The platform was more crowded than usual, mostly citizens who had heard the news about the "sleep sickness" and hurriedly fled.
Compared with the bustling crowd, there were very few people getting off the bus.
Among these sparse crowds, a group of people stood out.
They were both men and women, clustered around a tall, thirty-year-old woman with eye shadow and various metal decorations on her clothes, who looked very mechanical and avant-garde.
As they walked out of the station, a gentleman who had been waiting for them walked over and took off his hat and saluted: "Is this Ms. Guardian? I have prepared a house for you. Please come with me."
The group of people got on the carriage and stopped in front of a large villa in the city.
When they walked into the villa and closed the door, the gentleman's expression changed and he saluted "Ms. Garter" again. His expression was extremely pious, as if he had met a fanatical believer of a god: "Your Excellency, the Great Lamp Holder, welcome.
You come to this city! I am the local garrison of the school—Stephen!"
"Pursuing the secret of the setting sun is the highest purpose of our school. According to divination, there will be key clues here."
Jiade, the 'Lamp Holder' of the Sunset School, said in a mechanical tone: "I need all the latest information about the Port of Chatorn, especially about the 'nightmare'."
The Sunset School mainly focuses on the pure ‘Yao’ path, so of course there is no shortage of diviners!
"certainly……"
As a local intelligence officer, Stephen just closed his eyes and recalled it, and then recounted the situation one by one.
Ms. Guardian, who was sitting on the sofa and sipping coffee, gradually became solemn: "It's not Maleficent... but the 'Law' that keeps spreading. This city has become very dangerous."
"In pursuit of glory, we are willing to sacrifice everything."
Other members of the Sunset School headed by Stephen bowed one after another with pious expressions.
"You don't have to be too nervous. I came here this time and brought with me an 'angel-level' artifact from the school. I will use its 'Law' to give you blessings... Only the power of 'Law'
, to be able to fight against other 'laws'!"
Ms. Guardian put down her coffee cup, as if she was lost in thought: "Could the secret of the sunset be related to this sudden appearance of the 'Law' of sleep?"
…
Inside the apartment.
"Fear... is spreading."
Liliate looked at the street, where she saw a man who suddenly fell down and fell asleep while walking, with an expression on his face full of fear.
During this period of time, Maleficent's Curse has been spreading rapidly in Shadorn as if it were contagious.
The market is depressed, a large number of stores are closed, and prices are soaring...
There are even rumors that the Kingdom of Inves has mobilized its garrison and is preparing to blockade the entire Shadorn.
This forced many locals to give up everything and flee to other places or even colonies!
"Relax...the kingdom will definitely be able to handle pollution that is not even at the 'unknown' level. Maybe it has experience."
Aaron comforted him, suddenly felt something, and took out the invitation letter he had obtained before.
He turned to Lilia and said: "I will take the initiative to enter that nightmare later... You don't need to worry about me, but be careful not to disturb me by entering the house, otherwise you will most likely get into trouble with that 'Nightmare Law'.
Although for my lord, this pollution can be solved with only one gift, we should not trouble my lord."
"Praise the spirit of vanity!" Liliat recited softly, watched Aaron walk into her bedroom, and closed the door.
Lying down on the comfortable big bed, Aaron took out the dark business card-style invitation.
'Shipwreck Auction House?'
A trace of his spirituality overflowed and spread to the dark card in his hand.
Suddenly, a vortex seemed to emerge from the card, opening a special door.
‘Can’t let the body enter, can it only be in the dream? Interesting!’
Aaron muttered, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into sleep.
The next moment, cracks appeared on the card in his hand, as if it was about to break apart due to being unable to bear it anymore.
"It's really troublesome..."
In the state of 'False Spirit', Aaron had to put on the skin of 'Oclair' again, and was suddenly a little surprised: "Huh? The personality of 'False Spirit' almost destroyed the door on the card... Could it be...
...After opening the fourth element, did I finally begin to have some control over the identity of the 'False Spirit'? My guess was indeed correct!"
As for the fact that he has never been able to fully control the 'spirit of falsehood', he attributed the reason to the huge gap between the physical and spiritual bodies.
Now it seems that this is another evidence!
'When I become the 'Immortal', maybe I will be able to fully control the 'False Spirit' and make it take the initiative to appear in the world?'
Aaron manipulated 'Oclair' and rubbed it on his face.
The more prominent features such as purple eyes have all disappeared, and the gorgeous aristocratic dress on his body has become the three suits of a modern gentleman.
After all, 'Oclair' made a big splash in the 'Podium Massacre' and has already registered with major secret societies and kingdoms, so she still can't make it too public.
In fact, Aaron was planning to wait until Liliat was promoted to the fourth element, and then take the initiative to eliminate this tool spirit so that it could gain eternal peace.
Well, when the time comes, with the help of the 'False Spirit', it is not necessarily necessary to completely destroy the cursed object of the 'Green Forest Ring'. You can completely try to separate the characteristics directly.
After restraining the personality of the 'False Spirit' and taking the initiative to put on a layer of clothing to cover it up, the cracks on the card no longer expanded, and the 'Evil Spirit' directly sensed a connection similar to a beacon in the spiritual world.
With the help of this connection, Auclair's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.
…
Under the gray sky, there are various buildings in Chateaune.
Not far away, you can see a dark sea, and the surrounding high-rise buildings are slightly dilapidated, but they still stand.
There are only a few people wandering the streets, like zombies.
A carriage stopped in front of Aaron: "Good sir, do you need a carriage?"
Next to the coachman, the doll-like little girl Raya smiled at Aaron.
'This is... the dreamland of the entire city!'
Aaron's eyes were slightly dark, looking at the coachman and his daughter, feeling silent in his heart.
Being able to see them here means that in reality, they have been infected with the "Nightmare Law" and are sleeping.
'By constantly drawing in real people, will it become more realistic?'
Aaron got on the carriage and said in a calm voice: "Go to the 'Shipwreck' Auction House!"
"Okay!" The carriage driver seemed to know the name very well and started driving the carriage without any hesitation.
At the same time, different figures appeared in several other corners of the city.
"Is this the legendary 'shipwreck'?"
A military special agent murmured: "According to the information provided by the Investigation Bureau, it will rise from the deep sea every once in a while, and many ancient secrets are buried in it..."
