After Li Yue woke up from this body, he dreamed less. He thought it was just that he was too tired every time he went to sleep, and his brain completely lost its ability to function.
But apparently not.
It was only when Li Yue saw a succubus-like woman in a dream that he determined it was a dream.
This woman was very enthusiastic at first, but soon lost interest in Li Yue, muttering "the fifth library", pulled him to a tavern and left.
There are many bare brains in the tavern, pouring wine into the brain grooves.
Li Yue also became one of them. He didn't know if taking a bath with wine would make him drunk.
These should all be brain spirits - inexplicably, after Li Yue learned that this was a dream, he still had room to think.
"How many books have you translated today?" asked a brain spirit.
"Who's going to translate the book? There's going to be a war!" replied the other mind.
"Where is our master? Doesn't he give us a job?" the first brain spirit asked again.
At this moment, all the brains in the tavern pointed the largest sulcus that distinguishes the left and right brains at Li Yue, making Li Yue feel a little uncomfortable.
"The master has hidden himself... the library must have been returned to the high altar..." the brain spirits chanted together with their brains shaking.
It was also at this time that Li Yue discovered that no one in the room had the brains to speak, and everyone was just passing on their thoughts.
"If it weren't for Lord Noleymore, we would all have to wear armor and go into battle." Another brain spirit complained.
"You have to be lucky that you are Brain Spirit and not Minnie Minnie, otherwise you would be like them, running to the furnace to build equipment for the skeletons..."
"You don't want to join the war, I don't want to join the war, but the Four Knights really want to go to the battlefield!" Another new brain spirit who joined the drinking party used his mind to control the wine and pointed at the four brain spirits on a table in the distance.
The four brain souls held different things in their brain grooves. The first one held a door, and the other three held an electric branch, a cluster of flames, and a ray of moonlight.
"Bite my brain in the ass... They should not continue to live in the library, but should live in the Colosseum, becoming the main force of the attack together with Harry, Lekis and Lord Akka."
"What do you, the Demon Cocoon, know? The Four Knights are so powerful that Lord Noleymore doesn't even want them to participate in this war. It seems we will win."
"What's the use of winning? Will the library get better?"
"I remember getting better before, but now...that's it."
"It would be great if you don't die!"
"What do you think, why is Lord Noleymore so kind to us?" asked a brain spirit.
"It doesn't want us to die. It probably needs us to record its heroic appearance in the books in the library..."
"Record? Shouldn't that be what Tom did?" The brain spirits seemed to have a common memory, but Li Yue did not understand this memory.
"Tom? He shut himself up in the big library every day and did nothing. He kept looking for records and comparing various creations with copper spoons, as if he could find out something."
"I heard that he really wants to attend the Minstrel Convention! He said there are answers there!"
"What's the use of bards... all they sing are stories they made up."
"You don't understand. Sometimes they make it up and no one objects, so it's true."
"Then ask him to tell you who will knock down Jinshan Mountain?"
"Are you stupid? The fight hasn't started yet. What's the point of making it up? We won't know until the fight is over..."
Li Yue listened to them talking for a long time inexplicably, about the library, the Colosseum, and many vague and unfamiliar names, but with a little bit of familiarity.
And this mental dream was just a link in a large network of countless dreams, and it did not attract more attention at all.
Inside the huge bone car, in a magnificent bone hall, Redcoat, Damon Benben and Winnie were stroking the hair of a nightmare succubus and observing the dreams of some humans.
Noley Moore and Spade were standing aside in a daze, as if they were resting.
"Bao'er is very cooperative, not bad, and even helped us get the dream together. It's a pity that Nate Mei'er really doesn't play with us anymore," Daimen always thought of a nightmare girl during closed combat training.
magic.
"Look carefully, it's best to find the dreams of some key personnel." The red-haired Winnie interrupted Daimen Benben's complaint, forcing the chain demon to focus on the dream itself.
"It's best to be a Protestant priest. If that's not possible, a noble or a brave man can barely do it..." Winnie was fully engaged.
At this moment, the Heartless Witch has found her own heart, which is exactly the one that Lulu Feifei won at Melia Port - at the end of that war, the withered heart was just thrown to the ground.
Winnie picked them up and stuffed them into her chest without even thinking.
So the upper body is more bulging.
"The priests will definitely have some way to block the dream, and the same goes for most nobles. It is more likely to invade the dream of the brave." Redcoat tried his best to narrow down the scope for Damon Benben and Winnie.
"What are we looking for?" Daimen looked through the interesting dreams randomly, with no intention of extracting information from them.
As the side of the treasury, Daimen Benben did not pay that much attention to the battle situation. Anyway, no matter how the fight ended, the Great Altar would get back what the treasury should take.
"Look for the layout of the imperial army, the flow of refugees, and the information about the Bard Conference..." Redcoat was very patient and explained to Daimen Benben repeatedly.
"We're looking for the army to fight, and we're looking for refugees to absorb faith, so why are we looking for the Minstrel Conference?" I knew that Daimen didn't want to look for him at all.
"I don't know either, Noley Moore and Spade are looking for them." Redcourt pointed at the shadow demon and snail behind him.
"Haha, you two idiots don't know what you are going to do. I feel sad for you." Daimen turned around and mocked the shadow demon and the snail.
Noley Moore and Spade seemed to be used to it and did not react at all.
"Focus on the first two! If we win, we will be quasi-demon kings." Winnie smiled.
"Don't worry, I need to absorb more faith, and you need to absorb the knowledge of the old Holy See... At least we have to reach the Holy City to complete our promotion ceremony." Redcoat comforted Winnie, "Before that, more
There's no harm in gathering some intelligence."
"I have seen it in several dreams... The Empire's Creation Department seems to have new creations." Redcourt scratched the eye hole of his skull.
"Of course we need new creations, otherwise how can we defeat our flesh and blood giants?" Winnie looked through the gap in the bone hall and saw the corpse gathering demon standing as high as a mountain outside.
"Thank you for your knowledge, which has expanded our combat power." Redcoat was quite polite to Winnie, and then continued to devote his energy to information related to the Bard Conference.
"Tonight is the Minstrel Conference. If we really can't find relevant information, we can only send people there..."
"I'll go." Noley Moore and Spade spoke together.
"Let me think about it." Redcott raised his hand, but did not directly agree to the two demons' request.
This scene fell in the eyes of Daimen Benben, who amused the chain devil: "Hehehe, you really look like him."
"What does it look like?" Redcoat asked.
"Like a red-robed pope, like an old goat." Daimen Benben swung the chain.
"Do you really think he'll give you a chance to advance?"