American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 167 You mean you're going to give gifts to the Native Americans for Thanksgiving?
The surrounding scenery quickly faded away.

The frigid Antarctic landscape and its dazzling starry sky
Everything was eventually swallowed up again by the milky white fog.

"Crack-!"

Salafir felt as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his consciousness suddenly floated upwards!
When I came to my senses again...

He stood once again in that boundless, misty, and wondrous realm.

Before me stood a dragon-man formed from stars and mist.
—Morpheus.

He was gazing at him silently, his eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.

"Well……"

Salafir shook her head, feeling a little dizzy.

It was as if everything he had just experienced had drained him of a lot of energy, or as if the switching between two different dreams had brought about a brief sense of disorientation.

"How did this precognitive dream feel?"

Morpheus's gentle voice rang out, carrying a hint of concern.

Salafir rubbed his eyes, trying to recall that cold yet ultimately warm dream.

A smile, a mixture of fatigue and happiness, appeared on her small face:

"That's great! I helped Clark from another world!"

"Whatever makes you happy." Morpheus nodded slightly with his massive dragon head, his voice revealing little emotion: "Little one."

"yes."

Salafir nodded, about to speak.

But the pull that drew me away from the dream and back to reality grew stronger and stronger.

"Uncle Long!" He hurriedly looked up at Morpheus, "I think I'm waking up! What help do you need? Tell me quickly! Or I'm leaving!"

He still remembered the first time Morpheus had asked him for help.

"Um"

Seeing that the little guy was still thinking about helping even though he was very tired, Morpheus was silent for a moment, and finally just smiled gently.

"Tell me quickly..."

Seeing that He didn't speak, Salafil urged him anxiously.

“I’ve changed my mind, little one.” His voice became softer, as if afraid of disturbing something. “It doesn’t seem right to involve you in these old troubles…”

His original plan may have required the special power of this child of the same origin.

But after witnessing Salafir's innocence and kindness, this ancient king of dreams... hesitated.

He couldn't bear to drag such a bright and warm child into his own quagmire of confinement.

"Oh……"

Salafir nodded as if he understood, though he didn't quite understand why Morpheus suddenly refused to help, but he could sense that the other party meant him no harm.

And
The pull that drew him back to reality grew stronger, causing his body to begin to become somewhat transparent.

"There's one more thing, little one."

Even in the final moments before consciousness was about to completely detach from this dream dimension.

Morpheus's voice rang out again, tinged with apology:
"The music box that carries this dream 'passage' may be under too much strain... perhaps... it's about to break."

"If I have the chance in the future... I'll make you an even better one."

"?"

My music box!
Salafir's eyes widened suddenly, and she was about to ask another question.

But the powerful force of return completely overwhelmed him, silencing all his words. The mist and the dragon before him vanished instantly, and his consciousness plummeted as if falling from a great height!
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar room ceiling came into view.

Outside the window, the warm morning sun of Kansas shone through the gap in the curtains, forming a bright beam of light, while tiny dust particles danced in the air.

Salafir blinked groggily, the bizarre and fantastical scenes in her dream receding rapidly like the tide, leaving only some blurry fragments and a strange sense of fatigue.

He habitually rang the alarm clock, muttering:

"What time is it in the capital city?"

quickly
Deep within my consciousness, a cold, detached voice immediately responded:
"It's nine o'clock, brother."

"?!"

Nine o'clock?!
Salafir jolted awake and sat bolt upright in bed.

I grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table and took a look.
Sure enough, the clock hand pointed precisely to nine o'clock!
"Oh no! I'm going to be late for school!" He panicked and frantically tried to pull off the covers. "Why didn't Dad and my brother wake me up?!"

"."

Shen Du's voice carried a clear hint of disdain: "Then take a look outside."

Outside?

Salafir paused, then climbed to the window, puzzled.

She reached out her little hand and pulled back the curtains.

Then you will see a world covered in silver.

As far as the eye could see, everything was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The branches were bent low under the weight, the barn looked like it was wearing a huge white hat, and the distant fields had turned into a flat snowfield, shimmering brightly in the sunlight.

The world was eerily quiet, with only the occasional rustling sound of snow sliding off the branches.

Total feeling.
Does it look familiar?

"this…"

Salafir's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Alright." Shen Du's cold snort rang out at the right time, answering his question: "The blizzard started in the latter half of last night and continued until this morning."

"The school closure notice was sent to my father's phone before dawn."

