On the other hand, while Mitris was resurrected at the cost of the level of her professional core, Carl also staggered back to the B&B area.

As soon as he entered the house, he fell down and fell asleep without even having the chance to explain why he became what he was now.

On the third level of the dream world, Carl looked at the dream world that had returned to a stable state and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the second level of the dream, Carl checked his condition and found that except for his physical fitness which had increased by two points, there were no changes in other attributes.

"Increasing physical strength by two points after being infected once is too much..."

Even as the ultimate beneficiary, Carl still feels that this blessing in disguise experience was a bit "ordained".

Although becoming stronger is indeed a good thing, this kind of pie that suddenly falls on his head always makes Carl feel like it is some kind of scam.

Every gift from fate is secretly marked with a price.

"Forget it. Since it has come to this, it would be a bit ignorant to dwell on it any longer. Bitterness first does not necessarily mean sweetness later, but sweetness first is definitely sweetness."

Putting aside the idea that "rapid improvement in physical fitness may have side effects", Carl looked at the spells he had mastered and began to plan.

"We must quickly learn the Lesser Restoration Technique, as it will be useful in the next operation."

In terms of effect, the so-called cure of disease is actually the same spell as the lesser restoration spell.

However, in order to facilitate preaching, the priests gave their spells more down-to-earth names.

Ordinary people also called it the disease-curing technique, so now the secondary recovery technique has become the disease-curing technique.

…

After spending quite some time in the dream world, Carl slowly woke up.

His parents were taking care of him at the moment. His mother was wiping her tears, her eyes full of heartache.

"What happened? I'll go with you next time."

As a father, Ryan didn't say much, but just hoped that Carl would take him with him next time he went out.

"No! I still have to act on my own. The effect of the green rain is more troublesome than I first thought."

He struggled to stand up, but a deep feeling of powerlessness made Carl lie back down.

"Nia said that you were infected not long ago, and your body mutated to a certain extent at that time. Although you were cured with medicine, your body developed too fast and you were a little malnourished."

Helping her son lie down, Ellifil took a bowl of warm soup and fed it to Carl.

"Mom, just let Hope and the others handle this kind of thing."

After his mother fed him just two bites, Carl started to feel a little embarrassed.

Reaching out to take the bowl of soup, he said casually.

Quickly coming closer, a playful smile appeared on Elifel's face.

"Hmph! You little brat, you're so beautiful, what's wrong? Your dear mother is so picky when she feeds you soup! I'm telling you..."

After quickly recounting what had happened during the time Carl was away, Elifel poked Carl with her finger.

It turned out that not long after Carl left, Hope also wanted to follow, but she and Nia "accidentally" mentioned their respective relationships with Carl during the argument.

"You are grown up now, and Mom doesn't want to say too much, but don't think of being an ungrateful scumbag!"

Patting her son on the back, Ms. Ellifil looked very happy.

Wiping his face vigorously, Carl could already imagine how awkward the atmosphere was during the time he was unconscious.

No wonder his parents came to take care of him, if Hope came, Nia would definitely be there.

Fortunately, the two of them still knew what was important and what was not. Although there was a conflict, they did not give up because of it.

Originally, Carl only wanted to call the first two people, but for his own sake, he also called Lisanna.

"Okay, then go for it!"

Giving their son a cheering gesture, Elifel and Ryan left the room.

After a while, three people came into the room.

The atmosphere became a little stagnant with the appearance of Hope and Nia. Lisanna looked around panicking like an abandoned hamster.

"Well, I called you here this time because I encountered some problems. This is what happened..."

Carl explained everything he could about his encounter with Mitris, and recounted the entire incident in as objective a tone as possible.

"That woman sounds quite needy."

Finally, Nia suddenly commented on Mitris.

This was actually Carl's first impression of Mitris.

How could a normal person have nothing better to do than to create those kinds of dramas, and have such a strong desire to express themselves regardless of winning or losing?

Excluding the possibility that the other party is the chosen one with an unreliable system, the only possibility is a personality issue.

It just so happens that she grew up among the Children of Winter who killed her entire family, so it doesn't seem surprising that her personality is a little twisted.

Hope, who originally felt a little empathy for Midris's experience, immediately put away the sympathy on his face when he heard it.

Hope’s values ​​actually have some issues in some aspects.

At least if it was a normal girl who had gone through all that with Carl, Nia would now be a loser.

But she seemed to have no opinion on other things as long as she could continue to be with Karl, and her possessiveness was frighteningly low.

"Let's not talk about her personality issues for now. The dwarfs in charge of communications are not here, so it's impossible for us to contact the outside world. Should we try to use the magic technology to build a teleportation array to leave?"

That being said, large areas of Stormwind were actually under the spell of Mordenkainen's private chamber, especially those residential areas that seemed to be more important.

This is also what Carl just remembered in the dream world.

There have been very few stowaways in Storm for so many years, and it is obvious that they are very proficient in various protective measures. How could the mages of those families not think of such a simple method of sneaking through by relying on a teleportation array?

But just like “even though you know you have failed the test, you still go to the teacher to ask if you have passed”, people always have illusions about things that are beneficial to them.

"I think it's more reliable to find a boat and go out to sea directly."

Sighing, Nia's eyes lingered on Hope's chest for a moment before quickly moving away.

Thinking of those animated zombie tree monsters, Carl felt a little annoyed. This plan, which was originally intended as a safeguard plan, now seemed not so "safe".

Who knows if the planks will suddenly break down when the ship is halfway through, turning the entire ship into a ghost ship? After he expressed his thoughts, the scene fell silent for a moment.

"Are we just going to stay here and wait for rescue?"

Seeing Carl and the others fall silent, Lisanna stamped her feet anxiously.

Finally, Hope spoke.

"How about we dig deeper? If we can find a portal to an underground city, maybe we can..."

Before she finished speaking, Karl and Nia looked at her at the same time.

(End of this chapter)