MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 78

On the fourth day of arriving in Urburg, Anxu received an invitation to a dinner party.

A grand event such as a king's enthronement or a big wedding is preceded by a three-night banquet, during which the palace is open to the invited guests. You can drink to your heart's content, watch the wonderful performances of court poets, dance with your companions on the dance floor, or visit the imperial garden. The nobles who were invited were proud of it.

Urburg is the most beautiful city in Yamenan, and the Royal Palace is undoubtedly the golden crown of this city. The huge circular arch is enough for parallel carriages to run in and out. Dozens of small arcs form the semi-circular vault of the tower, and the golden-red dome is carved with countless exquisite reliefs. The window of the outer parapet is very narrow, and the function of the fortification can still be vaguely seen, but inside the outer city is an extremely beautiful garden, with various exotic flowers and plants growing together out of season, reminiscent of the legendary elves Town of. In the middle of the path that crosses into a cross in the garden, the fountain is dancing with the music. From time to time, it suddenly freezes into ice high in the sky, reflecting the lights in all directions.

An Xu's impression is that the place is beautiful, but there are so many people.

Among the countless majestic columns in the palace, under the vaults of various shapes in the rectangular corridors, next to paintings with different contents... There are people everywhere. Dressed in howling "I'm expensive" outfits, with the same faint smiles on their faces, they gather in twos and threes gracefully, and it's surprising that these people from all over the world have so much to talk about. An Xu was caught once (it took half an hour), and he quit immediately.

"Seriously?" An Xu hid in the corner with lingering fear, and said incredulously, "Discussing a horse for half an hour? Is that person from the Horse Club?"

"It's a thoroughbred," Caleb explained. "Nobles don't know much about horses. They just use it to show that they are rich, prestigious and knowledgeable."

Flora and Lydia couldn't come in because of their identities, and Anshu and Caleb entered the palace together. The former is responsible for smiling reservedly—well, it’s okay to smile on the surface—the latter is responsible for negotiating with others and hanging on An Xu’s arm.

"Discuss for half an hour? A topic I'm not interested in?"

"Half an hour is standard courtesy, and if someone is genuinely interested in getting to know the other person, the conversation can get longer."

"No, I've had enough. I'm tired. I don't want this question." An Xu solemnly raised a hand.

"You... I'm the one in charge of negotiating, right?"

An Xu ignored him, and poked her head out, looked left and right, and saw two nobles who were talking on the road ahead. She saw with her own eyes that they pulled an innocent nobleman passing by into the conversation. The efficiency of the flytrap; there are a few searchers holding wine glasses wandering in the back of the road, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind of walking around on the map in the Pokemon game, and innocent passers-by will be stuck at any time and ask for a fight Roaming trainer. It’s not good, An Xu thought gloomily, although I’m not the one who went into battle...I still understand why the opponent praises Xiaozhi instead of Pikachu after the battle is won, and the Pokemon trainer is also very hard, okay?

Caleb looked at Ann speechlessly, but she had already rushed out, from the window.

The boy was still hanging on An Xu's arm, and was suddenly taken up to the sky, his face paled with fright, and he hugged her tightly. An Xu whistled and flew into the sky towards the stars.

The inspectors in the sky left immediately after confirming Anxu's identity. No one disturbed him. From the top down, the palace was extremely beautiful. It looked like a large cross nested within a small cross, and the lights lit up the fading courtyard like another sky. An Xu pointed to every part of the palace with great interest, and asked, "What's the one with the glass on the top?"

Caleb replied with a pale face: "The chapel is convenient for the sun to shine in on the day when the sun is out."

"What is the house with the ring outside?"

"The teleportation point of the royal palace, pick up and send urgent mail from all over the world."

"Is that shiny piece of water?"

"Swan Lake."

"Why didn't you see the swan?"

"One year a swan transformed into a strange beast, and as a result... as a result..."

Caleb's voice became softer and softer, and An Xu felt his body lighten, and the person on his arm fell limply. The favored ones are used to Lydia, who is as reliable as a leech, but never thought that an omega boy with no power to restrain a chicken could not be compared with an ascetic monk at all. She was covered in white sweat from being frightened by the super-expansion, and flew down quickly, finally catching the boy before he fell into a meatloaf.

This precocious boy had no blood on his face, and it was probably the first time he realized that he was afraid of heights. In the case of fear of heights, I still resisted to look down to provide explanations. I have only passed away now. Comrade commentators are already very conscientious in the industry.

Miss Sullivan, who was neither serious nor serious, finally regained a little sense of guilt, carried the narrator back to the room, and put him on the sofa next to her. She didn't know how to take care of a person with a fear of heights lying down, so she took out the fan in Caleb's pocket and fanned him. Fortunately, because she was busy taking care of her companions, no one would bother her, and An Xu was able to quietly grab some food and eat in the corner.

Until she saw the person with three turquoise coats of arms on his chest again.

No, it's not that that person disturbed An Xu. He didn't do anything, just appeared in An Xu's field of vision, stopped by a table, and talked to people. Among a group of nobles wearing cumbersome finery, even if he took off his leather armor and put on brighter clothes, his attire was not formal enough. What does it matter, some people are so blessed that they look good in rags.

At least that's how An Xu saw it.

