After drinking some wine and having fun playing games, Jiang Han soon fell asleep in the comfortable cave bed.
Her will settled into the depths of the dream.
The surrounding environment was distorted and deformed, turning into a blank gray fog.
Where is this place? A new dream. Jiang Han blinked. As a witch, she rarely dreams. The more powerful a witch is, the less likely she is to dream. This prevents some of her spell models that are close to wishing from being leaked and creating a huge
A weird feast.
She stepped lightly on the gray foggy ground and felt a solid touch, but also a bit ethereal.
Suddenly, a strange inspiration made her move forward.
She followed her inspiration, groped forward, passed through the thick gray fog, and found that there was an extra door in front of her!
Made of fine wood and excellent paint.
"It's really weird." Jiang Han moved the corner of his mouth and gently pushed the door open.
The thin door connects two different spaces. It is obvious that there is a thin door outside the house, but inside the house is a room with a nice interior and an eighteenth-century impression with beige carpets.
Fireplace, wooden furniture, a large number of bookcases, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window covering half of the wall of the room.
Jiang Han walked in and saw the dark starry sky outside the French window.
Getting closer, she saw a place similar to a lake. Thousands of small or huge balls were floating in the lake with dozens of layers, and an idea suddenly came to her mind:
Those balls are different planets with life.
"Is our planet like this structure?" Jiang Han looked at the glass with curiosity. This wonderful scene vaguely helped her inspiration. It was like being taken out to open her eyes and it became easier.
growing up.
Well, it seems that as her inspiration grows, she seems to feel a sense of suppression, and the source of the suppression comes from behind her.
She turned her head suddenly and saw a witch suddenly appeared behind the desk behind her.
This witch was wearing a blue and red robe without a witch hat. Her graceful long gray hair was draped over the robe like some kind of high-end cloak. Her facial features were exquisite, and her deep dark red eyes were staring at Jiang Han. She was exactly
Angelette.
Anjie! No, this Anjie seems a little younger? Jiang Han almost screamed, but she held back.
The Angelite in front of her looks younger, her eyebrows seem to remain raised, and the corners of her mouth also have a slight arc.
To put it in more common adjectives:
This Anjie deserves a beating even more.
And what this Anjie said made Jiang Han even more sure that she and that Anjie were not the same person:
"Greedy little guy, the spirituality you draw from here is enough for your inspiration to grow to the next stage. If you continue to absorb it, I'm afraid this place will become a desert. Ha, greedy little witch."
She doesn’t know me. Jiang Han felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he also pretended not to know the other person, and said cautiously:
"Who are you?"
"Am I?" Anjie raised her eyebrows, stood up slightly exaggeratedly, and made a simple courtesy.
Then, she opened her arms and said loudly:
"My name is Angelette von Arlovs! The owner of this sea of balance, which stores the dreams of billions of witches and contains the different worlds controlled by thousands of witches."
"Arlovs" Jiang Han repeated the last name.
This Angelite seemed very happy, and after snorting, she said proudly:
"This is my noble surname, no less than Ludwig. Haha, the smell of the mark on your body was given to you by Ludwig, right?"
What is the mark?
Jiang Han was confused when he suddenly felt the back of his left hand feel hot. He turned his eyes and saw a simple symbol that looked like an all-knowing eye.
She could feel endless warmth from it.
She asked with some concern:
"this is?"
"Ludwig's mark." Arlovs crossed his arms and said with a bit of disdain, "Her mark can make you go further and deeper in your dreams, so that those monsters and monsters will not dare to disturb your sleep.
, aha, even souls from other worlds cannot bear this kind of warmth and will be burned to death."
Is the protection so good? Jiang Han blinked, but he was still a little scared inside.
Fortunately, my time travel is not the type that the witch knows. Otherwise, if this mark is put on it, I might be burned to death suddenly, and Anjie will look confused? But when did Anjie stamp it for me? Jiang Han was a little distracted.
.
