Please ask the dream.

Chapter 205 They are afraid
The early morning in Suqin City is busy. No matter what the situation in Qingyun is like, it seems that it cannot affect the prosperity of the capital.

The middle-aged man in formal attire got out of the car and frowned before he even walked into the office.

Because he saw a young man standing at the door.

Seeing the man approaching, the young man immediately walked up to him in small steps, and only stopped when the distance between them was within five meters.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately realized that something was wrong. His originally relaxed mentality immediately tensed up and he quickly walked into the office building.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The soundproof structure was deployed. Although they were still in the corridor, the middle-aged man still asked. Upon hearing this, the young man immediately said:

"Stationmaster, the news from the black market this morning..."

"Oh? Did you find someone? A mercenary? Or someone from Hongying's side?" The stationmaster raised his eyebrows slightly, but the young man shook his head and said:
"No, it's the mercenaries who entered the mountain before, all of them have withdrawn..."

"Say something... ahem, what did you say?" The stationmaster, who was so excited that he almost spoke in dialect, pinched his nose, but then stretched out his hand to stop the young man from answering. He waited until the two entered his office, then he took a deep breath, calmed down and said:

"Tell me more specifically, what exactly happened?"

"According to the information we received, the mercenaries encountered that person after entering the Dreamland at night."

"And then we lose? Mercenaries are just unreliable. Looks like we need to increase the bounty..." The stationmaster thought to himself, but he didn't interrupt the young man. However, the young man's next words almost made him lose control -

"All the mercenaries who met him died in the dreamland. More than two-thirds of them had their confidence shattered. Their structure skills completely collapsed and they were unable to continue their mission..."

"Smash it? Are you sure?" The webmaster pinched his eyebrows, and doubt was inevitably in his tone.

Those who can become mercenaries are basically those who live on the edge of a knife. The strength of their will is simply not comparable to that of ordinary architects. Not to mention that they dare to accept the commission from that person, so they should not be weak.

"I have verified it. They were indeed crushed. They even included the main combat members of the front-line mercenary group. Even Mercury has decided to give up the mission."

The young man took out a USB drive and handed it to the webmaster. The webmaster did not open it immediately, but confirmed:
"Mercury? Which mercury?"

"That's the swordsman Mercury, the assassin who only takes commissions against the strong and who successfully assassinated the Visionary."

When the young man said this, the stationmaster's brows were twisted into knots. He adjusted his sitting posture, was silent for a moment, and then said:
"Did anyone from Hongying react?"

"Although this matter cannot be concealed, they will not enter the dreamland when performing tasks, so they may not know it yet." The young man was cautious and did not say anything definite. The stationmaster nodded and said:

"The message will be passed to Hongying through the channel 'next door', and then a copy will be given to 'opposite door'. Don't pass it to the higher-ups, but upload it directly from the lower levels to let those naive kids see how hypocritical their leaders are. By the way, Orchard, Judas, Yae, Lou's...have those companies not accepted the orders yet?"

"Judas has clearly refused. Yae has accepted Hongying's commission. The orchard requires us to release Joshua Johnson before they are willing to take over the commission. As for Lou, although they said they can take it, stationmaster, can Lou really be trusted? They and that person are..." The young man said this, but was interrupted by the stationmaster.

"I know, but he's dead, isn't he? If he really married into the Lou family, then there's nothing to say, but now, business is just business, and these ancient families are always trustworthy in the foundation of their existence."

"Ok, I see."

As the young man was about to deal with the follow-up issues, he was stopped by the webmaster:
"By the way, didn't we find a nail before? Let's give him some information..."

... "Strange, my brain seems to suddenly become clear..." Feng Xue, who was trying to connect Lao Ma's light and breathing, suddenly felt his mind clear, and the obstacles that were difficult to overcome before seemed to disappear at this moment.

However, he was not unfamiliar with this kind of sudden enlightenment feeling. In the game [Feng Xue and Long Chang's Enlightenment], when he fought against the Hongying Army, he could always feel this kind of strengthening.

"But it's been several hours. Are these people's reaction times a little slow? Or has the news spread? But can areas like the Bear Ridge Mountains, where there are few G·I particles, also receive reinforcement?"

Feng Xue didn't quite understand the current situation, but that didn't stop him from seizing this opportunity.

Although he hadn't slept all night, he was in surprisingly good spirits at this moment. The training of architecture was not boring. In other words, if he practiced it even though he felt bored, the power of architecture would be reduced.

"I think I can feel the trick. Let's do it again. Huh..."

Exhaling long, Feng Xue tried to pursue the feeling of fluctuation. With his previous epiphany, he had realized that it was nonsense to try to simulate the fluctuation of light by breathing. If he really wanted to develop this feeling, he should do the opposite and use light to match his breathing!

"That's the feeling of swallowing up the essence of the sun and the moon."

As Feng Xue was thinking this, the watch on his left wrist suddenly made a rapid sound.

Realizing that the time was up, Feng Xue quickly stopped the function in his mind and then placed his finger on the first button on the right.

At this moment, his temperament suddenly changed. If he looked like a middle-aged office worker before, now, his eyes without any brilliance made him look more like a numb killer.

This was acting, in order to give himself a better hint. When this hint was close to its peak, he suddenly held his breath, and a voice rang out in the slight vibration of the air -

Inherent time control, ten times faster!
As the voice fell, Feng Xue pressed the button simultaneously. Everything around him slowed down at this moment. The moment he held his breath, Feng Xue only felt his heart beating rapidly.

The standard time is one second, and the perceived time is ten seconds.

In this short period of time, he used Emiya Kiritsugu's voice as a bridge to correlate the accelerated time felt on the watch with his own behavior of holding his breath, thereby creating a feeling that time really slows down when I hold my breath.

If the first time at the beginning still felt a bit like self-deception, then now Feng Xue has been able to enter that state very easily.

After counting silently for ten seconds, Feng Xue took a deep breath without any jet lag, and at the same time, set the alarm on his tactical watch for the next hour as quickly as possible.

"Next, it's time to train in swordplay, backswing cancellation, and stand-in skills."

As soon as Feng Xue had an idea, a substitute named Splicing appeared in front of him. Although it looked a little blurry due to the thin G·I particles, it was barely enough for sparring.

Feng Xue divided his thoughts and gave orders. Although the sword had not yet been unsheathed, he still threw a punch with all his might.

But at this moment, the splicing action came to an abrupt stop, and Feng Xue calmly turned his head and looked towards the depths of the dense forest.

"Clap clap..."

Clear applause was heard from the forest. A man, who was only exposed his eyes, walked out of the dense forest. He clapped his hands and spoke in the Qingyun language with a colonel accent:
"I didn't expect Mr. Feng to still have the leisure to do morning exercises while on the run. I admire him..."

(End of this chapter)