Chapter 14 Choosing “ingredients” (please ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Chapter 901 Choosing “ingredients” (please ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Ludwig, who was wearing children's formal clothes, looked at the "altar" that had just been cleaned up, licked his mouth regretfully and said:
"If you catch the bird with a human head just now and stew it with the fat duck, you can gain the ability to control your fearful emotions in dreams, and you may wake up relying on fear...
"in addition……"
The seven or eight-year-old boy raised his fingers and counted one by one:
"The gray beast of Dabila can be cooked using the roasting method and will not be lost in most dreams for seven days...
"The black dream tapir is a spiritual creature that feeds on emotions such as joy, happiness, joy, and desire in human dreams. Using its remaining dust to make wine can prevent those who drink it from being deceived by the beauty of the dream and sinking.
Inside, I don't want to wake up. At the same time, every time I drink that kind of wine, I can clearly distinguish which part is reality and which part is dream in the next ten days...
"The King of Nightmares, an angel-level creature, rules the Four Snakes planet in the Y galaxy. If you eat its bile directly, you can permanently acquire the trait of dream lucidity...
"..."
The more Ludwig talked, the more hungry he became, and he couldn't help but ask his godfather, who had turned into a woman, for some sandwich biscuits to fill his stomach.
After he finished talking about the ingredients that he could recall so far, Anthony said thoughtfully:
"Perhaps, I have encountered a black dream tapir."
Seeing Lumian looking at him, Anthony considered and said:
"I met a patient in a psychological clinic some time ago. He had nightmares for three weeks in a row. He was mentally depressed, emotionally numb, and very pessimistic.
“I have given him formal psychological treatment, and I have also tried to use ‘hypnosis’ and other extraordinary abilities to solve the problem, but it can only stop him from having nightmares for two or three days, and then he will return to his original state.
"I couldn't figure out why it failed before, but now I suspect that he was targeted by the Black Dream Tapir."
"Psychological clinic?" Lumian asked casually while nodding.
Anthony explained simply:
"If you want to join the Psychological Alchemy Society, you need to fully integrate into the circle of psychologists. I have now officially become a practicing physician in a psychological clinic."
Lumian said "hmm" and said thoughtfully:
"The higher the sequence, the less likely it is for new entrants to be trusted by those secretive organizations. Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 are fine. In the category of wild Extraordinary people, ordinary people have a chance to achieve it. Sequence 6 is barely possible, and Sequence 5 involves rituals.
Very few pure wild Beyonders can reach this level. Aren't you worried that becoming a 'Dream Walker' now will affect your subsequent joining of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'?"
Anthony smiled peacefully and said:
"My 'Dream Walker' potion formula and corresponding materials were purchased batch by batch from a member of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society'. The main thing Ms. Justice provided was a financial reward."
"Is that so..." Lumian asked Ludwig instead, "What is the approximate level of the Black Dream Tapir's strength?"
"The strong one has a weak divinity, and the weak one is equivalent to Sequence 7." Ludwig said expectantly.
"We can't go to the spiritual world to find the human-headed harpy or the black dream tapir, unless we ask Ms. Magician or the 'Holy Spirit Angel' who is in charge of the spiritual world on behalf of Mr. Fool to help." Lumian said to Anthony,
"Is there any way you can let me enter the patient's dream? I want to make sure if it is the black dream tapir and if there is a chance to catch it."
"I bought two dream charms from the 'Psychological Alchemy Society', and Ms. Justice also gave me one." Anthony answered truthfully.
Lumian laughed, pulled up his cloak and covered his face:
"Then we will 'visit' the patient tonight."
Anthony suppressed the disappointment caused by having his beautiful face blocked, nodded, and followed Lumian, who was holding Ludwig, towards the ground.
After walking a few dozen meters, Ludwig glanced sideways at Lumian and said:
"Mother……"
He simply felt that since the godfather had become a woman, he should change his name.
Mother... Lumian's heart skipped a beat and his voice became stern:
"You should still call me godfather."
"Yes, Godfather." Ludwig said calmly, "I've had some bad premonitions lately."
"Bad premonition?" Lumian asked as if he was thinking, "Is it about you or all of us?"
Ludwig was quite honest:
"My own."
Lumian nodded lightly and laughed:
“I probably know what it is, it’s not a big problem, I’ll just be patient and it will pass.
"At that time, you will have the opportunity to accumulate contributions and exchange them for different parts of the body of the demigod gifter."
Ludwig's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had forgotten that his premonition was that he was going in a bad direction:
"Okay, Godfather!"
…………
Opera District, Black Hat Street, in an apartment with the curtains drawn.
Niseya, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, stood in front of the full-length mirror and stared at herself reflected:
Her face is white, tender and clean, her brown hair is naturally slightly curly and hangs down naturally, her brown eyes are deep and clear, her lips are bright red and moist, slightly opened, revealing two rows of white teeth, her figure is curvy, and she is not tall.
