Chapter 169： Dream again (2/2)

"You really want to run, now it's gone, you are the kind of person who will say hello to the boss before running?" Gao Wen took a look at the druid's shame, then waved his hand, "anyway Then I will continue, three or two small fish and shrimps will not be able to set off a lot of storms, I don't believe that the cultists who have been sandwiching their tails for seven hundred years now dare to organize a wave of troops to fight."

Later, he glanced at the mage mercenary who was sitting next to him and still groggy.

Heti immediately asked: "The ancestor, will you continue to interrogate?"

Gao Wen shook his head: "It is no longer necessary, keep him shut, and look at the situation after a while."

He did not consider to directly kill the mage mercenary, but he did not intend to release the other party’s rescue of the northern wilderness as a battle. The mercenary was the prisoner of the Cecil family. According to this era. The law, such prisoners of war will be directly treated as slaves, with life-long labor to make up for the weapons and manpower that their masters have lost on the battlefield, but Gao Wen has not yet thought about what to arrange for this "prisoner of war prisoners". Kind of labor transformation.

Cecil is very lacking now, so Gao Wen doesn't mind letting such a prisoner play his value by acting as a laborer. This is much more cost-effective than killing or exile, but the other party is a secondary caster after all, throwing him directly. It’s a waste to mine in the mines in the west. Secondly, Gao Wen is not at ease, so what do he specifically do... It’s really worth considering.

Herti had no objection to Gao Wen’s arrangement, but she was still very concerned about what these mercenaries were looting in the wilderness of the northern Baishui River for the sake of: “We are not investigating the Kant’s family hired these mercenaries to plunder the refugees? ”

"Ah... yes," Gao Wen couldn't help but lick his forehead. It seemed that the confrontation with the cultist in the world of consciousness still had an impact. He completely forgot the original purpose of interrogating the two mercenaries. I am a little tired, forget about this. Well, Hetty, Pitman, this matter is handed over to you two, the effect of the potion and the ritual is not over yet, ask the Kant family to kill the slave in the frost month. Why. I have to go back and take a break. You will tell me the results of the trial."

After finishing the affairs here, Gao Wen returned to his tent.

He did get tired of the exhaustion of the spiritual world. It took so long to come out and let him realize that his confrontation with the cult is not as easy as he imagined.

Even if it is a satellite, it is not so easy to mobilize that huge memory to devour another mind.

Not long after returning to the tent, he fell asleep on his bed and quickly fell asleep.

He "opened" his eyes in a strange place and found himself standing in a long corridor.

This corridor is a typical Ansu style. It has the same interior and support structure as the castle buildings that the southern nobility likes. The support columns on both sides of the corridor are half buried in the wall, and each support column is inlaid with a raft. Lighted magic stone lamp.

But this is not the old castle of the Cecil family, nor the castle of the Leslie family in the town of Tanzan, not the interior of any castle known in the memory of Gao Wen.

Almost at the first time, Gao Wen realized that he was afraid to enter a dream again, and he was still dreaming of entering into a state of consciousness. The experience he had just contacted with the cultists made him alert and alert. I can’t help myself in my heart:

"How come so soon? Is this cultist a grandfather's gourd?"

But very quickly, he found that the situation was not the same as before. He did not wake up in a completely chaotic space, and no one slammed into his dreams. He still had a kind of self-willingness. The feeling of being able to wake up at any time is more like a normal dream than being dragged into the imaginary space by the person who is sleeping.

The only difference from dreaming is that you keep an unusual sobriety.

No, there are more differences...

Gao Wenxin looked at his own hand and consciously outlined the shape of an object. In the next second, he found that he had a can of canned cola.

In this lucid dream, he seems to be able to create what he wants.