It seemed that it was not until Lucrecia reminded him that Taran El suddenly realized the incongruity of the environment. He turned his head in astonishment and looked out the window. After seeing the lush tree that blocked most of the sunlight outside the window, he was stunned for a long time before his face changed and he quickly walked to the window.

He stood at the window and looked out at the big tree, with a puzzled look on his face. He seemed still unsure which one was wrong, his memory or the reality before his eyes. After a moment, he finally reacted and immediately shook his head: "No, there is no such tree."

The scholar raised his hand and pointed to the roof opposite the tree: "Remember the time when the sun went out? I jumped out of this window and landed on the roof opposite - there was definitely no shelter from the tree at that time."

Lucrecia also came to the window and looked down at the big tree - she saw that it was rooted in a corner of the courtyard, and its location seemed particularly abrupt, but part of its roots had emerged from the soil and merged with the nearby steps and the ground, as if it had been rooted here for a long time.

She turned around and saw the solemn expression on Taran El's face.

"The dream of the Nameless One is still growing, ma'am," the great scholar broke the silence, his tone serious and low, "some parts of it... can already spread into the real world during the day."

"It's not just spreading, Master," Lucrecia reminded. "If I hadn't reminded you, you wouldn't even have noticed the abnormality of this tree now - and even I didn't realize that something was wrong until such a long time later. Remember? When I walked into this room, it was already outside the window."

Taran El did not speak, but looked out the window with a serious expression, looking at the nameless tree that had taken root in the real world, looking at the streets and rooftops in the distance, and looking at the entire city-state within his sight.

"It is difficult for people to notice the strangeness of the dream itself... The subconscious mind will rationalize all the strangeness in the dream to prevent us from being scared to death by our own dreams." After being silent for an unknown period of time, the great scholar finally turned his head and said, "The boundary between reality and dreams is blurred, ma'am, perhaps in the near future, the entire Breeze Harbor will never wake up again. No one knows whether the city-state will still exist at that time, or in what form it will exist... We must stop the dream of the nameless from continuing to grow."

"Take your information and clear your mind, organize your thoughts, and go to see Governor Sarah Meier. He needs help now," Lucrecia said. "It's best to go see Ted as well. The keeper of the truth is probably in a state of panic."

"I'll leave right away," Taran El said immediately, but then he couldn't help but look at Lucrecia, "...what about you?"

This "witch" is not from Light Wind Port, but she is obviously now intervening in this matter. Based on Taran El's understanding of Lucrecia, she will definitely not stand idly by at the critical moment.

"I have as much to do as you do," Lucrecia waved her hand, her figure gradually blurring out. "The Nameless Man's Dream will surely appear again. I have to prepare for tonight. Besides, my sights are not limited to Breeze Harbor."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Taran El could react, the witch's figure suddenly turned into flying colorful pieces of paper, and flew out of the room in a sudden whirlwind.

In the port area, on the upper deck of the Brilliant Star docked at the shore, flying colorful pieces of paper spun into the cabin and re-condensed into the figure of the sea witch.

A tin sailor made of scrap iron, bolts and water pipes came forward immediately. He bowed to the captain with creaking steps and said, "Madam, Mr. Tirian is looking for you. He called you an hour ago."

"I know, I feel it," Lucrecia said quickly, "Go find some helpers, move all the cameras and video equipment in the warehouse to the deck, aim them at the dock of Breeze Harbor, set the timer, and record the changes in Breeze Harbor after nine o'clock tonight. Go."

The tin sailor immediately bent down and said, "Yes, mistress."

The rusty sailor left, the creaking footsteps gradually faded away. Lucrecia frowned and glanced at his back, muttering softly: "It's time to oil it..."

Then she shook her head, walked over to the crystal ball, and waved her hand to light up the crystal.

After a moment's patient waiting, Tirian's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

"You seem to be busy there, too," Tirian said as soon as they met. "Is the situation in Breeze Harbor still getting worse?"

"Today I saw a tree outside of Taran El's laboratory, a tree that 'grew' from the dream to the real world," Lucrecia said calmly, "This city is gradually falling into the dream of the nameless one, or the dream of the nameless one is slowly 'floating' from the real world - in any case, the problem here is indeed getting serious. But let's talk about your side first. The news came so early in the morning, it seems that what I was worried about has happened."

"Three cases of 'sleeping sickness' have been reported in the elven settlement near Cemetery No. 2," Tirian said without hesitation. "Three elves are in a coma, but no other diseases have been found. The situation is very similar to the sleeping sickness case in the city-state of Plander you mentioned earlier, but the difference is that this time the psychiatrist's hypnosis and dream intervention methods are ineffective."

