"Well"

In the beautiful forest spring, Merlin was lying naked in the cold water. Beside him was Zatanna Zatala, who was also invisible. The magician lady who was tied up in a cocoon was panting. Obviously, these two people had just finished some very difficult "work".

This is not the first time she and Merlin have met in a dream.

But the dream story between her and Merlin will progress to the same ending every time, which is an embarrassing blind date for skin.

Worst of all, the process is beyond the control of both, and the Sand of Dreams fixes it in a weird form, like a ritual.

This is probably what parchment says, about the sequelae of using a large amount of dream sand at one time.

It was a treasure from the mysterious dream world, a treasure of the "Sander Man". Zatanna tried to cheat with the Sand of Dream to complete her agreement with the parchment, but the problem was that she obviously didn't know enough about the Sand of Dream and the Sand of Mystery.

This not only made her situation awkward, but also made Meilin involved in this difficult-to-describe event.

"Why"

Merlin rubbed his forehead and said with a headache:

"Miss Zatanna, can you explain to me what's going on? Why do I always have the same dreams during this period, and you are in every dream, and after we meet, we always involuntarily do these things like beasts in estrus! To be honest, I really don't like this."

"It's hard for me to explain clearly, Merlin."

Beside him, Zatanna, who was lying in the spring, also looked desperate. She let her hair spread out in the water. She closed her eyes and said:

"I did something even more stupid to fulfill an agreement. Before the power of Dream Sand dissipates, it is difficult for us to escape this embarrassing situation. However, as I said, just look at it a little more and just treat it as a spring dream."

"Dream Sand? What is that?"

Merlin looked at his body, then at Zatanna's, and he said:

"Also, can you let us both put on clothes? Although I admit that the scenery in front of us is pleasing to the eye, it's really embarrassing."

"You're quite shy, Mr. Merlin."

Zatanna was still in a joking mood. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The scene around her immediately changed. She and Merlin sat in a luxuriously decorated hall. The two had changed their clothes and sat on both sides of a round table.

The candlelight around us shines with warm light and the crystal candlelight above our heads, making this luxurious hall look shining.

Zatanna has been studying mystical magic for a long time. Her understanding of dreams and these strange things is obviously deeper than that of Merlin. Because of this, she is very clear about how powerful the Sand of Dreams is left on the two of them.

She has accepted her fate.

"Dream Sand is a treasure in the dream world and is kept by the Sandman. In order to fulfill the agreement, I used some less 'just' methods to "take' a handful of Dream Sand from the Sandman's sand bag and use it on you."

"Wait, Sandman?"

Merlin's fingers were pounding on the table, he said:

"If I remember correctly, in Los Angeles, there seems to be a young man who is doing justice under the name of Sandman."

"No, not him."

Zatanna corrected:

"That's just an ordinary person, not worth caring about. The Sandman I'm talking about is the Lord of Dreams, one of the seven unique creatures in the legend. Their names are unknown and their existence is difficult to understand. If you have a deep enough study of mysticism, then you can probably understand the existence of the Sandman as I do, and he is the third son of the Endless Family and the incarnation of the dreams of creatures in all realms."

"Is this big background?"

Merlin looked at Zatanna in surprise and said:

"And you stole his stuff? I was still implicated by you?"

"Don't be afraid, Merlin."

Zatanna took out a few weird things from her pocket and put them on the table to play with her. She plucked her long black hair and said to Merlin:

"Although the Sandman is very big, he is uh, how can he say that he is not a petty person."

"What happened to us may be just a little 'prank' of the Sandman, but since he punished us in this way, it means we will not be subject to more persecution."

"The price you have to pay is nothing more than coming to this dream world one night every week and me."

Zatanna shrugged, and Miss Magic said in a sad tone:

"You don't suffer anyway, it's me who suffers. This makes me feel like a call girl, and it's the kind that's free."

“I thought we were friends.”

Merlin stretched out her finger and waved her in front of Zatanna's eyes, and he said:

"Friends shouldn't do these things, and this will make our relationship complicated IMHO. My emotional life is already complicated enough."

"This is just a dream! Merlin."

Zatanna explained seriously:

"It doesn't happen in reality. In fact, every time you wake up, you will soon forget it. We are still friends in the real world, and our relationship will not become strange because of a few spring dreams."

Merlin shook his head, he did not answer immediately, and after a moment he looked at Zatanna and said:

"Is there no way to relieve this embarrassing influence? Didn't you just say that the power of Dream Sand will weaken?"

“It’s going to weaken, but that takes time.”

Zatanna's fingers flipped, and a black stone slab carved with the hound's head on the table jumped up and spun in the air. Miss Magician recited a strange spell, and a ball of light burst out in front of the two of them.

"According to the current decay rate, it may take about 7 years before we can get rid of the influence of the Sand of Dreams."

"7 years"

Merlin frowned:

"That's 364 weeks, once a week, 364 times, my god"

"Stop talking about these embarrassing things!"

Miss Magic's cheeks flushed a little, and she stopped Merlin's statement. She was a young girl after all.

She promised:

"Anyway, I will find a way, but you'd better be prepared that the influence exerted by the existence of this level of sleep is not so easy to remove. And more importantly, there is another point."

Zatanna stood up and hooked her finger at Merlin:

"Come with me."

