Annan was a little surprised: "Did it take so long?"
In Annan's subjective time, he spent about three hours in the dungeon.
Did you live too long in the first two lives? Or...
"Because time flows at different speeds."
Salvatore yawned, lying on the table with his eyes closed and lazily explaining: "Just like when you are asleep, a night's dream may last for several days... In nightmares,
How long you stay does not strictly correspond to how long time has passed in reality. Maybe you stayed inside for three days this time and only two days outside. It is also possible that next time you enter the same nightmare, you may only stay inside for
Half a day passed, but several hours passed outside...
"But generally speaking, no matter when ordinary people enter nightmares, as long as they can't bear it and despair due to fear and despair, the curse in the nightmare will slowly drain their vitality, and the nightmare itself will gradually become stronger.
"In order areas where there is no gray fog, usually in the early morning - when the power of order is strongest, the light of the rising sun can temporarily dispel nightmares, and people will wake up from nightmares. But because nightmares are still lingering
They have not been purified, so they will still enter the same dream state at night... As time goes by, they will become extremely weak...
"So, when people didn't study the supernatural theory thoroughly enough, this kind of memory fragment that was eroded and twisted by the curse and could attract the soul to enter was called a nightmare by the ancient people..."
As Salvatore spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was about to fall asleep.
"Hey, wake up!"
Annan immediately patted Salvatore on the shoulder and shook him awake: "Don't fall asleep! Wake up!"
He remembered that the curse borne by Salvatore seemed to be related to sleep...
"...Huh? Did I almost fall asleep just now?"
After Salvatore woke up with a start, he straightened up a little vigilantly and stood up from the stool: "Well, thank you, Don Juan. You just saved my life..."
"It's not because you're waiting for me that I haven't slept all this time."
Annan sighed: "Did you think I would wake up yesterday?"
"Yeah, we never thought you could stay in the nightmare for so long."
Salvatore also nodded without ceremony.
While holding on to the desk with both hands and kicking his legs to wake up, he said intermittently: "That's why we let you enter the nightmare in the morning...so that you can have the most relaxed time to fully explore the nightmare.
"But before you woke up, Don Juan, yesterday morning, I knew that you had the gift of a priest... But we didn't know how long it would take for you to wake up, and the priest didn't know either. So we could only keep watching you. After all, you are a priest.
The ritual is different from a normal nightmare... If you forget to bring the container that carries the curse, the power of the curse you brought out of the nightmare will easily escape, and a new nightmare may form in the town..."
"Thank you for your hard work, senior."
When Annan heard this, he gratefully thanked Salvatore.
Whether he is helping himself or the Frozen Water Port, strictly speaking, Salvatore will not get any benefits. He will leave the Frozen Water Port soon and return to the Black Tower to advance. Even if the Frozen Water Port appears later
He had a new nightmare, and it had nothing to do with him.
Like Priest Lewis, he only acted based on the goodwill and sense of responsibility he maintained in his heart.
"You have to thank Padre Louis too."
Salvatore coughed lightly and added: "You are still growing, and being comatose for two days without being able to eat is very bad for your health. Padre Luis is responsible for replenishing your body's nutrition for the past two days...
...Of course, you have to thank me too, because I paid for your treatment."
"Thank you, senior. I will also thank Padre Lewis later."
Annan, however, solemnly thanked Salvatore without hesitation: "Thank you very much for helping me and protecting the people in my territory."
He was never the kind of person who was shy about saying thank you.
As long as it is what he "should do", Annan has always done it well - thanking or apologizing at the right time is naturally one of them.
On the other hand, Salvatore felt a little embarrassed when he saw Annan thanking him so neatly and solemnly.
He coughed lightly again, leaned against the table and pretended to drink water, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Then, Salvatore looked out the window and raised the corners of his mouth: "For me, this is what should be done. But you nobles... not many of you are willing to sincerely thank you.
"Since we extraordinary beings have stolen power from the curse, we must naturally take corresponding measures. At least we must not let the curse overflow and endanger innocent people... If we can help to stop it, we will stop it; people who have no grievances and no hatred
If you can help me, please do me a favor.
"Although I personally consider myself to be of average moral standards, I am not as good as those living saints who obtain extraordinary power just to help the weak and uphold justice. I even often have selfish thoughts and occasionally use my own power to gain some advantage. But we are all after all.
A transcendent person with a decent background should still abide by the rules.
"This is for everyone, and also for myself. Just like what is said in the "Extraordinary Manifesto"..."
The man with a tired face and a thin body chuckled and recited slowly in a solemn tone:
"'From now on, we will bear our own curses, keep other people's secrets, abide by private oaths, and abide by common rules. This is the case today and it will be the same in the future.' You must not have forgotten it, Don Juan."
"I see……"
Annan nodded slowly when he heard this, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually faded.
He put his right hand lightly on his chest, his ice blue eyes slightly widened, and looked at Salvatore.
He responded seriously and seriously: "I remember."
Hearing Salvatore's words, Annan was vaguely touched.
From time to time until now, he has not come into contact with a few living extraordinary beings.
It wasn't until he heard Salvatore's words that Annan had a vague idea of the extraordinary society in this world——
A world that is somewhat gloomy in tone, but definitely not bleak.
And a group of secret keepers who bear the curse, abide by their oaths, abide by the rules, and walk silently on their own paths.
A group of people who are lonely but not alone.
"Okay," Salvatore said briskly, "it's time to tell me your curse. I will be your secret keeper."
"Just say it, okay?"
"Well, at least for you, it doesn't matter yet."
Salvatore smiled: "Of course, just remember not to be the secret keeper of a gold-level transcendent. If possible, it's best to stay away from them. Don't inquire, and don't let them know about you.
names, let alone hold ceremonies with them at the same time, or read their names in nightmares.
"After all, extraordinary beings at that level are basically no longer human beings."
What does it mean to not be considered a human being?
Annan felt a little doubtful and confused.
But he just kept it in mind and secretly wrote down the question and did not ask it at this time.
He thought about his curse and told Salvatore the general content: "My curse is, [Must kill one person every month with a kitchen knife]."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a new prompt flashing in front of his eyes:
[The oath of confidentiality is established]
[Current founding oath: 1]
This counts as... the signing is complete?
Annan was slightly startled.
An idea suddenly came to his mind——
If you tell all the players about your oath...will you get a bunch of secret keepers immediately? Anyway, players must protect the "camp leader" from their position, and there is no need to worry about them targeting them.
This is equivalent to giving away a bunch of secret keepers in vain!
...So, what if players are allowed to bring this news back to their world and spread it through the Internet?