Chapter 055 Midnight Flight

An outrageous day will definitely be outrageous from morning to night.

Just like now, in his sleep, Garcia felt like he was floating up and down.

One hour ago.

Garcia was robbed by Uncle Snow Leopard on the road, and then had to take Uncle Snow Leopard back to his own bedroom to sleep.

The beautiful and plump snow leopard was not shy at all. He asked Garcia to go to the bathroom and wring out a wet towel to clean his paw pads. After that, he jumped onto the bed and went to sleep. He seemed to be considerate and left a place for Garcia to curl up on his side so that he could barely lie down.

"Kid, I allow you to sleep under my belly."

Uncle Snow Leopard said as he combed his paws.

It feels that it is very generous and magnanimous.

Unexpectedly, the blond boy shook his head.

The snow leopard was unhappy at that time, and its sharp claws flashed with cold light and popped out from its pads, wanting to teach this ungrateful child a lesson.

Garcia, standing by, was completely unaware of the danger.

He searched the closet for a blanket of suitable thickness while turning back to explain, "Well, it's a different season. I have rhinitis, and coming into contact with animal... oh no, orc hair makes me sneeze easily. I'm afraid I'll spray my snot or saliva in your face."

So that's how it is?

This explanation barely satisfied Uncle Snow Leopard, and he felt that he respected him very much.

He was no longer angry, but waved his big paw, which had been retracted, and signaled Garcia to handle it himself.

Then he put his big head on his paws and began to sleep with a gurgling sound.

Garcia took a blanket and went to the living room outside to spend the night.

He was not lying, he did have rhinitis, which was particularly severe during the transition from spring to summer.

Perhaps because he had experienced too many things today, Garcia curled up on the sofa and fell asleep in a short while.

In the dream, consciousness floats up and down.

It's like riding a small boat, floating in the boundless calm sea.

Garcia opened his eyes.

He was sitting on a huge white object.

He was surrounded by quiet, dark blue mist, curling around him. Something as soft and ethereal as a cloud slowly drifted over his body.

After a brief moment of confusion, Garcia realized that it was not the clouds that were moving past him.

Rather, he was flying—the huge white object under his feet, whose entire shape could not be seen clearly, was carrying him across the night sky.

But it's not real.

Garcia knew he was dreaming.

But why do I have such a dream?

Just as he was wondering, the perspective suddenly turned without any warning, like riding a roller coaster, a strong visual impact suddenly hit him -

The sun had just risen, but the Bogheria market was already packed with people. Early birds squatted in front of oilcloths to select seafood. A horse-drawn carriage hurried to the suburbs, passing by centaurs who had just walked out of the valley. One of the gray-haired centaurs, as usual, checked the farms for safety hazards when passing by. The newly ordered incense had arrived from the Holy See, and many priests in charge of logistics were lighting the incense sticks and inserting them in the outdoor flower beds.

His sight suddenly swept across the entire East Continent at a high speed. In the west, it was midnight. A young man with a face that was extremely familiar to Garcia suddenly woke up from his dream, his expression collapsed, and he was cursing. Not far away on the coast, among the reefs, a sea-blue figure suddenly jumped out of the water.

Gliding low along the sea level, passing over stone slabs and grass, the vegetation became more and more lush, but also revealed a hint of grayness. At the end, there was a huge tree shining with a bright light. One of its fruits failed to hatch successfully, fell to the ground, and instantly lost its vitality; at the other end of the forest, it was as bad as a typhoon, the land was full of broken walls and ruins, many wild beasts were rampant, and some half-orcs with partial bestial features were shivering in the only remaining tree house.

Further back, there seems to be a cemetery...

Garcia was about to take a closer look when he was suddenly pulled back by a powerful force.

The vision was pitch black, and in that darkness, a crack slowly opened.

"Who are you?"

Staring at Garcia was a pair of red square pupils that blocked out the sun.

…

Garcia woke up with a start.

"Hmm..." He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, but was dizzy from the sunlight and closed his eyelids again.

He covered his heart with his hands and breathed in small breaths.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Daming asked with concern. He and Snow Leopard were both in the room. "We couldn't wake you up just now. Did something happen?"

Garcia didn't say anything. He was still immersed in the wonderful feeling and the final terrifying eye contact, and hadn't recovered yet.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again and said to the anxious man and leopard, "It's okay, I just slept for too long and feel a little dizzy."

Garcia's expression was obviously not good, but he seemed unwilling to say more.

Daming had no choice but to stop asking questions and instead poured him a cup of tea. He clapped his hands, signaling the priest waiting outside to bring in the cart.

"Would you like to have breakfast in the bedroom today?" After drinking a large cup of calming tea, Garcia finally felt better.

