Marvel Magic Event Book

He dreamed of a large ship filled with shackled black-skinned slaves. Salomon did not hear any shouts from the oarsmen. The large ship with black sails was as silent as the dead as it entered the port. Not even the slaves uttered a sob, only the sound of the clashing chains replaced their throats.He stood in the garden high above the port, overlooking the black galleys in the port. Behind him were large bushes of roses in full bloom and the never-ending silver-white fountain. Withered yellow leaves were everywhere, and the white marble statues had blurred faces. crack.

With the salty breeze blowing across the sea and the towering cliffs, not even the red and white roses blooming behind Salomon could stop the strange stench from the black galley.He saw a businessman with an exaggerated mouth walking out of the boat. He had squinting eyes and two bulges on his turban.The businessman's face was repulsive, but his goods were popular--those were extremely beautiful large rubies, which were the only way to obtain rubies in the city. The sailors could only endure the stench and smoke The strongest tobacco to suppress his nausea.

Salomon walked down the stairs. In his dream, he seemed to be wearing a golden robe with extremely gorgeous patterns.He came to the cobbled pier, passed by sailors carrying vegetables and catch, passed by drunken prostitutes and clients, and the businessmen in turbans quickly lowered their heads and bowed respectfully to him after seeing him.Salomon didn't know why others respected him so much, but he didn't mind others' politeness. He endured the stench and greeted the businessman with a smile.

The businessman opened his mouth and said a lot of words in that disgusting voice that he didn't understand, but Salomon felt that he should understand.The businessman smiled and took out a strange wine bottle from behind. This bottle was hollowed out from a large piece of ruby. It was also engraved with strange patterns. Matching it, there were two ruby ​​wine glasses. The businessman Signaling Salomon to taste the wine he brought.

For some reason, the mystic didn't resist the invitation and poured the wine into the cup.But just as he was about to drink the glass of wine, a cat's growl interrupted him.Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of cats singing one after another. Salomon looked around. Many fat cats suddenly appeared and crowded the dock. They hooked Salomon's robe with their claws and climbed up his shoulders and arms.There were so many cats, orange, black and white, tortoiseshell, snow-white, pure black, long-haired and short-haired, that Salomon had to drop the wine glass in his hand and drink it. These furry guys cuddle.Those cats that failed to pounce fiercely scratched the businessman with their claws until the businessman fled.

When Salomon threw down the ruby ​​wine glass, the anger of these cats disappeared immediately. They instead purred sweetly, rubbed against the mystic's legs, and covered his robes with short hairs of various colors.The fattest cat seemed to be gray. It skillfully got into the most comfortable place in Salomon's arms, and it purred the loudest.

It was a bad dream, nothing good except the cats.

Salomon suddenly sat up from the bed, and the Cheshire cat sleeping on his chest fell onto the piled quilts.The cold silver key on his chest made the Mystic Master wake up completely, and he felt cold sweat on his back.

The cat woke up from its sweet dream and screamed dissatisfied. It was not injured, just a little angry.The mystic reached out and touched its round, furry gray head, then reached for the wand on the bedside and pressed it on his temple, extracting the dream he still remembered and putting it into a glass bottle - for that dream he He still remembered something. This was not the first time he dreamed of that dock and that businessman.Every time he was unable to control himself in the dream, but every time, the cats came to help him.

Ever since the Hellbreather incident and the warning he received, that dream had been coming to him in the middle of the night from time to time.This was not his initiative, and he didn't know who put these dreams into his mind. The only thing that was certain was that this weird dream was not a good thing.

Salomon didn't know what would happen if he drank the wine handed to him by the merchant in his dream, but it would definitely be as bad as this dream.

After knowing his symptoms, the Supreme Master specifically asked him to record every dream. The Supreme Master also asked Salomon to sleep at the Kama Taj headquarters before solving the problem. The Supreme Master went there. Wallonia sought a solution and has yet to return.

He would be much safer here.

Maybe this matter is related to the awakening of the one-eyed alien, maybe the demon from the dream dimension has invaded his dream, or maybe this is Mephisto's trick, but until more information is revealed, even the Venerable can't Sure.The dream-protecting spell cast by the Supreme Mage cannot always protect Salomon, because the spell is time-limited. He must learn to seek the power of Hogos to protect himself, or drink the panacea. Have a lucid dream.

