Ten minutes after leaving the dream, Simire opened her eyes, turned her eyes as if she was adapting, and blinked slowly.

"Year......"

Opening his mouth, a sound came from his throat. Simeer's fingers moved slightly, and the soft touch under his palm activated his consciousness.

He sat up and found himself lying on the bed at some point. A little dry but fresh air penetrated into his nose. The wind blew the white curtains and the pages of the book on the table in front of the window rustled.

Is this another dream? In an instant, Simire developed strong suspicion of the scene he saw.

Patting his forehead, he recognized the black robe he was wearing and the room. He was indeed lying on the bed where he lived in this small town.

That is to say, the ones just now are dreams?

No, he cannot dream. If he cuts fragments of memory from past experiences, it should not have been shaped into such a strange but real dream.

Strange because he doesn't remember the experience of becoming a vegetable in his lifetime;

The truth is because he has difficulty curbing the great joy at this moment.

When he lay alone on the bed, watching the world become dim and dull, silent little by little, and even forgetting the softness of the pillow and the hardness of the bed board, he felt that his thoughts were also being swallowed.

Are you lying on the bed or in the coffin? Is this darkness due to the disappearance of vision or the closed grave? Are you still alive? Are you already dead? Have you been dead for a long time? Do you still have to die like this for longer?

All these questions that cannot be answered have turned into happiness that has never been seen before in the morning sun and breeze.

Simere lay back, raised his arms to cover the sun and a low sigh.

He knew what this dream was.

The same story, listening to others' stories as a third party is completely different from the feeling of being experienced by oneself.

When Niannian came to see him, although he smiled and admitted that neither of them was an illusory soul and sighed admirably about his courage and determination to devote himself to his ideals, it was not until now that Simire realized that Niannian probably never recognized what he did.

Although his life did not have the miraculous success in the hypnotic dream, it was considered to be neither immediate nor long-term. All his enthusiasm was in his ideal, the ideal of uploading the soul that was separated from the carbon-based life form.

Simire seemed to hear the ridicule every year:

What qualifications do you, a guy who has never experienced life or death, have you the right to decide what life and death is for all mankind?

With his palms covering his eyes, Simire felt a little wetness at the corners of his eyes.

Returning from the desperate situation of darkness to the blessed land of light, the spiritual tremor brought by this huge gap finally defeated his ideal.

Simire smiled bitterly. Is this the purpose of every year? What hatred did he do to make her torture herself like this?

He suddenly missed the life he was still alive.

It is a world where you can escape into a hazy world with drowsiness, drunkenness and medicine. It is a world where once you wake up from your dreams, your dream experiences will slowly disappear. It is a world where you can choose to forget and deceive yourself. It is a world where you can choose to forget and deceive yourself.

Simire suddenly slapped himself, sat up, jumped out of bed, rushed to the window and took a deep breath.

He cannot regret it, he must believe that his choice is the most correct and perfect path.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Sir Simere, there is a report of the war."

Simire raised his hand and touched his face. It was a little hot. He probably hated him just now, and he didn't turn around and said loudly:

"Come in."

The sound of opening and closing sounds, and before the visitor could speak, Simire said lightly:

"Did those people come to attack the city again? If the local generals don't come to ask for help, don't report such things again and again."

After suffering from the attack every year, Se Island has retreated to the rear for renovation. The human and dwarf coalition forces who have come to attack the city these days do not need him to intervene, and just leave it to Eigberg's own army to deal with it.

Moreover, since the battle on the city wall that day, with the popularity of the Christmas clown mercenary group spreading in the mercenary union, more and more players began to consider and choose to join the camp, and everything was back on track.

I actually have to thank you for these things every year.

For him, the Feathers Forest is naturally closed, but for the communication between the elves and players, it is like two countries slightly apart. Although they cannot set foot geographically, their respective news is circulating quickly.

Tongtian Tower seems to have initially settled in Feiserth Forest. The "insider information" that was placed in Tongtian Tower as an opening gift every year has indeed spread among players. Some of them were even known by players from Gaia who are in China, and then they were circulated into the ears of local players.

He is considerate every year. He did not release all the things related to camp and camp skills, but instead reserved a lot of room for players to explore on their own. This not only stimulated the enthusiasm of the players, but also provided the elf players with a reason to actively leave the Feathers Forest. The elf player group, who was originally in another dimension, began to move around the Gaia Continent again.

After all, only the elf players can directly contact Tongtian Tower and the information in it, either at the request of friends, or be enthusiastic about the situation, curious about the outside world, or are interested in the Tongtian Tower mechanism. While they bring out the news, they are also gathering more news together.

Simire originally wanted to ask Niannian if there was any way to remove the barrier formed by the three magical tools, but unfortunately, before he could mention this topic, he was stunned by Niannian's unknown method.

......Wait, don't know what method to use?

How did she make herself faint? How did she bring herself into that extremely real dream? This guy... this guy!

"Master Simir?Master Simir?"

Seeing Simire punching the windowsill, the messenger waiter who was about to speak was shocked, thinking that what he was going to say had been known by the supernatural Lord Simire.

Simere took a deep breath again and spoke calmly: "What's the matter?"

The waiter reorganized the language and tried not to annoy the bad-hearted high priest with nonsense:

"Come all over the world, the four principalities under the Church of the Church jointly attacked the borders of the three principalities controlled by our temple last night. The Pope of the Church of the Church officially released a letter of war across the continent this morning and sent an invitation to the neutral monarchs of the Three Kingdoms."

It took Simire a few seconds to sort out the news, and suddenly turned around and stared at the waiter who bowed his head, as if he was about to sting him to death with his eyes.
Chapter completed!