Chapter 532 – The Awakened Great Scholar

Chapter 532 – The Awakened Great Scholar

Lucrecia was suddenly out of the dream world, and it took several seconds for her mind to calm down before she opened her eyes, and then she took a long breath, opened her eyes on the chair, and slowly looked around the room, confirming the several “Suggestive Objects” that she had set up in the lab ahead of time.

The first thing to do after awakening from a bizarre dream was never to get up immediately, but to calm her mind and confirm the details of the real world in case she was trapped by a double dream.

A few moments later, she confirmed the details of the real world, that she had completely detached herself from the dream, and that Master Talan-El had awakened as well.

The great elven scholar was in a sorry state, bound by several ropes to a post not far away, his head swollen with a lump, while the clockwork doll Luni was on full alert next to him, carrying a sharp kitchen knife.

“Ms. Lucrecia, you’re finally awake!” Seeing the “Witch of the Sea” waking up, the great scholar immediately begged for help in a loud voice, “Your servants tied me up! I don’t know what I did wrong ……”

Lucrecia immediately frowned, “Luni, what’s going on?”

“He suddenly yelled in his sleep, woke up and jumped up from his bed, and banged his head on your lab table,” Luni reported with a serious face while grasping the kitchen knife, “I think he was contaminated by a nightmare, and tied him up to prevent secondary damage.”

The great scholar protested loudly at once, “How many times have I told you, you wooden head! I was only frightened in my dream! I met Duncan Abnomar! Being a normal person with a normal mind doesn’t allow me to be woken up in terror when I see him in my dreams?”

Lucrecia’s expression suddenly twisted as she listened to the words of the two “people” in front of her, and she pursed her lips as she also just woke up from the shock, and stood up from her chair, “Luni, put down the chopper, and cut Mr. Scholar loose – what he said is true. is true.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The clockwork mannequin immediately bowed her head, and with a clean downward swing of the kitchen knife in her hand, she severed the ropes from Taran-El’s body, and then with a flick of her wrist, the sharp blade that shone with a chilling light was received by her into some dark compartment of her body.

Taran-El broke free from her bonds and stumbled forward two lumbering steps before finally getting to her feet, unable to resist glaring back at the dull clockwork figure, “You wooden head!”

The clockwork mannequin, however, didn’t care at all about the great scholar’s annoyance, and simply took a step to his mistress’ side, while speaking curiously, “The old master is here?”

“He ……’s ‘here’ in every sense of the word,” Lucrecia said with a slight hesitation as the corners of her mouth quivered a bit, then she waved her hand to the side, and a chair then floated over from the corner of the room and landed in front of her. corner and floated over and landed in front of her, “Mr. Taran-El, why don’t you sit down, I have some things to learn.”

Mr. Taran El moved his aching arms and mumbled as he sat down in front of the “Witch of the Sea”, muttering to himself, “I’ll just come, I won’t be able to get there for a while anyway. …… “

Lucrecia silently listened to these words, did not say anything, just reached out to a short cabinet beside her, from the depths of the cabinet, touched out a bottle of potion, casually placed on the top of the cabinet.

Taran-El watched her actions curiously, “What is that?”

“It’s a ‘witch’s potion’ to be used later,” Lucrecia said casually, clearly not intending to answer positively, and then changed the subject directly, “Regarding the dream during the sun’s extinction, and the one just now. There’s something I’d like to ask – I know we’ve communicated briefly in the dream world, but given the dream world’s blocking of the subconscious, there are some things you may not have realized at the time, so now I need you to recall it all properly again in your waking state.”

Noticing the seriousness in the words of the lady across from him, Taran-El’s expression immediately followed suit, his scholarly demeanor returning to him, “Yes, go ahead and ask, I’m already feeling quite a bit clearer now.”

“You went to observe the surface of Vision 001 during the sun’s extinction, and this is the sketch you left behind,” Lucrecia was not polite, casually pulling out the crumpled draft paper and handing it to the other party, “Is this it?”

“That’s right, this is what I drew.”

“I’ve already checked, this drawing itself doesn’t carry mental contamination, but the content in the picture is confusing and disturbing, you depicted these confusing lines like branches on the surface of that ‘sphere’, but after my analysis, many of these lines seem to have been drawn near the end of the drawing when they were suddenly Many of these lines appear, upon my analysis, to have been suddenly and haphazardly scribbled near the end of the painting, in order to conceal the original, clearer look of the picture; do you have a memory of this?”

Taran-El’s brow furrowed instantly.

He reached out and took the sketch paper Lucrecia handed him, looking at the spherical image covered in misshapen lines, his frown tightening as his mind fell into contemplation and recollection.