Short, just right...
What a charming girl this is.
Niseya looked at herself infatuatedly, her right hand fell on her red lips, and then slowly moved down, heading towards the high point.
She did not expect that the extraordinary power promised by the "witch" would be obtained in this way. When she was immersed in and proud of the various abilities brought by the "assassin" potion and committed many crimes, the outcome was already doomed.
She was forced to drink the "witch" potion and became a woman, which was strongly separated and hostile to her masculine perception of the past twenty years.
Now she seems to be split into two people, one is angry, painful, and wants to take revenge on those "witches" and the world, while the other is conquered and falls in love with her charming beauty, flawless figure, and happiness that is different from the past.
Now that I know myself, I even want to drink a higher-order magic potion to make myself more perfect and more attractive.
Suddenly, Nissaya followed her spiritual intuition, put her hands down from her chest, turned around suddenly, and looked at a chair with a backrest near the window.
I don't know when there was an extra person there.
The man placed his arms on the armrests on both sides and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair. His long flaxen hair was tied into a ponytail, and his brown eyebrows flying into the temples not only brought a heroic beauty, but also seemed to be able to penetrate.
The souls of all those who witnessed it, and those seemingly clear and clear lake-colored eyes with deep bottoms, seemed to hide many emotions and thoughts, which made people want to explore with all their enthusiasm.
These, coupled with the tall and delicate nose, moist and red lips, the smooth and slender neck and the figure that made the lace flower shirt bulge, made Nisaya suddenly have the urge to surrender and kiss the back of the other person's hand.
"So beautiful... She is as beautiful as the several 'witches' I have seen before but has a different temperament. The temperament and appearance details are more attractive to me..." Nissaya looked at the beauty in front of her greedily, without even questioning her.
No one took any action to prepare for the attack.
Is this the newly promoted "Witch"... Franka, who was sitting in the armchair, secretly shook her head.
She had sneaked into the room since Niseia was admiring the image in the mirror, but Niseia was so absorbed in her own beauty that she didn't notice it at all, and even wanted to perform an extreme drama.
At first, after Franca drank the "witch" potion, she was amazed by her beauty. She felt that this was the anima in her heart, the woman she dreamed of. Fortunately, she had a very cheerful personality and was a time traveler herself.
, and has already changed her body once, so she will not reject the current female body and regard her as another person, so she is just a bit narcissistic and will not really fall in love with her female self. (Note 1)
After getting busy with the tasks of the Tarot Club and getting to know Jenna and Lumian, Franka's problems in this area became less and less serious. But, how could she not appreciate her beauty?
Although she was sitting and Niseia was standing, Franka looked down and smiled:
"I don't know if the 'Black Witch' has told you that you will be my subordinate for a long time."
"Ms. Clarisse mentioned that you are Ms. Franca, right?" Nissaya's eyes were still wandering around Franca's body, and she had the urge to tear off her clothes and ask for pleasure, but she saw
Looking at his chest, he felt sad again.
I no longer have that ability...
"Your vigilance is not high enough. If I were the enemy, you would have died several times." Franka's red lips slightly opened and she said, "'Mirror double' is very important, but we cannot completely rely on 'mirror double'.
'."
Niseya was shocked at first, and then broke into a cold sweat:
"Yes, Ms. Franca."
Franka showed a slight smile, causing Niseia's eyes to light up:
"Give me the information on the core members of the Emperor's Party."
Niseya nodded subconsciously:
"OK."
She quickly walked to the safe in the room.
…………
Borough, Lever Street.
Kewell, wearing cotton pajamas and pajama pants, sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of red wine, unwilling to lie down to sleep for a long time.
He knew that would be the beginning of another long torture and never-ending pain.
In the end, he couldn't resist the fatigue and sleepiness. After drinking the glass of red wine, he fell into a deep sleep.
In the hazy dream, Kewell was so frightened that he was running almost to the point of collapse, with a huge monster chasing him behind him.
There was a cliff ahead, and he fell straight down before he could stop.
If it was a normal dream, Kewell would definitely wake up due to free fall at this moment or switch scenes directly, but he didn't do it now. He fell to the ground with a bang and watched his body being torn apart in indescribable pain.
All.
He screamed sharply.
At this moment, a bear-like shadow walked out of the darkness and licked the brains that Kewell had thrown out. This made Kewell stunned for a moment, feeling even more painful and frightened.
Suddenly, he saw a red moon rising in the sky, and a slightly slender figure descending from the sky with a huge iron-black straight sword.
The figure's hood was turned up, and the long black hair was reflected in the crimson moon like a dream, as if it had been pierced directly into the moon.
Note 1: A Jungian psychological term that represents the female image in a man’s subconscious. Every man’s anima is different, and it is the one they subconsciously like and yearn for the most.