Path of Light.

Chapter 175 176. Dreaming
Roy opened his eyes, sat up suddenly from the bed, and hit his forehead on the upper bed.

'Boom...'

Roy covered his head with his hands, fully awake.

He jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on his boots, and looked up at Claire who was sleeping on the top bunk.

Such a big commotion did not wake Claire up.

Claire was facing outwards, wrapped in a quilt, curled up.

Roy is a little strange...

Lifting a corner of the quilt, I saw that Claire's face was flushed, and she seemed to be short of breath.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching his throat.

He tried to wake Claire up.

I yelled twice, but there was no response from him.

He patted his face again.

I found that slapping my face is useless at all.

With the moonlight coming in from the window, Roy saw a water glass on the table.

Reaching out to pick up the water glass, there was still half a glass of water in it.

But the ice inside has melted.

Roy tried to inject a little power of holy light into the water, so he splashed a glass of water on Claire's face.

I don't know if it is the effect of the holy light or the effect of cold water...

Claire woke up with a start.

He opened his eyes, gasped for breath, looked around in a panic, his eyes widened, and asked Roy:
"Roy, where are we?"

"Aboard the Nautilus," Roy said.

Claire propped up her upper body, supported the edge of the bed with both hands, and rolled down from above.

He was obviously still in shock, and looked around before recalling tonight's dance.

"Just now I had a dream. I dreamed that I was back in the city of Castleton. I also changed 'Bernes' to a violin piece and held a campus recital in the college."

I didn't expect Claire to be dreaming...

Roy suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so to speak, he should have disturbed his dream.

"How was the concert?"

Claire stared at Roy, hesitated before saying, "I dreamed that I was late, and when I arrived at the music auditorium, you were standing on the stage..."

"..."

Roy didn't know what to say to comfort him.

It is said that there are thoughts by day and dreams by night...

Claire continued: "...the stage was covered in blood and the auditorium was empty."

"You were trying to hit me with a bone stick with a skull on it, so I ran out desperately. All the doors of the auditorium were locked, and I ran and ran in the corridor outside, so I couldn't breathe. I was getting angry, and I was running faster and faster, I couldn't stop, I could only breathe desperately."

Claire said with lingering fear.

Seeing that Claire might have seen a nightmare, Roy condensed a faint holy light from the palm of his hand.

With a glimmer of light, Claire's complexion became much better.

"and then?"

Claire reached out and touched the water stains on her face, looked at Roy with some doubts and said:
"I felt like a piece of sea water was rolling over. I fell into the cold sea and woke up immediately."

Roy smiled awkwardly:
"Hey, when I woke up, I poured a glass of water on your face..."

"..."

Roy suddenly noticed that the sacred light in his palm trembled...

Claire didn't notice it, but Roy felt it very clearly.

The Holy Light is not like a candle. When the wind blows, the candle flame will continue to dance.

As long as Roy sends out the power of the holy light smoothly, even under the storm, this sacred twilight can float steadily above Roy's head...

The twilight in the palm of his hand trembled, obviously affected by something.

Roy put his finger near his lips, made a silent movement, and said in a low voice:

"Now is not the time to talk about this, do you feel something is wrong?"

Claire was still in a state of just waking up, and asked with a blank face:

"what happened?"

Roy opened the cabin door and glanced into the corridor, which was actually pitch black.

He immediately closed the door gently, and said to Claire:

"It's a little too quiet on board, even at night."

Claire immediately regained his spirits. He was wearing pajamas, barefoot, stuck to the door, and said to Roy:

"Let's go out and see."

"Put on the leather armor..." Roy reminded Claire.

"Oh!"

The two hurriedly put on the leather armor in the cabin, and Claire inserted the long dagger into the buckle of the trouser armor on the outer thigh.

Roy seemed more cautious, and put the iron square shield on his left arm directly, and he pushed open the hatch first and entered the corridor.

The corridor was dark and eerily quiet.

There was a sacred twilight floating in front of Roy. After walking a few steps forward, he found that all the moonstone magic lamps on the walls on both sides of the corridor had lost their light.

You must know that moonstone actually emits light automatically at night.

This kind of magic lamp will naturally light up at night.

But now the moonstone on the wall was completely darkened. Roy walked all the way to the end of the corridor, and found that the elf waiter who had given him and Claire a boxed fruit plate was also sleeping soundly on a small table. , A thin layer of sweat secreted on his forehead.

Looking at him, he seemed to be in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

Roy gently pushed the elf waiter, and found that he, like Claire, had no reaction at all...

Claire took out a water jug ​​from the magic pocket, pulled off the lid, poured some water from it, and patted the elf waiter's face and forehead with his hands, but unfortunately it didn't have any effect.

On the contrary, the elf waiter seemed to have encountered something terrible in a dream, and his expression became grim and distorted.

"Why didn't he wake up?"

Claire asked Roy with some doubts.

Roy got a glass of clear water again, and injected a little power of holy light into the glass again.

He dipped a little holy water in his hand and poured it on the elf attendant's forehead.

Sure enough, the elf waiter was shocked all over, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, sat up straight, and looked around in horror. As his memory gradually recovered, his eyes gradually became clear.

Claire finally realizes that something is not quite right.

"Is there anything I can do for you two?"

The elf waiter hurriedly stood up and asked Roy and Claire.

"We did run into a little trouble!"

Claire patted the elf waiter who was still in shock and said.

After speaking, they exchanged glances with Roy, and the two rushed up the stairs in a few steps and came directly to the deck.

The deck of the Nautilus was quiet, and the deck was filled with a faint mist, with the salty smell of sea water...

Sure enough, just as Roy guessed, the crew members who were on duty at night on the deck also fell into a coma, and the most dangerous ones were the crew members guarding the observation deck on the mainmast. When Roy looked over, half of his body was almost hanging on the observation deck. Outside the fence, if you just roll a little more, you will definitely fall from the observation deck more than ten meters high.

It was pitch black on the Nautilus, and the elf waiter followed Roy and Claire, already trembling with fright...

(End of this chapter)