He felt like he was falling into a cloud, and the blurred light seemed to be spreading inward from the corner of his eye along some unknown vein, just like the sfumato technique he learned when he was studying watercolor painting.
Subconsciously, he thought this was some kind of revelation, just like a shell on the shoal, a small echo caused by the endless waves of the sea of souls. The light and shadow gradually formed a vague figure, and he knew who it was without thinking too much.
The back figure - that was his wife. The long-forgotten past crashed into his dream like a roaring locomotive spitting out soot. He felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had returned to a very bad place.
At that moment, panic, tension, grief and anger all came together.
But he couldn't remember.
No, he knew that he had blocked this memory himself to fight against the fall. He calmed down again, and then his dream seemed to switch to another channel. He watched the huge waves high on the mountain peaks set off in front of his eyes, and the sun was blown away.
The clouds cover the sky, and the thunder that resounds throughout the world replaces the light of the stars and illuminates the sky. A black longship, as if made of black scales, slowly squeezes out from under the horizon. The violent wind roaring from the mouth of the giant gray wolf screams that death is coming.
, the pitch-black sun jumped out from behind the longship, radiating cold, dead light toward the entire world. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, only to realize that he was stepping on a corpse covered with scars. Another one, and another.
There is death everywhere you look, and the sea water is dyed thick red with blood.
Traitor! Someone shouted in the void, and that person's anger even triggered a new round of huge waves.
Casilios opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling of the bedroom, and breathed a long sigh of relief again.
He stretched out a hand from under the quilt to turn on the warm bedside table lamp, and then immediately retracted it. The winter in Northern Europe was quite difficult. Even if he paid for floor heating and heating, the small airflow leaking from the window gap was enough.
His fingers were frozen. Casilios reluctantly sat up from the bed. The cold air hit him instantly like an aerial bomb exploding on his spine, which made him sober. He whispered a spell and commanded
Drinking glass and thermos.
Then he put on his glasses, picked up a notebook bound in black leather and a pen and carefully recorded the dream. As a spell caster, he had not dreamed for a long time, unless there was a particularly powerful external force.
Maybe he was allowed to dream to protect his own mind. This was the reason why the caster had been in a state of tension for a long time. The previous dream was blurry, but in the latter dream he clearly remembered the omens he saw. Thunder, waves, giant wolves,
Mountain peaks and the cold sun, he thought it was because of his long-term mission that he had such a dream.
His long-term mission is to monitor the movements of the Aesir royal family, but it has to be said that if you throw away the title of the father of the gods, Odin is actually quite likeable - Odin once held events in his cabin
A small banquet was held, with the only participant being Casilios. There was a warm stove, thick mead, and steaks grilled until they were tender. Two dogs grunted under the long wooden table while gnawing on the food thrown by their owner.
The bones underneath. Odin waved his greasy hands and boasted about his hunting experience in his youth and his heroic appearance in defeating the enemy on the battlefield. The smoke of the slowly burning wood mixed with the aroma of the mushroom soup, which was not human.
One sip of the strong honey wine that the stomach can bear will wake you up.
Maybe he dreamed of Ragnarok? The threads of fate of the three Norn goddesses entangled him?
Casilios fell into thinking after recording a few key elements. However, he did not delay for too long. Instead, he put down his notebook, took the hot water brought by the invisible servant and drank slowly. He took a deep breath,
He opened the quilt and jumped out of bed. The cold air made him wake up completely. He walked into the bathroom and looked at the man with gray-white beard and short hair in the mirror. The dazzling white light above his head illuminated his deep eyes.
Shadow, when he lowered his head, thousands of faces similar to his appeared in the mirror, each one roaring at him. Cassilios did not notice this, and those dreams disturbed him.
He turned on the faucet and started washing. When he raised his head again, the fragments in the mirror had completely disappeared.
Salomon, whom he had grown up with, was coming to visit today, and he had to prepare in advance.
"I heard about what happened in London. It's not your fault." Casilios poured a glass of vodka that had been chilled outdoors for Salomon, who was sitting opposite. A thin layer of ice condensed on the surface of the wine. Salomon
Meng shook his head, and after clinking glasses with Cassilios, he drank the almost full clear spirit served in a whiskey glass without blinking an eyebrow. The mystic's drinking capacity is not beyond the reach of ordinary people. This is due to the fact that he has been drinking all year round.
Although the body is strengthened by magic and honed by close combat training, although it is not as powerful as in the comics, unless it is cursed, it is generally difficult for the mystic to suffer from diseases - of course, just relying on a healthy body
The body cannot resist the erosion of alcohol, but mystics still have some tricks. For example, the [All Souls Secret Medicine] made by Salomon can resist alcohol. However, Salomon does not need to take [All Souls Secret Medicine] like in the past.
medicine], as he grows older, the feedback from the stigmata and the genome created by the Earth Mother have already given his internal organs abilities beyond ordinary people, and the most complex and beautiful programs in the world are running in his body.
"I never said it was my fault, but I still underestimated the ability of mortal civil servants. This is a mistake and cannot be changed." Casilios poured the two of them a second glass of wine unhurriedly.
Salomon smacked his lips and tasted the feeling that the first glass of strong wine brought to him. The young mystic had already changed his clothes. He took off his power armor and put on his suit again, except that he replaced his vest with a long black vest.
He wore a sweater with long sleeves and a woolen coat on top. Even when he came to visit, a belt with copper buckles still hung around his waist, and his long and short swords stayed quietly in their sheaths. Under the cover of the coat, there were only
Revealing a little bit of shape. "You should have heard recently that I gave up competing for the title of Supreme Mage." He said, "Kama Taj has not been peaceful recently."
"I've known about this for a long time. The Supreme Mage is just a title. The power of the real Supreme Mage still belongs to you. The Supreme Master's unscrupulous preference for you is obvious to everyone." Casilio
Si said, "If someone can't see it, it means that this person can no longer afford to stay at Kamal Taj. It's not that no one has written to me to plead for mercy, but everyone knows that His Holiness's will cannot be changed. But I still
I don’t understand, if you give up competing for the title of Supreme Mage, who will inherit this title, and what will the Supreme Trinity do?”
"Time has no meaning in the sea of souls. The so-called prophecy is actually a possibility of the future. For the Supreme Trinity, there is no difference between the past and the future."
Casilios nodded and made a zipper gesture with his mouth.
"Let's not talk about it anymore." He put down the wine glass and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "I grilled the pork chops, which I learned from my neighbor. It's a traditional Norwegian Christmas dish that goes well with wine."
"Neighbor?" Salomon recalled a young blond woman he met next door. He greeted her very politely. "Is she an alien or a mortal?"