Chapter 162 Laura's Dream
The next day, accompanied by the clear bells of the church and the dense noise of the street below, Camus opened his eyes. It should be the sooner the better to leave here, but the airship often gets lost at night because there are no indicators, so everyone can only rest for a night and set off the next day. As for the steam train, it is not considered because it is slower.
After washing up, Camus put on the new clothes that Laura bought for himself, and smiled at himself in the mirror.
"Great, but I don't have the experience of being a gentleman, so it looks a bit fake... Well... I'm short of a cane, maybe I should have bought a cane a long time ago." Camus in the mirror was wearing a set of exquisitely crafted black clothes. His cuffs were wrapped in a circle of purple lines, and the chest pocket was even more engraved with golden thorn patterns. It looked very noble. Although I don't know how much this suit costs, Camus knows that this suit is worth a lot of money through the comfort and visual enjoyment from his body.
Maybe I have a rich teammate, or a very rich one, Camus thought while turning the brass door handle.
"Squeak... Good morning, Mr. Camus, you look good today." Camus just went out and saw Akali walking out of the next room in a slim purple dress, followed by Susie and Lux. Susie was still wearing a waist-length shirt on the upper body and slim black trousers on the lower body, while Lux stood happily behind Susie in yesterday's dress.
"Good morning, ladies, I'm happy to see you on a pleasant morning." Camus waved and greeted. At this time, the doors of several rooms were opened one after another, and everyone gathered together.
Laura was wearing a black lace dress, white gloves on her hands, a silver-white sapphire necklace on her neck, and the black lace on her chest was emitting a bright golden light, which seemed to be gold powder or some special material.
"Good morning, gentlemen and ladies, I think we should set off." Laura waved her white gloves and led everyone out of the hotel.
"Hmm..." The dazzling sunlight made Camus squint subconsciously. The morning light made the sidewalk reflect dazzling light. A sense of being watched came from the wooden bench not far away.
Camus took the action of avoiding the sunlight and glanced over. He didn't know why he was more sensitive to being watched recently. He could only attribute this to the negative effects of the potion, well... it could also be said to be positive.
After thinking about it, Camus spoke inaudibly, "It should be the guys from the 'Slaughterer Alliance'. It's always right to be careful."
Laura stretched out her hand to stop the three carriages, lifted her long skirt and stepped on them. He also heard Camus' voice and glanced in the direction of the peeping. As long as they were extraordinary people in the field of magic, their inspiration was several times higher than that of ordinary people. Some ordinary peeping could not be hidden from him and others. Since the other party also had extraordinary people, they should also know common sense, so monitoring? Or observation?
After thinking for a while, Laura smiled and nodded at Camus, "I don't think you will refuse the invitation of a lady, or a beautiful lady. My carriage lacks an elegant man." When she said this, Laura's mouth corners slightly raised, as if she thought of something.
Camus nodded slightly and stepped into the carriage. The carriage was filled with an alluring body fragrance. Seeing the guests enter, the coachman slowly drove the carriage towards the airport in the ninth district.
Laura's originally smiling face in the carriage suddenly calmed down. His bright red lips slowly opened and closed, opened and closed, and an invisible ripple affected Camus's thinking. Just when Camus wanted to cheer up, he suddenly heard Laura's ethereal voice.
"I can't force you to enter your dream now. I can only let you relax first and let you enter the dream. I have something to tell you." In the empty and soft voice, Camus's thinking stopped and his eyes slowly closed.
In a prosperous hall, the tall dome exudes a strong majesty. Some complex sculptures on the white marble pillars are looming. A huge and complex sense of oppression fills Camus. Suddenly, the light around him dims. A long marble table appears in the empty hall, and a clear and seductive voice comes slowly.
"The dream world just built may still lack a few chairs." As soon as the voice fell, the bright hall suddenly twisted, and 8 chairs appeared next to the white marble table. Looking at the stone chairs carved with beautiful patterns, Camus took a closer look and found that there were several "hieroglyphs" written above the chairs. These hieroglyphs are shining under the glory of the palace.
Looking at Camus with a dull face, Laura chuckled, "Have you never seen the world of nightmares?"
"I have seen it... but... but" Camus hesitated and spoke with a little embarrassment on his face.
"It's just too bright, or completely different." Laura took over Camus' words and leaned on the marble chair.
"Mr. Camus, you still have too little understanding of the extraordinary. As far as I know, you have only been promoted to the extraordinary level for less than a few months. Maybe you don't even know your own knowledge." Laura's fingers groped the lace on the cuffs, and a calm voice came out of her red lips.
"The nightmare sequence corresponds to dreams. Dreams can be fictional, and what the world constructed by nightmares looks like depends entirely on us. Although we are very weak in the real world, we are invincible in dreams. Of course, I am talking about the same stage." Laura gently said some common sense.
Camus gently sat on the front chair, and his red and blue eyes looked at Laura quietly.
"What are you talking about?" Camus spoke in a low voice, his eyes drooping slightly.
"I can't enter your nightmares now, I can only pull you into my dreams or your dreams through some external influences. What I'm talking about is that thing. There is no place safer than here." Laura sat up straight and gently explained the reason.
"The third golden slate..." Camus' eyes flashed and he said the item.
"Yes..." The concise and powerful voice echoed in the hall.
"Everyone in the world subconsciously believes that the third golden slate is in the hands of Sequence 8, high order, Sword God Kiddy, or Sequence 9 high order, Gluttony Kahamul, but what if one day they say there is no golden slate?" Laura slowly explained the reason, and her words were full of concerns.
"How did Madia get this item? How did he get this item from two high order people?" Camus' eyes flashed when he heard the words, and he said the questions he had always had.
"Gandalf, Gandalf is a member of the Judge family. His ancestors saw the third golden slate in the "Judgment Space", of course only a part of it, but through his information and some extraordinary guidance, we first found this dusty slate in the Eagle Kingdom, but the slate was awakened and leaked some information, leading to the war, but Madia escaped from that battle because he was a special life..." Laura's ethereal voice echoed in the room. She subconsciously glanced at Camus and paused.
"Of course, because Madia is special, ordinary makeup artists can't predict his whereabouts. Of course, except for you, I think no one in the world can find him except you." Laura's red eyes quietly looked at Camus' nose, quietly waiting for his next words.
"Some extraordinary? What extraordinary can find the golden slate?" Camus got some different information from Laura's statement and asked subconsciously.
"In fact, it is the extraordinary thing that the Judges have always believed in, the "Tribunal of Judgment". It suddenly guided Gandalf some time ago. Today we will not discuss this. Let's discuss the arrangement for you or your future path." Laura interrupted Camus's question in a steady tone, looking at Camus' face with wise eyes.
"The future path? What do you mean? Do you have any arrangements for me?" Camus was stunned, and suddenly looked up at Laura.
"Yes..." A short and powerful voice came.