"This … Which one is Rosell?" In the dream, Leonard looked ahead blankly.
There was a huge bonfire, and around it were more than ten grayish-blue-skinned Cyclopes that looked no different from each other.
To be honest, I wouldn't have been able to recognize them without the powers of a Faceless … To me, if there's no difference in age, hairstyle, height, scars, clothes, or maturity, giants all look the same … Klein mumbled inwardly as he calmly turned his head to look at Miss Justice, as though saying that she was a Spectator and that this shouldn't be difficult for her.
Audrey raised her hand and pointed at a giant who was gulping down alcohol and would occasionally roar in praise.
"That's Rosell.
"It looks like in the traditions of the giants, the way to express affirmation and praise isn't by clapping, but by roaring. The louder the roar, the higher the level of praise."
Miss Justice is acting like a folklorist … Thankfully, it's just roaring and not singing; otherwise, the noise would be worse. It's obvious that the giants here aren't good at music. Their roars didn't have any sense of rhythm … Klein nodded slightly and said to Audrey,
"Begin the guidance."
As Audrey went forward, Leonard retreated. He raised his right hand and stroked his chin.
"Tell me, in the Second Epoch, which Beyonder race widely possessed the Beyonder characteristics of the Evernight pathway?"
"Isn't it the demonic wolf?" Klein glanced at Leonard, wondering if his poet had contracted the traditional disease of the Nighthawks — a bad memory.
"I know." Leonard maintained his posture as he said with a slightly odd expression, "Then how did they act as the Midnight Poet? Or should I say, the name of the potion back then was Midnight Roarer? "
"In the beginning, there wasn't a potion name …" Klein accidentally let Leonard lead his train of thought astray. Immediately, the scene of this fellow squatting on the ground and howling at the moon surfaced in his mind. He couldn't help but mutter, "This might be more suitable for you. There's no need to write a poem. It's very simple."
The corners of Leonard's mouth twitched.
"There are different types of poets too. I'm a reciter."
As the two of them chatted, Audrey's guidance gradually advanced. Rosell's dream revealed the Waning Forest, the Barren Tunnel, a corner of the Giant King's Court, Dawn Town, the Kingdom of Gold, and other places.
As Rosell wasn't a servant of the Giant King and the other deities, he could only occasionally see these high-level existences when he was on duty in the Waning Forest or certain palaces or passageways of the king's court. Furthermore, he didn't dare look at them directly and had to kneel on one knee and bow his head to welcome them. Therefore, the images of Giant King Aurmir, Giant Queen Omebella, and the eldest son of the Giant King, the God of Dawn, Badheil didn't directly appear in the dream. They only existed in the form of portraits.
Similarly, Rosell knew very few secrets. His grasp of history and the situation in the World was completely inferior to Elvish Songster Siatas. However, an interesting point was that in the Giant King's Court and among the giants, the traitor was synonymous with Soniathrym. They claimed that the one who betrayed the alliance and caused the death of the Sanguine Ancestor, Lilith, was this ancient god.
Klein was deeply suspicious of this because the irascible Soniathrym clearly wasn't good at such matters.
That Queen of Calamity seems to have the ability, but the problem is that it's very difficult to hide what "She" is plotting from "Her" spouse, a true ancient god, Soniathrym … In comparison, it's more reasonable for Giant King Aurmir to be the traitor … As Klein did a rough analysis, Audrey changed the direction of guidance in an attempt to get Rosell to show what he saw outside the Giant King's Court.
Unfortunately, this giant had left the King's Court and passed by Dawn Town. Not long after he arrived in the Nation of Gold, he received a travelogue and entered the book. He didn't know much about the local customs and people in the corresponding region.
"Currently, the most valuable piece of information is how to avoid entering the Giant King's Court from Afternoon Town and enter from the Waning Forest or the Barren Tunnel." Audrey ended the guidance and walked back to Klein and Leonard's side. "This will be very useful for Little Sun and company's subsequent explorations."
"Yes, we can tell him at the next gathering." Klein nodded.
He was just about to suggest that Rosell's dream enter the sea of collective subconscious of the World in the book when Audrey suddenly looked back and said in thought, "There's one detail that doesn't make sense."
"There is one detail that does not make sense."
"What detail?" Leonard seriously recalled what he had seen and heard, but he didn't find anything suspicious.
Audrey glanced at The World and said, "That's right.
"The Waning Forest is where Giant King Aurmir's parents are buried. The rule that only the ancient god can enter is very unreasonable."
Klein originally didn't notice any problems with this detail, but after Miss Justice mentioned it, he immediately had some thoughts as he deliberated.
