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Klein was alarmed. He instinctively turned his body to the side without exposing his back to Leomaster, who was trembling in horror in the storage room.
He couldn’t be certain that the prisoner wearing a short linen robe wasn’t problematic!
At this moment, the deep redness in the black-armored knight who had the same face as Leomaster brightened drastically. He raised up the gloomy broadsword in his hands.
With a step forward, he cleaved forward at a speed that Klein couldn’t capture with his naked eyes.
At the same time, Klein, who was standing to the side of him, subconsciously raised the Sea God Scepter and made the blue gems at its tip light up simultaneously.
A corporeal hurricane appeared out of thin air as it swirled around Klein, protecting him within the eye of the hurricane.
Under the black broadsword, the hurricane produced an explosive boom and was reduced to a surging wave that flooded the entire region. It lifted up all the junk into the air.
The intense collision clearly shook the dream as Klein felt his mind go adrift. He couldn’t help but roll twice.
He fell from his bed to the floor, the fall causing him to open his eyes.
At that moment, the midday sunlight wasn’t beaming in from the windows!
His awakening was due to the intense struggle in the dream, not due to a natural occurrence!
That also meant that he needed to sleep immediately; otherwise, he might very well disappear in the dark night, never to be found again!
With that thought flashing in his mind, Klein pushed his right hand to the ground, flipping his body up as he flew towards his bed and laid himself down.
Then, he imagined the stacked spherical lights and quickly entered his dream.
During this process, Klein swept his gaze to the window and vaguely saw the dark night outside. It was quiet and serene without any sense of sinisterness.
Meanwhile, he vaguely felt that there was a fog encompassing the surface of the sea relatively far away. Amidst the fog, there was a cathedral composed of rather ancient architecture. It was completely black in color. There wasn’t a bell tower, and at the top of it were pitch-black ravens spiraling around it as though they were consecrating or lamenting over something.
Following that, he forcefully made himself concentrate. He retrieved the Sea God Scepter from the “spirit world’s unique zone!”
He remembered that he was in an intense battle with the Saint of Darkness just before he left the dream!
The slightly dim golden light shone into Klein’s eyes as everything immediately turned bright.
What he could see was no longer the tall knight dressed in black full-bodied armor, nor was it Leomaster, who was dressed in a short linen robe. Instead, he was facing a floor-to-ceiling window that faced the setting sun.
The window was very clean and revealed an indescribable sense of purity under the sun’s illumination.
By the side of the window were tables with their original wooden colors and black high-back chairs. Further away were rows of bookshelves with all kinds of books placed on them.
He held the Sea God Scepter and first came to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the environment outside.
The first thing that he saw was the opulent buildings that covered the opposite mountain peak. The huge palaces, magnificent steeples, and the towering city walls that all appeared frozen in the sunset. It was a visual spectacle.
Even though it wasn’t his first time seeing it, Klein still held his breath, quietly admiring this miraculous scenery for a few seconds.
He then moved his gaze away towards the cliff. He saw the high walls of the black cloister and the withered trees beside the boulders. But as they were blocked, it was impossible to confirm whether Cattleya remained in her original spot.
He temporarily didn’t have the time to consider what happened between the Saint of Darkness and Leomaster in his previous dream. This was because he needed to determine his current situation.
When he arrived by the bookshelves, Klein discovered that the books placed on them had their own names. They weren’t blurry and indistinct like ordinary dreams.
He quickly flipped through it and realized that he knew most of the content, but there was a small portion which he had never come into contact with.
While he was engrossed in this, the light suddenly bloomed as blinding whiteness blanketed his vision.
Klein naturally opened his eyes and felt warmth from the sunlight that shone inwards.
He straightened his hair, wore his cap, and went to the deck. As he observed his surroundings, he recalled the dream.
Upon recalling this, Klein began to find examples from his past experiences to confirm his through processes by comparison.
This was called relying on experience.
Soon, he thought of something. He had once borrowed the Mental Terror Candle in Backlund and helped Father Utravsky eliminate the “past him.” A character that was dissociated from his original self!
“Where did you go in the dream? I didn’t actually find you,” the Strongest Hunter asked as though they were best buds.
Klein secretly frowned as he asked, “Why should I be seen by you?”
Anderson was taken aback.
“Shouldn’t you return to the spot where you left the dream upon returning there again?”
He said with some deliberation, “I went elsewhere after entering the dream.”
“Strange…” Anderson frowned as though he was very puzzled.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he thought before speaking again, “There’s another strange incident.”
“What?” Klein asked cooperatively.
Anderson surveyed his surroundings.
“Back when I was pretending to make a canoe in the hall last time, I heard the sounds of a door opening and of footsteps that came out from deep inside. But when I looked up, I found nothing.
“I originally thought that it was someone from the ship, but later it didn’t seem like the case.”