"Dad came to wake you this morning, but you just kept sleeping and wouldn't wake up."

"I see." Salafir suddenly understood. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then another question popped into his head, "What about Dad? What about Brother Dio and Brother Clark?"

"My father accompanied Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Martha to the hospital for a routine check-up."

God answered succinctly:
"As for that big oaf and that arrogant guy... they each had their own things to do and went out early this morning."

Are they all not home?

Salafir's eyes lit up instantly, as if stars were twinkling within them.

"That means..." he whispered excitedly, trying to confirm, "Today... I'm all alone at home? Today is... a day of freedom!"

A profound, speechless thought echoed from the depths of his consciousness: "...If you call being forced to stay indoors doing nothing 'freedom'..."

"I'm going back to sleep, don't bother me anymore."

The voices of the capital fell silent.

He seemed to no longer want to talk to his older brother, who was overjoyed at not having to go to school.

But Salafir didn't care at all. He happily rolled around on the soft bed a couple of times and started planning how to spend this unexpected holiday.

However.
Just as he was deciding whether to go up the mountain first, or go up the mountain first, or go up the mountain first...
Shen Du's voice suddenly rang out again, carrying an indifferent tone, as if it were none of his business:

"correct."

"Your music box is 'asleep'."

"I told you not to channel so much magic last night, and look at you, you've burst it!"

When did you tell me?
wrong
"A music box?"

Salafir didn't react for a moment and subconsciously repeated the sentence.

Until he turned his head and glanced at the pillow.
The music box, which had originally shimmered with iridescent light, was now covered with fine cracks.

The flowing luster has completely disappeared.

Looking at the cracked music box beside her pillow, Salafir scratched her head, subconsciously reaching out her small hand. A soft white light emerged from her palm and casually covered it.

However.
This time, the ever-victorious white light seemed to have encountered some invisible obstacle.

The crack healed only slightly, almost imperceptibly to the naked eye, and the white light vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Ok?"

Salafir looked somewhat bewildered.

So, defiantly, he gathered an even larger ball of white light and carefully covered it.

The result remained the same.

The crack on the music box was repaired only very slowly and insignificantly before the magical white light dissipated as if it had been exhausted. It was as if repairing this item required far more energy than imagined, or that its 'damage' was not a simple breakage.

Salafir's face fell immediately. Unconvinced, he mustered more magic power, preparing to try again.

"Brother. Stop for a moment."

A curious voice suddenly rang out, stopping him from doing so.

The next moment, the figure of the golden-eyed boy appeared. He walked to the pillow, stretched out his slender fingers, and carefully touched the cracked music box.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by intense curiosity.

Merlin, that old bastard, actually hid such a treasure?
You were just fooling me before, weren't you!
While pondering a future opportunity to take revenge on Merlin, Shen Du carefully examined the figure for a moment, even closing his eyes to sense it before opening them and explaining with an unusual seriousness in his tone:
“Brother, the core of this thing… that power is very strange.”

"It's similar to our power... but also somewhat different."

"Its 'damage' is not a breakage on a 'physical' or 'magical' level, but more like a 'load' and 'fracture' on a 'rule' level."

"what?"

Salafir scratched his head, completely confused, only managing to grasp the last bit.

"Then... then does that mean it can't be fixed?"

"There's nothing we can't fix." Shen Du glanced at him speechlessly, his tone carrying an innate arrogance. "It's just that fixing it... will be a little more troublesome and time-consuming than you think."

How long?

"It's roughly like you squat here, keep your hand on it the whole time, and continuously channel magic power..." God estimated and gave an answer that made Salafir's vision go black, "...about ten hours."

"Huh?! How could this be..."

The boy let out a wail.

It's not that they lack magic power.
Their almost limitless magic means that they could deliver it for three days and three nights without rest, let alone ten hours.

But the problem is
For Salafir, who is naturally active, loves to run around, and can't sit still for a moment, asking him to keep his hand still in one place for more than ten hours is more difficult than asking him to go a day without dessert!
Even today is a rare holiday.

This is undoubtedly a death sentence for his 'Freedom Day', a fatal blow!
God shrugged indifferently, his tone tinged with schadenfreude: "That's the only way. Who told you that you can't fully understand and utilize the true power of the 'rules' we possess yet, and can only fill the gap with these clumsy, inferior rules?"

As he spoke, Shen Du tried to teleport back to his consciousness space to continue sleeping.

but
But his gaze inadvertently fell upon a strange object peeking out of Salafir's pajama pocket.

