I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 88: Frustration after waking up from a dream

The silver-white city wall stands on the floating island as if it were formed naturally. The bricks fit together perfectly, leaving no gaps for penetration and no protrusions for climbing.

The city gate was tightly closed and there was no way to open it. When Wyatt put his hand on it, he could even feel the heaviness of the city gate, as if nothing could break it.

On this floating island, all creatures except dragons are forbidden to fly. Since Wyatt stood on this land, he lost the right to fly.

"It seems that Sky City does not welcome me."

Just as he finished speaking, a hybrid dragon crashed into the barrier protecting Wyatt.

However, it was not rejected by the barrier. Instead, it was directly purified by the barrier without leaving any residue.

Wyatt had no idea how many hybrid dragons he had purified along the way, but judging from the scale, the number of these monsters should not have decreased.

There must be something that is constantly breeding these monsters, and now it seems that thing is in the Sky City.

It's really curious what on earth can continuously breed these monsters.

Maybe the disappearance of Sky City is related to that thing.

Unable to enter the Sky City, Wyatt lost interest and prepared to go back.

But he did not give up exploring the Sky City, and Wyatt knew very well how to enter the Sky City.

Gain greater authority and obtain power enough to change the entire dream.

In other words, it is to snatch other people's "cake".

So the next thing to do is to find someone who has the authority to dream.

It’s a pity that today’s time is about to end. It seems that the matter of grabbing the cake will have to be put off until tomorrow.

"Hopefully I'll meet some interesting guys."

Wyatt jumped directly off the floating island, falling at a high speed, and soon he was back on the ground.

Wyatt landed so lightly that he didn't even disturb any of the flowers.

The Sky City was just above the sea of ​​flowers, which saved Wyatt a lot of time.

He followed the cave and returned to the high mountains in the north.

Only this time, he didn't find the mural.

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The dream ended and Rowling woke up from her sleep on time.

She felt that this dream journey was much shorter, perhaps because she fell into coma too early. The last thing she remembered was that the sky was getting darker and she didn't even seem to see the dusk.

"You're awake, how do you feel?"

"Hart? Why are you here?"

"I'm also a priest. I can help you here. Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?"

"I was in a dream... and was unconscious for a while."

"This is no small matter. We will check it out for you right away."

The logistics team responsible for Rowling's health quickly rushed over and began to conduct a series of examinations on Rowling.

Rowling had never seen such a scene before. She felt like a big shot who had a professional team paying attention to her health.

Is this how investigators are treated?

Rowling was a little panicked. Under normal circumstances, she would have persuaded herself that this was for the purpose of better completing the mission.

But now, Rowling feels unworthy of it.

He didn't help Wyatt at all. Instead, he became a burden to Wyatt. He even fell into a coma on the most dangerous night and was of no use at all.

Wyatt said he needed the will of Baron Garcia, but now it seems that his proud will has not helped him.

I was so tired that I fainted.

Of course, it is also possible that it has suffered from hidden pollution.

But it is an indisputable fact that I fainted.

"All indicators are normal. How is your mental state, Hart?" "Also very good. There is no pollution at all."

"It seems there is nothing to worry about." The attending physician turned to look at Rowling and said respectfully, "You are in good health, Miss Rowling. In addition, the director hopes that you will go to his office after the examination. He has something to tell you."

"I understand……"

Members of the logistics team left the room one after another, and finally only the most basic caregivers and a Hart were left in the room.

The reason why Hart stayed was that he wanted to find out what happened in his dream. There was not much chance to hear such adventure stories.

But Rowling seemed a little depressed, and Hart noticed it.

The attending physician didn't know Rowling. She usually had a stern face and looked completely serious, but after getting to know her for a while, he discovered that Rowling had a lot of emotions.

Hart didn't know what happened in the dream, but it was a fact that Rowling was depressed.

As a priest, it is natural for me to comfort those who are depressed.

Although he still had the task of gathering intelligence, Wyatt himself said that he was not in a hurry for the results, so Hart planned to stay and enlighten Rowling.

"Is there anything bothering you? If...if you don't mind, you can...tell me about it."

“…What are you doing?”

"Well... I am a priest after all. In addition to studying divine arts and theology, I also have to be good at solving problems for others, so... so..."

"Your grades in expression classes have always been at the bottom."

"I know, there's no need to expose my scars."

Now it's Hart who's frustrated.

Rowling straightened her back and looked at the embarrassed Hart. For some reason, she suddenly felt better.

I'm not gloating, Rowling and Hart can still resonate with each other.

She knew that Hart was brought from the wilderness. To be honest, it was quite a remarkable thing that he could be admitted to Clara College, so when Rowling first saw Hart at a club, she took the initiative to say hello.

Rowling has always admired people who work hard.

Because the father she longed for was such a person.

She therefore dreamed of becoming such a person.

She had always thought she was such a person.

But after her father got into trouble, she saw the bloody reality.

She was not as indestructible as she imagined. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Rowling felt herself to be very fragile and sensitive.

In the past, she armed herself with a fragile shell called "hard work", but now she uses escape to numb her weak self.

Rowling was very curious about how Hart got to where he is today.

"Hart, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"I work so hard and so diligently that it can be called self-harm."

"So how do you see yourself?"

"Uh... someone so clumsy, slow, and timid that he can't even hold the pendant."

"Is that what you thought?"

A smile appeared on Rowling's face.

Hart lowered his head even more at this moment. He felt very ashamed for pointing out his shortcomings in this way. Even Rowling couldn't help laughing at himself.

But in fact, Rowling was just amused by Hart's comments.

This guy's comment is really interesting, aren't the two completely opposite?

But fortunately, the clumsy guy met a hard-working guy, and at least he could imitate him shamelessly.

Until I become like him, or even become him.

Please read on, I’ve been reading so much lately
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