The man was half a hall away from An Xu, but An Xu caught sight of him in the crowd. This time he was facing An Xu sideways, and finally he didn't give her the back of the head, and she was able to see a silhouette that seemed to be carved by the best stonemason. He was a very handsome man, handsome means almost 100% in line with An Xu's aesthetics: tough yet handsome, tall and strong without looking clumsy and bloated, in the late twenties, mature, with that kind of gentle and quiet demeanor field.

The man's conversation with the noble came to an end, and he seemed to feel An Xu's needle-like gaze, and he turned his head towards her.

Something exploded in An Xu's heart, causing her to stand up abruptly, her hands and feet trembling. She stumbled and ran through the small half of the hall between them, passing through the unknown number of people with unknown faces in the middle, feeling as slow as traveling through a universe. She tried her best to fix her eyes on that person, for fear that in the blink of an eye, the other person would disappear into this unreal, coming and going crowd.

An Xu came all the way to the other party in this way, and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes. Her eyes were sour, perhaps because she refused to blink all the way. Her chest heaved violently, and her throat was congested, as if the words accumulated for a century had been blocked there, so that she couldn't utter a single word.

An Xu could only keep staring at the other person, that person had a pair of beautiful blue eyes, the ones that always appeared in An Xu's mind, as clear as the eyes of a puppet cat. However, that person's eyes are more canine-like, burning with endless heat, the kind that will bloom with great joy for your return. An Xu's mouth opened and closed several times, and only a few syllables came out: "Chris..."

"What's the matter, Chris?" a voice cut in. "Your friend?"

At such an important moment, An Xu did not distract himself and cast a glance at the source of the voice. However, as the sound appeared, the magical moment just now had disappeared, and the blue eyes blinked, and the enthusiasm in them quickly receded.

"Sorry," he smiled apologetically at An Xu, as if everything he felt in the gaze was just an illusion, "This lady seems to have recognized the wrong person."

"Chris?" An Xu asked anxiously, "You are Chris, right?"

"My name is Chris, but it's not an uncommon name," said Chris politely. "I don't remember meeting this lady."

An Xu's heart sank suddenly.

She stared at that face, no matter how you looked at it, it was the face in her memory, but the lines were tougher and more mature, her fair skin turned into a wheat color, and her whole body became thicker and more stable. From An Xu's point of view, it was like dough After turning it in the oven, it is even more delicious no matter how you look at it. If in the real world, she can insist that this is Chris, unless there is an out-of-set twin brother from Chris.

But here is a dream.

There is no logic, no sense, everything can appear and disappear suddenly, no two leaves are the same. You might be lucky enough to dream of a character twenty times in a row, and each time he or she looks the same as before, but by the twenty-first time it's still debatable whether the person is still the same person you knew.

What exactly does "the one you know" mean? looks? How about someone who doesn't look the same after a few years gap? Character? What do people who don't change their personality say when they are hit? memory? Do people with amnesia become different? If you take continuity as an example, the parting is a big interruption... Thinking about these philosophical things is actually not very interesting, An Xu thought, my subconscious probably created me a Chris just because I wanted it, just cutting corners Or too lecturing to make me realize Chris doesn't exist.

But what if the character "Chris" is online all the time? This dream will disappear for a moment. She may remember it vaguely when she wakes up, or she may forget 90% of it after brushing her teeth. Thinking about it this way really makes people a little uninterested.

"Hahaha, don't be so unkind." The voice who interrupted before said again, "Maybe he just wants to get to know you? This...?"

The ecstasy and anxiety on An Xu's face have disappeared, and at a surprising speed, it has turned into a lack of interest. Even so, she still finds the self-deceiving voice that interrupts the dream very annoying, and she doesn't even bother to pay attention to it, let alone answer the question and report to her family with empathy.

"This is the Goddess, the quasi-head of the Sullivan family, the quasi-lord of Abery County, Anna. Miss Sullivan." A little noble next to him who knows how to wink quickly introduced, and then said to An Xu: "And This is the head of the Knights of Glory, the commander of the Bungalow defense line, the younger brother of His Majesty the King, Prince Ronald."

Prince Ronald nodded reservedly to Anxu, and Anxu nodded hastily, then turned and left.

Almost everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the extremely impolite god-favored person. Olina, the other branch leader who was traveling with her, raised her eyebrows. She knew that the prince who was under her command gave her a wink. Someone who came looking for Chris."

"I don't know her." Chris said calmly, "If she is a divinely favored person, we did meet once. The year I joined the Abery City Patrol Team happened to be involved in the Sullivan tragedy, but it was only That's all, I don't know why that Miss Sullivan came to me."

"Indeed, after that, Anna Sullivan was sent to Alingu." Prince Ronald thought about it, "I heard that the Favored One is a very weird person, and he cannot use common sense to judge his actions."

Even if this chapter is over, Chris listened to them for a while, then found an excuse and walked out. Ann's expression just now lingered in his mind. He walked in the garden for a while, but he didn't see the figure of the light blonde girl again, but saw his adjutant Zelda.

Zelda also spotted him, and seemed to be taken aback. She patted her chest and asked first, "Why are you here?"

"Come out for a walk," Chris said.

"Me too," she said, her expression unrecognizable in the night. Zelda shook her head, pulled Chris into the hall, and said, "It's still cold outside at night, let's go back quickly."

Chris, who was out of his mind, nodded and followed her in.

The branch leader of the Gale Knights would not know, if he had used his mind-reading technique on the adjutant at this time, the Gale Knights might have a different ending.