But after the effect of the medicine or spell ends, this dream will always come unexpectedly. Fortunately, there are still those cats.

The Mystic Master knew where his allies came from. The king sitting on the opal throne was protecting his dream, but if he could not solve the problem, this dream would always haunt him.Perhaps he can find peace after giving up the silver key on his chest, bidding farewell to the ultimate mystery of the universe, giving up the pursuit of the divergence of destiny, and letting the gods control him.

Damn Nyarlathotep!This must be His trick!Salomon was the first to find someone to blame. Without knowing the culprit, it was certainly right to blame Naiya first.

Salomon sighed and picked up the cat. He tucked the warm Cheshire cat into the quilt and tried to fall asleep again.Due to the time difference, Salomon's sleeping time coincided with the training time of the apprentices. He could only cover his head with the quilt to isolate all the noise.

He was tired, both mentally and physically. He needed sleep, but he was likely to fall into strange dreams again.But it doesn't matter, Salomon unlocked the stigmata - since this dream is weird enough, let's try how long this dream can last under the huge memory.

Casilios immediately handed over command after learning about this incident and rushed back from Canada. When Salomon got up to eat, he happened to meet him.In other words, it was no coincidence that Casilios was waiting for him. Before that, he had just had a quarrel with Mordo. Modo thought that Casilios was too irresponsible and gave him the task given by His Holiness. He was handed over to others, and Cassilios accused Mordo of being too indifferent to his companions.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look tired."

"Uh-huh~" Salomon shook his head listlessly, holding two white porcelain bowls, one large and one small, in his arms. The large bowl contained rice, meat and vegetables, and the small bowl was filled with fish. This was what he and Cheshire Cat's Lunch.He has no appetite, and the bland taste suits him right now.

"Maybe you should have a glass of whiskey." Casilios shrugged and followed Salomon to the seat. "Believe me, you won't have dreams after drinking."

"Have you ever had such a dream?" Salomon asked.

"Are you talking about bad dreams?" Cassilios was silent for a while, "Many, just like you, those dreams linger in my mind day and night, and I dream about her every day."

"she?"

"My wife." Casilios's voice sank with the corners of his eyes, "I dream about her every night. I dream that she is alive, and then she dies, and every night she dies in front of me. Every time I am resurrected, I feel heartbroken. His Holiness thinks I am unable to let go of my obsession..."

"But this is the handiwork of the Demon God from Extra Dimensions." Salomon interrupted Casilios's thoughts. He didn't want Casilios to continue thinking. "The Lord is right, the Demon God from Extra Dimensions will penetrate into our hearts." Every crack in it, trying to influence our thoughts.”

"No, I want to resurrect her," Cassilios said. "Magic can do it, I firmly believe it."

"It's been too long, Cassilios, it's been too long," Salomon said. "You also know what people are after they can resurrect from the dead. They are undead creatures, not human beings. Those things have no human feelings. . People resurrected using black magic will not have their own consciousness, their thoughts will be changed by negative energy, and they are no longer the same people."

"Then what did you dream about? Did Your Majesty help you solve it?" Casilios changed the subject calmly, "You look troubled."

"I believe it was the work of the demon god from another dimension, but I'm not sure who it is yet. Is it a nightmare or something more terrifying?" Salomon yawned and caught the cat that was dozing in the secret robe. come out.Put it on the table. "Eat quickly, boiled fish without salt." After settling the pet, he looked at Casilios again, "When I determine who is disturbing my dream, I can make targeted decisions. Defense - if the defense fails, I will seek help from Emperor Weishan. Whether it is letting the devil enter my brain or letting Emperor Weishan enter my brain, it seems the same to me."

"I envy you." Casilios sighed, "I really do."

"Envy what?"

"I envy your thoughts, junior brother, you seem to have always been brave."

"I'm scared, Cassilios. Really, don't believe it, every time I sleep now is no different from walking on a tightrope. Do you think I don't want to fall into the arms of the witch?" Salomon muttered in his throat. After a few calls, he said, "But fear can't solve the problem, nor can self-pity. The only way is to kill the initiator."

"Fear and bravery are not in conflict, child. This is what I envy you the most. You always have the courage to fight back."

"You might as well say I'm petty!"