Chapter 409: Hyperion's Invincible Stand
The warden Selena was allowed to leave alone, and the poet of great love did not interfere with her.
It seemed that her mood had calmed down a lot, and she was not too affected by [Falling in the Land of Tenderness], and her figure disappeared.
The poet of great love then looked towards the three priests.
She walked to the three sides of them, entered their dreams one by one, and soon woke them all up quickly.
All three of them looked frightened, then ashamed, they bowed and apologized to the great poet.
"Everyone learns things in their turn, and everyone specializes in their skills. You just need to remember this valuable experience and understand your own weaknesses. Don't blame yourself."
The poet of great love raised his hand indifferently.
"Thank you, sir."
The Tyrant Priest bowed respectfully to the Great Love Poet again.
The poet of great love looked at Hyperion who had been trapped in a dream for a long time and had not left.
In fact, Lanqi could wake up Hyperion quickly.
But as long as there is no danger to her life, let Hyperion rest for a while.
She had certainly had a hard time since her father's disappearance for so long.
"Although reality may be cruel to you, I will try my best to make it a better place for you."
The great poet of love muttered to himself, standing next to Hyperion and closing his eyes.
…
As the sun sets over the Kingdom of Hutton, the light shines through the thin clouds and onto the slowly moving sightseeing train.
This magic rail train travels through the heart of the Kingdom of Hutton, connecting the capital with the border, humanity with nature.
Every detail of the wooden paneling and carvings inside the carriage reveals a light-colored, bright style that is completely different from the northern continent.
The scenery outside the window unfolds like a picture scroll, with green fields, ancient villages dotted among them, occasional vineyards and ancient castles.
The passengers in the car either quietly admired the scenery outside the window or chatted in low voices, enjoying this leisurely journey. The afternoon air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee and red wine, accompanied by the slight sound of train tracks, peaceful and leisurely.
In the window seat, an ordinary couple sat facing each other across the wooden table, and a young girl sat on the wife's side.
They looked like an ordinary family traveling this weekend.
The girl looked a little sleepy, half asleep and half awake, snuggling next to her mother.
"Mother."
Hyperion hugged Ifatia's arms tightly, called her name once and said nothing more, not letting go for a long time.
"What's wrong?"
Ifatia asked softly.
Hyperion shook her head and said nothing.
But he didn't let go.
The feeling of her mother being by her side reminded Hyperion of the gray-haired lady whose appearance she could not remember in her vague dream just now who was also so kind.
She would protect herself from the killer and cover herself with a blanket on a cold night.
But that nightmare was bizarre and terrifying, my father actually disappeared.
How could her father, whom she had always believed to be so powerful that there was no chance of him being defeated, disappear out of thin air? The dream was indeed absurd.
"Father, will you lose?"
Hyperion raised her eyes and looked at the figure sitting by the window opposite.
"Won't."
Duke Migaia still stared at the book in his hands and answered with certainty.
Hyperion looked at the reassuring black-haired figure of Duke Migaia sitting opposite her, which reminded her of a person in her dream.
Despite the completely different temperament, that person seemed to fill the uneasiness in her heart and prevented her from feeling that the dream was a complete nightmare.
"Huprienne."
Her thoughts were lingering in her mind when suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts.
Hyperion looked in the direction of the voice and found that on the train, a young man with black hair and green eyes was sitting on the seat on the other side, with an aisle between them.
It seemed as if I had not noticed this passenger before.
And he was staring at himself.
Hyperion met his gaze.
"Excuse me……?"
"Huprienne, it's time to wake up."
The young man spoke softly, like a mother waking her child up early in the morning, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.
"Who are you?"
Hyperion asked confused.
"I am your partner."
The boy answered.
"What does it mean to wake up?"
Hyperion's eyes were confused. She always felt that the conversation with this black-haired, green-eyed boy made her forgotten memories revive uncontrollably.
"It means you have to leave this dream world with me."
The boy remained patient.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"……?"
Hyperion was stunned.
"No, no matter what, let me take one more look, just one more look."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and like a child who stayed in bed, she wanted to indulge herself for a second longer.
"call……"
Lanqi lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that Hyperion would sink so deeply into the magic of [Falling Tenderness].
If possible, he also hoped that Hyperion could have a sweet dream instead of being awakened by nightmares at night.
But he couldn't leave Hyperion alone with this dangerous magic, which was essentially a killing magic.
"Huprienne, sometimes it seems like just a slight hesitation, but in fact it will be delayed indefinitely until you simply give up."
The black-haired, green-eyed boy spoke slowly, not seeming to mind Hyperion's behavior, and even understood her.
"But if we don't set sail now, we'll never be able to set sail, so trust me and go."
His voice was even, and he stared at Hyperion.
It seemed as if he was ready to take her on a magical journey, or perhaps this was a promise that had already been fulfilled.
This moment.
The sky outside the car window was gradually turning into a sunset, and was dyed with a golden pink, which seemed to be the color of a dazzling morning.
Hyperion stared blankly at the young man and the dawn behind him.
The sweet world gradually melts away, the heartbeat echoes in the sky, repeating in an instant, guiding the dream that cannot be awakened.
Hyperion listened to the clear sound of her own heartbeat and opened her eyes.
She returned to the negative fourth floor of Helrom Prison.
In front of her was still the man with black hair and green eyes, smiling at her just like in the dream.
"Welcome back."
The black-haired, green-eyed poet of great love greeted her as always.
"Well, thank you for always finding me."
Hyperion nodded seriously, with a hint of a smile on her face.
The poet of love was slightly stunned. In his impression, Hyperion seldom smiled, and her smile at this moment was a little different from usual.
"By the way, where's the warden?"
Hyperion looked around, then at the bracelet, and asked curiously.
She found that the three resurrected priests had already woken up.
A lot of time should have passed since I arrived at the negative fourth floor, and the warden has not shown up, but the information on the bracelet shows that I have received a pass from the warden.
What happened when she was dreaming? "The warden is very nice. He will give us a special evaluation. Don't worry."
The poet of great love smiled proudly and said,
"Then we can just go visit the Great Demon Clan without any worries. The Great Demon Clan on this floor is the Guardian Antanas you are looking for."
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Hyperion frowned.
She didn't know what happened in this prison when she was dreaming. But it seemed that she was enjoying it. While enjoying it, Lanqi helped her to get everything done. She was now a little suspicious whether she was the protagonist in a novel or a story, and Lanqi was her invincible cheat. Currently added/total chapters owed: 15/36 (this chapter is finished)