Lucrecia’s words came from the opposite side: “A very important question is, do you really remember all the details of what happened between the time you finished observing the surface of the sun and the time you fell into a deep sleep? It looks like you are also confused by these messy lines on the screen ……” “I …… do seem a little confused,” Taran-El spoke slowly, “It does look like obvious smearing marks, but I don’t remember why I would want to overwrite all the details of the previous image …… seems ……”

He paused abruptly, deliberating over and over before hesitantly continuing, “Perhaps I was seeing something extremely horrific? Or a truth that shouldn’t be publicized? I drew it out uncontrollably, only to suddenly come to my senses before operating the ‘swiftware’ and scrambled to cover it up …… But for some reason, I wanted to send it out again …… “

Even though there was still some confusion, even though there was obviously a break in his memory, Taran-El’s reason and logic as a senior scholar still prevailed as he analyzed what had happened to him, and then his expression suddenly froze, “How many people have all seen this piece of paper so far?”

“A small number of senior scholars from the Academy of Truth,” Lucrecia nodded, “The original is still with me, and what they have seen is only what you have scribbled on it, and I have already warned them about it, plus your slumber is a sign to all, so there is no need to worry about someone taking this sketch and privately to analyze and recover the images you saw, but the Boundless Sea is so large that it cannot be ruled out if another ‘brave’ has done something as bold as you.”

Taran El nodded thoughtfully, and then he heard the Witch continue, “What do you remember about that dream? How did you enter it? Did your consciousness ever sink to its true ‘last level’?”

“All I remember is that I woke up standing in that ‘forest’, like some old books describe it, a boundless dense forest, the place of origin of the elves …… My mind seemed to be very slow in that dream world. The sounds I heard, the intelligence I perceived, and the reactions I made to the outside world all seemed to be separated by a thick barrier ……”

Taran-El said while reminiscing, then suddenly frowned again.

“There is one strange thing though, and that is that shortly after you appeared, my mind did ‘sink’ for a time, yet it was not into the last layer of the dream world, but rather a …… seemingly A place of transition between ‘layers’ and ‘layers’, where many misplaced lights and shadows were intertwined, as if several vastly differentiated dreams were projecting onto each other, and in that chaotic region, there were many, many hazy figures surrounding me ……”

“Many shadowy figures?” Lucrecia instantly interrupted the other party, “Please describe it clearly, is that a phantom in a dream, or a ‘dreamer’ like you?”

“I don’t know, my mind was near frozen at the time, I could only sense their presence but couldn’t accurately describe exactly what they were, but one thing is for sure …… it wasn’t a phantom,” Taran-El said with a serious expression. “They tangibly existed, if not as other ‘dreamers’, then as other ‘mental entities’ that were contained within that dream.”

“I see,” Lucrecia nodded with a stoic expression, then exhaled slightly, “This is …… really crucial information.”

“Let’s hope this comes in handy,” Taran-El said with a look of sincerity, then glanced at the piece of draft paper he was holding, “So about this sketch ……”

“I now think it best to keep this out of the hands of unusual scholars, whatever it is that you have ‘scribbled’ away, that is clearly harmful to the common man,” Lucrecia reached out and drew the draft paper back, “afterward I’ll let father take a look at it, maybe he’ll think of something.”

Taran-El blinks at that and reacts for a moment before nodding, “Oh indeed, Captain Duncan is surely not afraid of what is hidden in this image, so let’s wait until he arrives, I’m in no hurry ……”

“Ah, that’s the other thing I wanted to tell you,” Lucrecia adjusted her sitting position with good grace and looked Taran-El in the eye, “My father has arrived in Lightwind Harbor.”

Taran-El’s eyes widened and his expression stiffened momentarily.

“Perhaps it was the special effect of the sun going out that allowed the Lost Country to reach its destination in an instant,” Lucrecia nodded, “He would be interested in talking to you face to face, or inviting you to his ship – about the sun going out matter, he is very concerned.”

Taran-El continues to freeze for a few seconds, his eyes finally fluttering as if momentarily awake, before he leans back with a breath of cold air and his body leans back – the

Lucrecia watched expressionlessly, blandly picking up the potion bottle that had been placed on the low cabinet earlier and handing it to Luni, the mannequin standing by, “Fill it in for Mr. Taran-El.”

With an oh-oh, Luni took the potion and went forward to carry out her mistress’s order, while Lucrecia looked at the great scholar who was being dosed with medicine and nodded in satisfaction.

“See, it came in handy.”

Today’s “Witch of the Sea” had once again succeeded in preventing Master Taran El from dying suddenly on his ship.

(End of chapter)