Chapter 182 Happy Madman
Sylvie stopped in an open space, opened the box behind her, and then pulled away the black cloth covering it, revealing the cage inside.
This large square cage contained five or six crows. The crows were very quiet and sleeping with their eyes closed. They only opened their eyes and looked around when the black cloth was pulled open.
The noisy crowd did not scare the crows at all. Sylvie took out a photo and stuck it on the cage. The six crows half jumped and half walked to the front of the photo, observing the people in the photo as carefully as humans.
After several minutes, a crow called out "caw", and then the other crows followed suit, as if to confirm that they had remembered the person in the photo.
Sylvie nodded with satisfaction, opened the small iron door of the cage, and let the crows jump out of the cage in an orderly manner.
As soon as these crows got out of the cage, they soared into the sky, circled in the sky for several weeks, flew in different directions, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Okay! Next...Isabella." Sylvie called.
Isabella walked out of the nearest stable, came to Sylvie and bowed to greet her: "Master, what can I do for you?"
"From now on, your master is Su Ming, that is, him," Sylvie showed Isabella the photo, "You can go back after you have seen it clearly."
She was just doing a little test.
Su Ming had never used Isabella in the few days since he entered this world.
Therefore, Sylvie judged that Isabella could not be used in the different world where Su Ming was.
But the previous Black Gate incident proved that Isabella could still be summoned in an independent space.
According to this hypothesis, the white fog world where Isabella cannot be used should be a space that is more independent than the black gate space. For example, it itself is a different world that has no contact with reality.
As it turned out, Sylvie's guess was completely correct. When she came to this world with Isabella's parchment scroll, she was able to successfully summon Isabella, but Su Ming, who did not bring the parchment scroll, could not do it. This revealed another interesting characteristic of Isabella - Isabella could only be summoned in the world where the parchment scroll was.
If Su Ming was smart, he would probably try to call Isabella occasionally every day. If he did that, she would be able to get in touch with Su Ming soon.
But if Su Ming didn't do that, she would have to find a way to make Su Ming do that.
It’s a pity that there are no newspapers or the Internet in this world, and it’s impossible to post a missing person notice, otherwise it would be much easier for her to contact Su Ming.
The wooden door behind him opened and closed, and Jiang Yichuan walked out. The pink light in his eyes was gradually fading.
"Minister, everything has been confirmed. What they just said is true. In addition, the white mist does come from the God of Hope, but they seem to only know how to pull people into this world and don't know how to send people out." Jiang Yichuang concisely reported the contents of the investigation.
Sylvie stroked her chin, thinking silently, with a faint smile on her lips.
“But the facts prove that someone did leave from here. Since the white mist that came in was created by the God of Hope as they said, the white mist that left should also be created by the God of Hope. The reason why we don’t know is probably because these people have too low a status in this sect and don’t have the authority to know.
Listening to what they just said, it feels like the so-called gods are actually demons. If this guess is correct, then the situation is a little tricky.
This world has nurtured too many demons, and we cannot completely solve the culprit of this disaster.
But I probably already know how to deal with the white fog. What we need to do now is to find Xiao Ming and his friends, so that they don't die in some corner, and then... deal with the Hope Cult properly."
Jiang Yichuang listened silently on the side. Although he had his own ideas and plans for this mission, he had no room to express them this time because the minister was here, so of course the mission would be led by the minister.
"What should we do next? " Jiang Yichuan asked.
"Hmm... let me think... there are so many things I can do. I don't know where to start." Sylvie clasped her hands in front of her chest, looked up at the sky, and her expression was rarely a little conflicted.
"As expected, it is still very important to assess the enemy's strength, especially with you. We can't act recklessly. Let's test the enemy's strength first."
"That……?"
"Let's start with the dreamer. They say that the dreamer can only move within a certain range. This is a very good restriction. If you really can't beat them, you can always run away."
Before Jiang Yichuan could ask the question, Sylvie had already answered the question he wanted to ask.
The range of movement of the person in the dream was one of the factors that Sylvie considered, but there was another reason that made her make this decision, and that was Su Ming.
When Su Ming came to this world, he was most likely "received" by the followers of the Church of Hope, but it is unknown whether he is still in the Church of Hope.
But no matter how Su Ming acts, he cannot break away from the connection with the three major evil cults in this world. If the Church of Hope doesn't know his whereabouts, the other two major religions must know.