He casually reached into his pocket and pulled out the rough little toy.

His face showed an expression of extreme disgust and confusion:

"Brother, when did you develop this...hobby?"

"Killing someone in a dream?!"

"What are you thinking about!"

Salafir snatched the bone knife back, wiped it like a precious treasure, and said matter-of-factly, "This is my Christmas present! It's...it's..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

"?"

Even the gods were stunned, and Salaphire himself was also stunned.

Christmas presents? Now? Immediately, even God seemed to have heard the biggest joke, and let out a merciless laugh:

"Haha! Hahaha! I think you're really asleep, brother! Yesterday was Thanksgiving! There's still a whole month until Christmas! Did you sleepwalk to the North or South Pole to ask Santa for presents early? Hahahahahaha..."

He ignored Shen Du, who was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

Salafir simply gripped the cold, rough bone knife tightly, furrowing her brow as she tried to recall more details from her dream.

Antarctic glaciers... a warm campfire... and more...

Blonde or black hair.
Who is coming?

It seems that many memories have become nothing more than fleeting dreams.

It looks gorgeous, but it becomes blurry and indistinct when touched.

Seeing that Salafir ignored him, God also curled his lips, finding it rather boring. With a flicker, his figure turned into specks of golden light and merged back into the boy's body.

Carefully tucking the bone knife back into her pajama pocket, Salafir looked at the music box and sighed like a little adult.

But there wasn't even a moment left to mourn the music box.

Salafir seemed to have remembered something important.

He slid off the bed in a flash, bent over, and rummaged under the pillow for a while before finally pulling out a children's cell phone that looked a bit old but was well protected.

This was during the previous harvest festival.

He pleaded and begged Clark for three whole days before finally managing to buy him the secret weapon from a secondhand stall in town!

He skillfully dialed a number and held the phone to his ear.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was quickly connected, and a clear, pleasant female voice came from the other end:

"Sarafil?"

"It's me~"

Salafir immediately switched to her voice, saying cutely, "Good morning, Lana-neechan!"

"Ah, little one," Lana's voice immediately brightened with laughter, "Good morning. What made you suddenly decide to call your sister? You must be happy not to have school today, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

Salafir nodded vigorously, even though the other person couldn't see him.

"Sister Lana, do you remember... what I told you last time?"

"Last time?"

Lana, on the other end of the phone, thought for a moment, then her tone became questioning:

"Ah...you mean, you asked me if I had any old clothes I didn't want? I remember. But what do you need these clothes for?"

She simply couldn't imagine what use this adorable little kid would have for these old clothes.

"Uh…"

Salafir turned his little head a couple of times, searching for a plausible excuse.

Finally, he came up with a reason that even he himself found unreliable, and hesitated:

"Is...is this what Brother Clark wanted?"

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Lana finally spoke softly:
"Saraphir...are you sure?"

“And,” Lana added, suppressing a laugh, “if he wanted it, why didn’t he come and ask me himself? Salafir, does Clark know you’re like this…?”

"Ha ha……"

Salafir chuckled twice, her face slightly flushed.

"It's...that one."

He stammered and tried to bluff his way out.

Lana chuckled helplessly on the other end of the phone. Although she found the little guy's quirky and suspicious nature suspicious, she ultimately softened.

After all, who could resist such an adorable little guy?

"Alright alright."

Lana compromised, "Anyway, school's closed today, and it's snowing so hard outside, the roads are all blocked, and I can't go out. I'm just organizing my closet at home. Why don't you come over now and see if there's anything... uh... Clark would like?"

"Yay! Thank you, Lana! I'm coming right away!"

Salafir cheered happily and slammed down the phone.

Get it!

He carefully tucked his phone back under his pillow.

I started frantically putting on a sweater and thick pants.

until
"Brother."

A faint voice echoed from the depths of her consciousness, causing Salafir to stop what she was doing.

"I recorded your voice just now."

Shen Du suppressed a laugh.

talking
It was Clark's brother who wanted it.

It's Clark's brother.
It's Clark
A familiar voice echoed in my mind, repeating three times in a row.
This left Salafir frozen in place.

"Shen Du, when did you learn this?"

"hehe."

Shen Du gave a cold laugh.

There are still good things in Merlin's book. After searching for so long, I finally managed to find the only useful thing among all those strange magic spells.

—The spell to leave a trace and a sound.