"Hypnosis and dream intervention are ineffective..."

"Yes, according to the psychiatrist's report, the three elves are very similar to those who are 'dreamless' - you should know this special 'congenital defect' among elves," Tirian nodded, "The psychiatrist couldn't find the entrance to the dreams of the three 'patients' at all. It's as if their spirits have fallen into an endless void and have disappeared from the real world... If all means of awakening them are ineffective, we can only rely on transfusing nutrient solution to maintain their vital signs."

Lucrecia's brows gradually furrowed, and she remained silent in deep thought.

Tirian's voice continued, "I'm not worried about the current situation. Three unconscious patients won't put any pressure on the city-state, but I'm worried about how the situation will develop. Frost is located on the northern border, and the elves have always liked the border. There are thousands of elves registered in this city-state, and they are distributed in various urban areas. If this 'slumber' spreads quickly, the order that Frost has finally stabilized will probably face another shock."

"I know, but you'd better be mentally prepared," Lucrecia finally said, "Dad is trying to find the source of the Nameless Man's Dream, but it will take time. From what you mentioned, the impact of this dream is not even limited to Breeze Harbor, but directly affects the 'elves' race... There are clues that point to the elves' original beliefs and involve gods. You should know how troublesome this is."

The corners of Tirian's mouth trembled noticeably. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke cautiously, "If, I mean if, in the worst case scenario, you might really have to fight against an out-of-control Old God, not a descendant of the sun, nor a replica in the deep sea, but a god trapped in the memory of the race... What do you think of your father..."

Lucrecia knew what her brother was going to say.

They, the siblings, hadn't worried about their father in many years - or rather, they had worried before, but in a completely different direction.

They are all a little uncomfortable discussing this matter now.

After several seconds, Lucrecia finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I will cheer him on and then stand far away and watch."

Tirian: "..."

"What else?" Lucrecia glanced at her brother in the crystal ball. "Like you, rush forward and get beaten up by my father? How many poisonous mushrooms do I have to eat to get involved in a battle of that level?"

Tirian's expression was very subtle: "...I know, but can you please stop mentioning that I was beaten by my father..."

"Then you see, the striptease was discovered by dad."

"… Let's change the subject."

Lucrecia ended the call casually.

The sea witch had a happy expression on her face.

My brother seems to be in good spirits, which is good.

She sat in front of the crystal ball for a while, sorting out her thoughts, then raised her hand and tapped the surface of the crystal ball again.

“Rabbi, I know you’re listening.”

A faint light floated in the depths of the crystal ball. After a moment, the shrill voice of the rabbi, like that of a little girl, came from the crystal ball: "Mistress, shhh, the rabbi is acting in secret..."

"It seems that you have found where they are hiding," Lucrecia said calmly, "Can you confirm which city-state it is?"

"It doesn't seem to be a city-state," the glimmer in the crystal ball slowly changed in brightness, and the rabbi's voice sounded quite proud, "I looked through their memories, and this seems to be a ship..."

"A ship?"

"Well, these cultists built a ship," the rabbi said proudly, deliberately lengthening his voice in a rather annoying and infuriating rhythm, "There's a smell of blood everywhere here!"

Lucrecia was stunned for a moment. She didn't pay attention to the rabbi's deliberately annoying tone, but gradually showed an expression of surprise and joy on her face.

The rabbi found a sea base of those cultists? !

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The waves hit the hull outside the cabin, the pressure relief valve of the steam pipe hissed in the cabin partition, and a disturbing sound came from the direction of the engine room - the thin man sat up from the bed, his depressed mood made his already gloomy face even gloomier.

He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then picked up the wine glass next to him and drank the contents in one gulp.

Last night's operation was not smooth. The carefully planned operation was interrupted by a sudden unexpected situation. The girl who was working with the Deep Hound suddenly burst out with a terrible and strange power, instantly destroying the remnants of the Sun - this was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

The terrifying and oppressive feeling brought about by the wildly spreading flames still lingers in the hearts of every church member who was close to the scene at that time.

The sinister man sighed, put down his wine glass, and stood up from the bed.

Resting in the room for a whole morning won't relieve the pressure. Maybe I should go and see how other people are doing.

He shook his head, stood by the bed to sober up, then turned and walked towards the door.

But at this moment, he saw something out of the corner of his eye and stopped subconsciously.

He bent down and looked at the white, fluffy thing at the end of the bed—

"cotton?"