a nap."

The guard, Zeller, glanced at him with concern: "Then I'll slow down. If you feel unwell, remember to call me immediately."

Despite his discomfort, Bevin nodded and smiled gently, "Okay, thank you for your help, Brother Zeller."

After giving his instructions, Bevin closed his eyes, recalled the steps taught by Teacher Yaro, and slowly exhaled.

He began to meditate.

Bevin's meditation is not the wizard's "Meditation Method," but rather a meditation method created by Yaro by simplifying the "Meditation Method" and the "Knight's Breathing Method."

It is essentially equivalent to past life yoga meditation, and has effects such as relaxing the mind and body, reducing pain, and improving attention and concentration.

Simply put, it means desensitizing the body to external distractions and focusing attention on a single point within oneself.

After nearly half a year of practice, Bevin was already familiar with this meditation. In just a moment, his breathing rhythm began to slow down.

The fluctuating thoughts and emotions also slowed down with the rhythm of breathing.

Subtle sensations in the body are gradually amplified, and bodily details that are usually ignored and distracting thoughts that are hidden in the mind emerge like sand and gravel when the tide goes out.

But at this moment, the pungent smell surrounding his nose did not subside at all; on the contrary, it intensified, and with the rhythm of the carriage swaying, it wafted into Bevin's nose.

Even the pungent smell at each peak somehow stirred up distracting thoughts in Bevin's mind!

Bevan thought it was because he didn't like the smell that he was feeling irritable, so he kept silently reciting the steps of meditation to relax his mind and body and forcibly suppress the emotional fluctuations.

Gradually, Bevin seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

His consciousness was half-asleep, half-awake. His body mechanically followed the previous inertia, relaxing and tensing with the rhythm of the breath flowing in. The pungent smell, however, was like a dark cloud slowly approaching, gradually enveloping his mind.

In a daze, not knowing how much time had passed, Bevin seemed to suddenly become more awake.

He opened his eyes.

What I saw was a grayish-white color!
"where is this?"

Bevin looked around in a daze, as if he were drunk or asleep. What greeted his eyes was a world composed of splashed ink landscape paintings!
Bevin's consciousness gradually cleared a little.

"Is this... a dream?" Bevin asked, somewhat puzzled.

A chilly breeze blew by, and Bevin caught a whiff of the complex scent of damp earth and decaying plants.

"Real?"

As the thought flashed through his mind, his heartbeat and breathing gradually became clearer, growing louder and more distinct, and gradually taking on a strange, distorted sound.

Like a deep roar from afar, or a soft murmur lingering in your ear.

The whole world seemed to come alive.

But in Bevin's perception, it was as if he was waking up from a deep sleep, with each of his sensory organs activating one by one, and he did not notice anything amiss.

"Where is this place? Where is the carriage? Where is the others?"

Bevan tried to get up, but found that his body was as if it were being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight, and he couldn't move at all.

"What's wrong with me?"

If you can't move your body in this strange place, it could be a serious problem!
No matter how much he struggled, his body remained unresponsive; it seemed that the only part of his body that could move was his eyeballs.

Bevin's heartbeat quickened, his mind shifting from doubt to tension, and from tension to panic!

But... it was still useless.

Just then, a series of faint noises suddenly came from the surroundings.

rustling...

Hiss~ Hiss!

snake?!

A chill ran down Bevin’s spine from his tailbone straight up to his brain.

Bevin's innate fear of snakes caused him to instinctively stop breathing.

In just a moment, the strange scene before them suddenly began to blur, as if shrouded in a deep mist, gradually becoming hazy. The entire world of splashed ink, like a reflection in water, began to sway continuously.

“Bevan…Bevan…”

The faint cries seemed to echo from the depths of the heart.

That's... Brother Zeller's voice!

Just then, the tight pressure on Bevin's body gradually subsided.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a huge snake head emerging from the grass and trees beside him. The head alone was taller than Bevin's entire body, and a pair of clear black and white eyes revealed a hint of human-like doubt!
Hiss~!

The black snake's tongue swept across Bevin's body as if licking, and the tip of the tongue even pierced through his body!

"Is this... an illusion?"

Do not!
Bevin felt a distinct chill, and his body even began to sway!

"Young Master Bevin, wake up! We've arrived at Lan'er Village!"

The guard Zeller's voice grew clearer, as if it were right next to his ear, yet also as if it were far away. At the same time, the tactile sensation of his body swaying became more and more real.

The entire ink-like world was absorbed by the vortex, quickly distorted, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"what--!"

Bevan, drenched in sweat, finally managed to make a sound!
(End of this chapter)