Sylvie felt that it was impossible for Su Ming to mix with such obviously non-human monsters as the Plague Cult. Apart from the Hope Cult, the only one he was most likely to come into contact with was the Dream Cult.
Therefore, as long as she made enough noise in the dreamer's town, perhaps Su Ming would notice her and contact her.
Of course, this probability is so small that it can be ignored, and it can only be regarded as an additional benefit of testing the strength of the person in the dream.
"Go ask them where the nearest town of the dreamer is. I want to go there. Um, and... you don't have to follow me this time." Sylvie touched her chin and said slowly.
"I understand." Jiang Yichuang nodded in agreement.
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"This is really tricky. What should we do next?" Su Ming sighed. At this moment, he and Arthur were sitting in the courtyard enjoying the scenery.
In the palace of the dreamer, the courtyard is decorated better than the back garden of the old nobles. It has all kinds of flowers and plants, swings, small lakes, cradles, and even what it shouldn’t have. It is so fancy that it looks like the Garden of Eden.
What’s even more exaggerated is that there is a bed on the grass. Sometimes, Su Ming can see people doing things that can only be done in the boudoir in broad daylight.
At first, Arthur and Su Ming were both very surprised, but they got used to it after a few days. The atmosphere of decadence and hedonism here is very contagious. Ordinary people living here have almost abandoned their sense of shame and pursue happiness completely based on their instinctive desires.
Except for their normal cognitive level, the rest of the group has basically gone crazy. Su Ming and Arthur notice some people disappearing every day, and also see some new people coming in. When those new people first come in and see this scene, they are all very shy, but after a few days they will be like everyone else.
In this crazy palace, the only ones who can stay awake for a long time, apart from those in their dreams and the palace servants, are Su Ming and Arthur.
Watching these exaggerated scenes, Su Ming's mind became clear, and he could clearly feel that he did not belong here.
"Here it comes again. This is such perverted madness." Arthur muttered.
Su Ming retracted his gaze and asked, "Did Ansiriel come to find you?"
"No, he came to see me once on the first day, and he hasn't come since then."
Perhaps because of her love for Su Ming, Ansiriel no longer went to look for Arthur, who was Su Ming's friend, so Arthur was lucky enough to eat and drink comfortably and was not physically harmed.
"That's good. I didn't come looking for you. If you had touched her, you would probably be playing with those lunatics in the garden now."
"How did you deal with that woman? I noticed that the way she looked at you was not right," said Arthur.
"Why are you asking this? It's useless even if you know it. I told you not to come in. It's useless." Su Ming changed the subject.
Arthur frowned. "I'm useless now, but what if a fight breaks out? I can always help, right?"
"Dream people seem difficult to deal with. Have you ever seen a dream person fight?"
“No.”
"Since the people in the dream can compete with the superiors of the Plague Cult, I think their strength should be similar to that of the Plague Messenger and the Corruptor." Su Ming said.
Arthur's expression became more serious. It's not like he had never thought about this before. He never underestimated the man in his dream. The biggest reason why he and Liu Feiyun had been living in this city was because of the unknown strength of the man in his dream.
"But the Plague Messenger acts alone, and the Dreamers work as a team, so I think the individual strength of the Dreamers should be weaker than that of the Plague Messenger. If there is only one Dreamer... I think you and I should still have a chance of winning." Arthur said seriously.
Su Ming didn't say anything. If it was just a single person in the dream, he should be able to win. After all, he even killed the plague messenger.
But it is useless to just kill the body of the dreamer, you must find the real body.
Su Ming looked at Arthur beside him. Arthur was lying on a chair, swinging his legs, looking at the garden blankly, relaxed and lazy.
"Arthur, are you too relaxed?" Su Ming said, "We are still in another world."
"What if I don't relax? If I don't want to relax, I can just leave this city. I'll have nightmares every day outside, and my nerves will be tense all the time.
As for me, I can’t think of a way to leave here, let alone how to get rid of the white fog.
If someone could tell me what to do, I could still move, but if someone wants me to go outside and look for illusory hope... I can't hold on any longer."
Su Ming frowned and said provocatively, "You are too negative, aren't you? You still want to be the district chief?"
"Ha! District chief? I've been thinking about it these past few days, and it turns out that you, Su Ming, are more suitable to be the district chief than me." Arthur stood up from the recliner, looked at Su Ming seriously, and said, "I'm serious. If I can get out, I will withdraw from the election for district chief immediately and support you to be the district chief."
Su Ming was confused. He heard what Arthur said, it didn't sound like a joke at all, he was serious.
