Karen opened his eyes. He was still sitting on the steps and found that there were many people standing around him.

He is extremely tired now, but yet extremely energetic.

My body is tired and has reached the critical point of overdraft again. It is only a little better than the last time I went to chat with Count Recar.

Spirituality is the goal. People are afraid of the night because it blocks the direction. Once a bright light really appears in front of you, the darkness that was still arrogant before will immediately become a boring foil.

"Sorry, I just took a nap."

Karen stood up slowly, and Alfred reached out to support Karen.

At this time, Eunice came over on her own initiative;

Alfred hesitated for a moment, stepped back slightly, and let Eunice take over to support the young master.

"Send me back to the bedroom." Karen said to Eunice.

"Um."

With Eunice's help, Karen returned to the bedroom. He first sat down by the bed. Eunice helped him make the bed, then hugged him and let him lie down.

"I'm not that weak." Karen smiled.

"You've been having health problems lately, so you should pay more attention to rest." Eunice said.

"Well, okay."

Karen lay down and Eunice covered him with the quilt.

"By the way, Eunice."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you help me borrow a set of painting tools from your father?"

"Of course you can, but you can't draw now, at least not until you get some rest."

"Of course, I plan to draw it after I wake up. I just had a dream and I want to draw it right after I take a rest. You know, maybe if it goes on for a long time, you won't remember what it looked like in the dream."

"I understand. Before you wake up, I will prepare the painting tools for you. Which paint do you need? Dad has various styles of paint."

"There is no need for paint. I can mix it myself. Oh, by the way, there is a box in the cupboard over there with three paints in it. You can get one for me and give it to your father."

"Father doesn't need it."

"Oh, your father asked me for this."

"Really?" Eunice walked to the cupboard and opened it. As expected, there was a box inside. There were three sets of paints in the box. The workmanship looked extremely exquisite. "Shall I take one?"

"Yes."

"I thank you on behalf of my father."

"Don't be so polite."

"Then you have a good rest."

"OK."

Eunice took the paint and walked out of the bedroom.

A few moments,

Pu'er rode a golden retriever to the bedroom, and Pu'er jumped directly onto the bed.

"Karen, you just..."

Karen, who had just laid down, turned his face and looked at Pu'er.

He was about to ask Karen if Pu'er had just achieved divine enlightenment. After being caught by Karen's gaze, he somehow stopped talking immediately.

Pu'er retreated silently, then jumped off the bed;

The golden retriever also looked at Karen curiously, but that didn't stop it from slowly moving closer to the bedroom door along with Pu'er's rhythm.

This is not fear or majesty, but an inexplicable meaning. His eyes tell you that he doesn't really want to talk now, and then you consciously don't disturb him at this time.

After walking out of the bedroom,

Pu'er's eyes widened, and he looked back with some confusion at the door that had been closed by Alfred.

"What's that look?" Pu'er asked.

Golden Retriever shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"So, what kind of divine revelation did the God of Order give him?" Pu'er asked again.

The golden retriever shook his head again.

"Then, wait until he rests."

The golden retriever nodded vigorously.

Pu'er raised his head and looked at Alfred, and found that Alfred was putting his hands on his chest, making an intoxicated gesture.

"Radio Fairy, what are you doing?"

Alfred, with his eyes closed, replied:

"Didn't you notice that the young master's eyes just now were full of clarity and depth?

The great being has made his way clear;

he will become strong,

He will become great,

He will move forward firmly,

great chapter,

It will set sail at this time.”

The golden retriever stared at Alfred who was immersed in self-movement with wide eyes;

Pu'er smiled and said:

"Did your antenna get damaged by lightning?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Alfred's lips;

"What's the matter with your smile?" Pu'er asked.

"Woof!"

Alfred waved his hand, pulled a chair next to him, and sat down. He wanted to continue to guard the resting young master here.

"In your eyes, the young master is another young Dis;

But in my eyes, the young master has always been a truly great being.

In terms of loyalty and belief in the young master, you are all inferior to me."

After saying that, Alfred closed his eyes;

I added silently in my heart: Stupid mortals.

Um?

No, it should be:

Stupid beast.

…

Karen, who was lying on the bed, did not fall asleep directly, but kept her eyes open.

He really wanted to draw the scene in his dream,

at this time,

The limitations of the camera are revealed. It can capture scenes in reality, but it cannot capture your dreams.

That’s why Karen asked Eunice to give a copy of the paint Linda gave him to Mr. Bede;

He knew that Mr. Bede and Linda must be related. If nothing else happened, when he woke up, Mr. Bede would come to him immediately, and then he would ask him to help him translate the scene in his dream.

Draw it.

It is just a picture and will not involve anything else. Karen also believes that Mr. Bede has the ability to help him present it perfectly.

so,

Do you want to sleep now?

No, I still want to wait;

Karen sat up, picked up the notebook placed under the pillow, and took out the pen clipped on the cover.

Open the latest blank page,

Before writing, he paused.

Because he knew exactly what he was going to write down.
To be continued...