But this also brought her unexpected benefits. To put it simply, this thing is a face fruit. No matter how awesome the dream creature is, it has to lose face when it sees this mark. She took advantage of this mark and asked curiously:
"That Miss Arlovs? Your name?"
Arlovs snorted dissatisfied:
"It's just Angelite, what's wrong? I'm the eldest and the first born among the three Angelites, so this name is mine!"
In an instant, a bunch of scripts about wealthy and grudge sisters falling in love and killing each other came to Jiang Han's mind.
Although this Anjie looks very unintelligent.
But since she is called Angelite, her intelligence is still guaranteed. She could see what was going on in Jiang Han's head at a glance, her face turned red and she shouted:
"Don't think so wildly!"
"Ah, yes, yes," Jiang Han said yes while looking at Arlovs curiously. The other person was shy with Anjie's appearance and was too lethal!
Normally, she never saw Angelite blushing, or looking shy, and she never even saw Jiang Han looking angry.
Now I have seen it.
"That is an extremely complicated spell. It is very complicated and very difficult to cast. It requires the blending of three powerful witch bloodlines to cast a legendary spell. You can't cast it anyway even if you know it." Arlovs is obviously a little bit a little bit.
She is a talkative person, much more talkative than Anjie who likes to think.
Because of the mark on Jiang Han's body, she started chatting with Jiang Han without putting on airs.
Is this how one of his own people are treated? Jiang Han sighed inwardly.
Arlovs said that if an ordinary witch entered this dream, she would trigger the inspiration for her and drive her out. She would not appear in person to explain.
After chatting about the mirror image of dreams for a while, Jiang Han came back curiously:
"Well, what is the effect of that complicated spell you mentioned?"
Arlovs said without any concealment:
"One hundred and fifty thousand witch eggs will be named Angelite, and the power of the curse will allow them to go through three development stages in the eggs in just eight months. You know, the most important thing is to select the best species.
The key point is large-scale breeding selection. In the end, although these 150,000 eggs used up the wealth of the three major families, they eventually hatched out me, Hawkins, and Ludwig."
"It's just that Ludwig is the most inhumane and also the most powerful one."
"I suspect she stole my and Hawkins' eggshells!"
Stealing eggshells? Jiang Han blinked and said a little surprised:
"Don't we witches not eat eggshells?"
Arlovs said angrily:
"But we three sisters need it. Every piece of our eggshell is the essence of this universe. Although the taste is not very good, it is indeed an item that is known to directly increase the magic power reserves and potential. I suspect that Ludwig put me and
Hawkins has eaten a lot of eggshells, otherwise we can't explain the fact that neither of us together is her match!"
"Ludwig has been very bad since he was a child, and even now, he sends me dreams, and still calls them a good job. It's abominable!"
It seemed like something An Jie could do, and the corners of Jiang Han's mouth moved.
She blinked again:
"So this is your workplace?"
Working in a dream? Is it the same as a dream witch?
"Well, my job is to maintain the existence of this sea of consciousness and salvage the dream essence from it. A material that can make dreams come true, such as bringing gold out of dreams, requires the dream essence to be transformed before it can be brought out
"Get out." Arlovs didn't hide anything, because in the world of witches, you can know the contents of these jobs by just searching for information.
Whatever exists must be known.
Jiang Han understood why this was called a good job. Although the dream essence must be handed over to the witch agency, as a top witch, Arlovs had no problem saving some for himself.
Probably sensing Jiang Han's opinion, Arlovs' face bulged again and he said dissatisfiedly:
"My private collection was taken away by Ludwig just a few days ago! I saved it for ten years! She said she would pay it back, but that guy was full of lies and nonsense!"
In theory, Anjie's sister was indeed a good leek, and Anjie harvested it. Jiang Han's facial muscles twitched:
"Is that too much?"
"Yes, that guy took away almost ten kilograms of Mandela's essence from the dream in one go! He almost drained my inventory." Arlovs looked aggrieved.
