In the deep waters, Lothar frowned tightly, "Wake up? But he clearly, clearly has only a pile of bones left! How can he be sleeping?"

"Your understanding of death is somewhat biased." The Lord of Homecoming said slowly. In this water area, time and space are all under his control, so he is not in a hurry. "Let me ask you a question. Maybe it can help."

Let you understand what death is. The question is, when you sleep every day, where do you go?"

The confusion in the count's eyes became even more intense, "With all due respect, isn't it where I sleep when I sleep? Where else can I go? I don't have the problem of sleepwalking."

"No, you don't understand the meaning of the question. The you in the question does not refer to the body, but to the consciousness that is thinking now. When you sleep, where does the self that you identify with go? At that time, you are completely unable to

Even thinking cannot control the body. Where did your consciousness wander to at that time, thinking about this problem."

"I," Lothar was stunned for a moment. The other person's words indeed touched on areas he had never thought about. In the knight's view, daily sleep is a necessary part to maintain a clear mind and ensure physical condition, just like eating and drinking water.

There is no need for a reason at all. But now, he has vaguely guessed what the existence in the deep water wants to express, "You want to say that I experience death every time I sleep? But that doesn't make sense, just like what you just said,

I can dream, but dead people don’t dream.”

A large number of bubbles floated up from the darkness. Although there was no basis for it, the count felt that this was proof that the Lord of Home was laughing. He was laughing at his ignorance. "There are two questions in your answer. The first is, when you dream

Sometimes, it is not the real subject of your consciousness that controls your dreams. Those so-called dreams are just things that are randomly combined from the residue in your mind.

Of course, sometimes there are other forces that affect dreams, such as the magic in your mouth. But at those times, you still don't exist. If you don't believe it, you can think back. When was there a dream in which you clearly knew who you were?

That is not an easy task. As for the second question, who says that the dead don't dream? You have never experienced real death, right?"

Lothar was at a loss for words. He suddenly felt that the master of his destination was a bit like cheese. Among all the people the count knew, only the gray-robed mage might think about these issues. But he had never thought about it, and he had never thought about it.

I have never considered these issues to be problems. However, as a knight who pursues the virtue of humility, Lothar is not ashamed to admit his ignorance, "You are right. I have never

I have experienced death, and in fact I don’t want to have this opportunity for the time being. At the same time, I can’t explain clearly where my consciousness went when I fell asleep. But I have to admit that from what you said, it is indeed

It's very similar to the death I know. It's like, everything disappears at the moment of death, and everything has no meaning... You can really make people depressed, you know?"

"Well, there is no need to be so pessimistic. At least I can promise you that when you die in the sea, you will not disappear. I have remembered you, and the ocean has remembered you. But your performance now is really interesting, we

When we last met, you were obviously not so afraid of death. I thought that human beings were all creatures that despised death so much."

Guiju's words aroused the Earl's curiosity, "All of them? Didn't you say that I am the first human being who can talk to you?"

"You are indeed the first human being that I took the initiative to find. But before you, there was, or rather there was, another human being who found me. That was an impressive existence. The question raised today is that

He asked me about it when he found me."

"Then how did you answer him?" Lothar was now a little curious about what kind of person could find the will in the deep water, and asked him questions. However, even if he asked about these things, the Lord of Home could not explain them clearly.

Well. After all, for such a being, the differences between human individuals are not determined by appearance and name, so who the person he is talking about is simply impossible to understand with Lothar's knowledge.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't answer him." Guisu murmured, "I couldn't think in a way you could understand at that time, and my thoughts couldn't be conveyed to him. Moreover, questions like this are often only asked.

It makes sense. Just like you don’t think about the relationship between the law of tides and food like a fish, I don’t think about the death you talk about. So, now you understand why the individuals around you are still alive.

Have you? Whether it’s human beings, sea monsters, fish, or shells, you are all defining the world in your own way. And the things you define in the world are actually just your own opinions or those of your ethnic group.

Consensus has nothing to do with the world, nor does it have anything to do with other individuals in the world. If you think he is dead, maybe he has just been born. If you think he has just been born, maybe he is on the verge of death."

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean. I believe that the giant is about to wake up, and I am in his body... Wait a minute, the giant is about to resurrect..." Lothar's expression became solemn, and he seemed to grasp

What's the point, "If it's as you said, turning into bones is just a giant's sleep, then how will he wake up? His flesh, blood and organs are all gone."

Disappeared. No! His flesh, flesh and organs have not disappeared. Since his bone marrow can turn into a monster, his flesh and blood may also exist in other forms. Yes, that's why the sand near the hand bones will dry up.

! Because the water inside is something for giants! Then, the reason Crown of Thorns becomes weak is also because..."

"What's wrong with you? What are you talking to yourself all of a sudden? What's the reason?" Jialun's doubts shocked Lothar. He suddenly raised his head and realized that in front of him was a giant hand bone wrapped in a layer of translucent material.

The sand underfoot is no different from a desert. There was no evidence of the deep water and conversation just now.

"Are you okay? Is there something weird about these bones?" The short-haired witch became nervous and began to use her magic vision to understand Lothar's condition.

"No," the Earl shook his head, driving away the unrealistic feeling from his mind, "I just had a dream. I dreamed of some things, things that are helpful to our current situation. Now I think about it.

There are many things, but there are even more things that I can’t understand.”

Jia Lun stared at Lothar with a complicated look. She was thinking whether this person had lost his mind due to some kind of power here and started talking nonsense. But the count just looked up at the skeleton with no top visible.
Chapter completed!