"The Giant King's father and mother are equivalent to the ancestors of the giant race. Normally speaking, they should be the targets of worship and worship by the entire race …"
"Yes, every race has a certain level of ancestor worship. Giants are no exception. From Groselle's dream, it can be seen that these Keepers will often worship the two Ancestors outside the Waning Forest," said Groselle. Audrey nodded in agreement. "If there are no other factors affecting it, the Giant King should occasionally organize the clan's key groomed targets to pay respects to the ancestor, and not make it a rule that only he can enter."
"Perhaps the Waning Forest hides great danger. Weren't the most ancient giants crazy, tyrannical, and irrational? After they died, their corpses would pollute the surrounding environment and affect the entire forest. It's not something too difficult to understand. "Leonard gave his guess.
Audrey and Klein shook their heads at the same time, rejecting this theory.
"If it's just danger or pollution, Giant Queen Omebella and the God of Dawn Badheil can clearly resist it effectively. With the help of the Giant King, there's almost no problem. However, 'They' are still not allowed to enter the Waning Forest, even if 'They' follow the ancient god." Klein simply shared his thoughts and guesses. "Perhaps the parents of Giant King Aurmir aren't the only ones buried there. There are other secrets as well."
"That's very likely." Audrey nodded seriously.
On her silver-masked face, her green eyes darted around slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity.
If that's really the case, what kind of secret can't be known by his wife, children, subsidiary gods, or clansmen? Interesting … Leonard smiled and allowed his thoughts to wander.
After discussing for a while, the three of them made good use of their time to pass through the Barren Tunnel and enter the Giant King's Court. They attempted to enter the palaces that were frozen in the glow of dusk.
According to Klein's experience, this was actually the path to the periphery of Rosell's dream.
This time, there was no need for him to activate Creeping Hunger and use the power of a Zombie to open the heavy door to the giant guard's residence. Audrey directly affected the dream, causing the ten-meter-tall door to open like paper. Due to the repulsion of the Unshadowed Crucifix, Klein wasn't actually wearing the human-skinned glove.
Outside the door was the gray World. In front of them was no longer the Giant King's Court, but a cliff.
After discussing the various situations they might encounter when entering the sea of collective subconscious, Audrey conjured a staircase at the edge of the cliff.
The staircase twisted and turned as it went deep into the dark, gray, silent, and bottomless World of the mind.
The three of them didn't delay as they stepped onto the staircase and walked down step by step.
In this lonely and quiet environment that could drive one crazy, Audrey would use Placate a few times every time she went down a certain distance.
This wasn't only to placate Klein, Leonard, and herself, but it was also to placate the grayish-white cliff — Rosell's subconscious. It was to prevent it from becoming agitated and contaminating their Astral Projection or Body of Heart and Mind.
The countless rotting giant palms that Klein had "encountered" previously didn't appear again. Even the most unbearable loneliness, silence, and endless feeling in the World of the mind didn't seem that terrifying because they were moving in a team and could speak to each other.
This is the World of the mind, the domain of the consciousness. It's indeed different from others. Leonard looked around as though he wanted to use a few lines of poetry to express his feelings, but he ultimately chose to give up.
If it were any other place or mission, Klein might've gotten his poet to remain silent, but here, he felt that anything he said was fine.
Audrey didn't reject the exchange either as she said in all seriousness,
She said seriously, "What we intuitively feel is the essence of this environment. The cliffs, cliffs, and gray World we see are a reflection of our subconscious. If it were any other race, it might not be the same …"
"… Only now do I find psychology rather interesting," Leonard said with piqued interest after hearing that.
Klein glanced at him and resisted the urge to say that with his personality and habits, he really wasn't suitable for the Spectator pathway.
As they conversed, the three of them descended for an unknown period of time before they finally stepped on solid but blurry gray ground.
Looking up from here, they could see swaying figures of light. They were densely packed and overlapped, forming an illusory sea.
Klein, Leonard, and Audrey were just about to walk forward when a "water current" surged past them. A rather blurry figure of light stood up.
It was a grayish-blue giant that was six to seven meters tall. Its chest and abdomen were wrapped in dragon-scaled leather. The exposed areas were covered in indescribable patterns, symbols, and labels that exceeded the scope of the normal senses.
His vertical eye was bloodshot, and he didn't hide the violent aura it emitted. It had a clear inclination towards destruction, and in his mouth was a bloody human leg.
This was a demigod-level giant!
He was a remnant phantom in the sea of collective subconscious. Perhaps it came from an actual encounter of the ancestors of humans or other races, or perhaps it came from what Rosell and the other giants had seen.
The moment he appeared, the crazy emotions spread to Klein and company like a contagious plague.
This was the World of mind, consciousness, and heart!
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