It can record the sounds you hear anytime, anywhere, and it can also record video.

Um.
To make it easier for him to report his brother to his father.

"Shen Du, delete it right now!"

Salafir complained.

However, even the gods no longer paid him any attention.

This left the gritting-teeth boy with no choice but to deal with the matter later.

After all, he now had to deliver Thanksgiving gifts to his Native American friends.

Although it was secondhand, it was the only gift I could prepare for my five-year-old self.
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Three or four hours later.

Bundled up like a ball by Lana, Salafir trudged through the thick snow, making her way to this deep, snow-covered mountain forest.

He stopped in front of a cave entrance that was almost completely buried by snow.

Then she took a deep breath, cupped her hands to her mouth, and shouted loudly into the cave:

"Sister Kayla! Sister Kayla! Are you in there?"

The clear, childlike voice echoed through the valley, startling several crows hiding in the tree branches.

However.
The cave was quiet, with no response.

Salafil, unwilling to give up, called out several more times persistently.

Just when he thought Kayla wasn't there and was about to leave in disappointment...
A seemingly ordinary pile of snow nearby suddenly began to rustle.

The next second—

"Wow!"

The snow suddenly broke open from the inside!

A furry white figure suddenly emerged from it.

She shook her head vigorously, scattering the snowflakes all over her body, which sparkled in the sunlight.

After adjusting to the light, the white wolf lowered its head and looked at Salafir with its gentle, azure eyes, a hint of sleepiness and curiosity in its gaze, and spoke in human language:
"Saraphiel? Why did you suddenly come to play with me today? Don't you have school?"

"...School is closed today."

Salafir scratched his head and answered honestly, then looked at Kayla and the snowdrift she had just emerged from, puzzled. "Sister Kayla, what are you doing hiding in this snowdrift?"

"."

“Sarafil, do you know?” Kayla’s expression immediately turned serious. She shook off the remaining snow from her clothes, her tone filled with worry:

“The mountains have been quite unsettled lately. A group of people, driving strange vehicles and carrying a lot of equipment, have been frequently venturing into the deep mountains. They call themselves a ‘geological survey team,’ but their behavior is suspicious. They even used explosives to blast several holes in the mountainside, disrupting the tranquility of the forest.”

"Explosives?"

Salafir tilted her head and thought for a moment:

"Oh! Those people! I saw them from afar during my last school field trip! They even knocked down a lot of rocks because of their reckless blasting, and they almost hit us! But..."

His eyes suddenly lit up. "Because I was trying to avoid falling rocks, I ran to a place I'd never been before and discovered a super fun place."

"There's something really delicious in there, no, no, no."

Salafir's face darkened. Realizing he had almost been led astray, he quickly steered the conversation back on track: "I meant, Sister Kayla, what are you doing here? In this snowdrift?"

"Ha ha."

Kayla gave an awkward smile, her eyes darting around as she said:
"Well... last night... I tried some ancient moon divination to see what those people's intentions were... and the result..."

"result?"

Sarafil pressed for more information.

"As a result, while meditating... I accidentally fell asleep..."

Kayla's voice trailed off: "I woke up... to find myself buried in snow..."

Salafir: "..."

Even the mighty Kayla has her moments of confusion.

"cough"

Kayla clearly didn't want to dwell on her embarrassing moment, so she coughed lightly and changed the subject:
"So, Salafir, what important matter brings you here today?"

"Oh yes!"

Reminded by her, Salafir immediately remembered the important matter and a bright smile appeared on her face.

He dragged out a burlap sack that was a bit heavy for him from behind:

"Sister Kayla, I'm here to give you a Thanksgiving present!"

"I heard from Uncle Jonathan that Thanksgiving is very important to us, and to you Native Americans! So I came!"

As he spoke, he pulled a wool scarf with crooked stitches from the bag as if it were a treasure.

"..."

Looking at Salafell's incredibly sincere little face and that Thanksgiving gift.

Kayla's massive wolf head tilted slightly, and she exhaled a thick puff of white breath, her voice becoming somewhat subtle:
"You mean...you're going to give a gift to an Indian...on Thanksgiving?"

"yes……"

Salafir blinked her innocent, wide eyes, completely oblivious to any problem, and was instead somewhat puzzled by Kayla's reaction:

"Is that not allowed? Uncle Jonathan said that Thanksgiving is about thanking friends and sharing..."

"..."

Salafir, are you a demon from hell?

(End of this chapter)