In this Zatanna dream world, Zatanna has complete spell casting ability, but Merlin does not. Even the demonic power exerted by the Third Palace on him disappeared completely.

This state of unpreparedness made Merlin very uncomfortable, which was also an important reason why he wanted to get rid of this encounter as soon as possible.

Being used to being able to protect yourself, falling into such a bad situation will definitely make people unacceptable and difficult to adapt.

He followed Zatanna out of the shaped hall. On the balcony outside the hall, Zatanna pointed to a fog in front of her and said to Merlin:

"Dream Sands shape this dream, it is driven by the Sandman to trap us here, but I suspect it's more than a prank, look there, Merlin"

"I can't see anything."

Merlin stared at the fog in front of her. There was only fog, and there was nothing else.

"No, you can see!"

Zatanna's fingers gently brushed across Merlin's eyes, and the mist in the distance seemed to be opened. Merlin's vision passed through the mist on the edge of the dream, and he saw something deeper.

Light.

Dancing light.

Colorful, yet chaotic, the lights are arranged in a way that ordinary people can't understand, just like countless eyes among the stars, staring directly at this small dream.

"What is that?"

Merlin looked back at Zatanna. He did not think that the lights appeared naturally. The direction of the lights proved that they were eroding towards the dreams shaped by Zatanna. They were driven forward by some forces.

"I don't know either."

Miss Magician stood on the balcony, and the dream wind blew her long hair and the corner of her clothes. She said to Merlin:

"But I suspect that it is something else in the dream world. I have read from the classics left by my father. The dream world is not static. The Sandman is the master of this place, but the Sandman will also have nightmares born in his nightmares. It is a force that is opposite to gentleness, a nightmare or a dream called fear."

“No one can be sure if it exists, but if it does exist.”

Zatanna pointed to the fog in front of her and said:

"Then it obviously has noticed us, and we noticed this little dream shaped by the Sand of Dreams. I said I made a mistake, Merlin, I not only refer to the entanglement between us, but also this."

"If a nightmare erodes us, we will become its 'springboard' to enter the present world. It may pull a city into a nightmare, or worse, once the Sandman's nightmare escapes from the dream world, it will lose control and feed on fear. It will grow rapidly, just like those ancient spirits."

Miss Magician said softly:

"You have also felt the power of those spirits, the chaotic lives under the sea of ​​light, they will swallow everything, not because they hate everything, but because they want to do that."

Merlin didn't answer, he supported his hands on the balcony, and looked at the fog in front of him, and said:

"So you really caused us a big trouble. How long will it take?"

"The power of Dream Sand is maintaining this dream. It can also resist the invasion of those nightmares, but as its power weakens, the infiltration of those nightmares will become more intense until the Sand of Dreams completely loses its power, and at the moment of our liberation, those nightmares will also surge over and submerge us."

Zatanna pursed her lips and said:

"It's the same time as before, 7 years to be honest, I think I can steal Dream Sand from the Sandman. Maybe it's not because I'm lucky, but because Sandman needs two unlucky guys to help him solve the problem."

"Have you never looked for him?"

Merlin asked:

"That Sandman, he dominates the dream world, can't he turn a blind eye to all this, right?"

"I've gone to search for it, but the Sandman has disappeared."

Zatanna said:

"And nightmare is part of the Sandman's power, how should he fight against himself?"

"Okay, I have one last question."

Merlin turned around and looked at Zatanna seriously, he said:

"Why you? And why me?"

"This question makes me think about it."

Zatanna reached out and grabbed her hair. This action appeared on the always quirky lady of the magician. She blinked at Merlin and said:

"I was trying to find a way to steal the Sand of Dreams from the Sandman almost half a year ago. It was normal for him to notice that I was. After all, there were not many spell casters who studied mysticism in this world and had high talent. But I don't know why he trapped you here, maybe there are some things in you that are attracting him, and it is very important to solve the nightmare problem of Sandman."

“Is there any?”

Merlin looked at himself and said:

"In addition to having the magic power of the Three Palace Demons, I know super-level magic, have connections with the God of Abyss, and have a contract with the Orochi, I think I am just an ordinary person."

"What an ordinary person."

Zatanna complained expressionlessly, then she raised her head and looked at the sky, and she said to Merlin:

"We should wake up from the dream and continue talking next week."

The dream began to shatter.

Merlin looked at the scenes around him that became illusory, and he said to Zatanna:

"Next time you'd better turn into a bed and always be in the spring water, it feels weird."

"Shut up!"

Zatanna screamed red on her cheeks, and she smashed the thing in her hand towards Meilin, hitting Meilin's head.

"Merlin, you are a vulgar bastard with a white and dirty mind!"

"Bang"

Meilin rolled around the sofa, then lay on the ground in a mess. He woke up and rubbed his forehead, then looked around. He was still at Mei's house and the children had not come back yet.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Well, it has been less than 10 minutes since I fell asleep.

"Merlin, what were you doing just now?"

Icarus asked curiously:

"After you fell asleep, I detected an abnormal increase in hormones in your body. I don't know much about human dreams, but based on the information I saw, you should have a less serious dream? Speaking of which, you have dreamed a lot recently."

"Ah, I know."

Merlin stood up rubbing her forehead and said to Icarus:

"That's a stubborn disease in magic, you don't understand."
Chapter completed!