"It's not breakfast," Damien replied as he placed the plate on the table. "Eli isn't in a good condition to be around right now, and the high priest is busy, so I'll have to trouble you to eat with him."

Garcia nodded indifferently.

He was still holding the teacup, his eyes blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until he heard a rough, gurgling laugh that Garcia's consciousness was completely brought back to reality.

It was the old snow leopard who gracefully raised his paw, pointed out the window, and said mockingly, "Kid, you should take a good look outside."

Garcia subconsciously looked in the direction of his claw pointing.

Outside, the sun was high in the sky and shining brightly, without a single shadow from any tree.

"So, it's already afternoon..." Garcia murmured.

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That afternoon, while walking to the Glass House for class accompanied by Daming, Garcia suddenly realized, "Oh my god, that perspective in my dream must have been copied from Happy Valley's 'Crossing 30° North Latitude'!"

"Huh? What were you saying just now?" Daming only heard a very low voice from a distance and asked immediately.

Garcia looked gloomy: "Nothing."

After thinking for a moment, he asked him again, "Is the Archangel also in there?"

Daming replied, “Not really sure.”

Garcia sighed and walked out of the greenhouse. He had to go in alone to attend class, so he said goodbye to Daming.

Daming noticed Garcia's hesitation, assuming it was because of what happened last night, so he said reassuringly, "If you have any questions, just ask the High Priest directly."

Garcia nodded, took a deep breath and walked in.

Sure enough, not only the high priest, but also the handsome archangel was sitting at the round table.

One of them has long white hair, and the other has long silver hair that shines like diamonds. They have similar figures and even some similarities in their facial features, except that one has a gentler temperament and the other is more severe.

Like a pair of brothers.

The thought flashed through Garcia's mind.

Then he looked at the two of them, forced a weak smile, and bowed slightly to greet them.

"No need to formalize, just proceed as usual." The high priest waved his hand gently, creating a gust of wind, and an invisible force lifted Garcia up. "Come and sit down first. I have something to ask you."

So Garcia walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.

In front of the round table, the three of them stood in a tripod shape.

Jophiel kept staring at Garcia with an intimidating gaze, which made Garcia very uncomfortable. He wanted to ask the archangel to stop looking, but he didn't have the courage.

It was the high priest who helped him out.

"Okay, stop staring at me. It's rude." The high priest pressed Jophiel's head. "Have some tea, Jophiel."

Jophiel? Is that the Archangel's name?

Garcia also drank a sip of tea. He was now in a state of mixed embarrassment and helplessness, and could only use some body movements to relieve his discomfort.

"I'm sorry." A clear male voice came from my ear.

Garcia was startled and couldn't help spitting a mouthful of tea back into the cup.

"Tsk tsk." The high priest clicked his tongue twice in disdain, waved his hand, moved the cups and plates in front of Garcia away, and replaced them with a new set.

Garcia took a deep breath and turned to look at the archangel who had been silent but suddenly apologized.

He smirked and said, "I don't understand what you mean, and besides, you have nothing to apologize to me for."

To his surprise, the silver-haired man named Jophiel said firmly, "Yes."

"Amber said that I shouldn't appear in front of you without clothes. That's very rude."

"You shouldn't have developed symptoms while you were hanging on me. That's called playing rogue."

"You shouldn't let Wheel Eyeball make you... um..."

The high priest suddenly attacked and covered his mouth tightly.

High Priest: “…”

Garcia: “…”

High Priest: "Drink tea, drink tea."

Garcia: “Okay, okay.”

"Hmm..." He frowned and hesitated twice, as if he felt that this was a bit stupid. He forcibly pulled the hand covering his mouth away and said unhappily, "Amber, it was you who said that I should apologize sincerely after seeing Garcia."

That look was particularly upright and pure.

Garcia also looked at the high priest with a condemning look, as if asking, "Did you teach him those vicious words he just said?"

The high priest couldn't help but cover his eyes and said helplessly, "Yes, I asked you to apologize, but I didn't ask you to say it so bluntly. Some things can't be said... Never mind, I think you still don't understand what I mean. Come to my bedroom tonight and I'll talk to you in detail."

In response, Yophiel put the teacup heavily on the table.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, he clearly expressed his displeasure.

This made Garcia feel very novel - he originally thought that the archangel who was high and mighty would actually have the same reflex reactions as humans and a transparent mind like a cub.

Why is it so cute?

Thinking of this, the corners of Garcia's lips curled up.

The high priest, who had been observing Garcia's reaction, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had relaxed a little.

He quickly called the servants waiting outside to bring in some snacks.

Trying to straighten out the weird atmosphere in the greenhouse and get it back to business mode.

He smiled slightly and got to the point: "So, Garcia, let's talk about what you saw in your dream last night?"

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