Chapter 919
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Nicolton City.
The wand woke up from his slumber. The first thing he did was to feel around his body, just in case he was missing an arm or a leg.
Fortunately, he still had all four of his limbs, and there were no wounds on his body. He was sweating profusely because of the nightmare yesterday.
"That was crazy." The short tentacle wand covered its forehead. The details of yesterday's nightmare were still vivid in its mind. The short tentacle wand could even remember the hair of the monsters clearly.
However, there were still some interesting parts in the nightmare. For example, he could summon his character from the World's Rift into reality.
The wand looked at the blue sky outside. It should be around nine o'clock in the morning now.
The wounds on his body had recovered well in the past half a month. At least he didn't have to worry about his wounds tearing apart when he ran for a short distance.
He put on his apprentice robe from Noland and pushed open the door to his room, ready to ask where he could have breakfast.
But the moment he pushed open the door, the wand felt that something was wrong.
The servants in the manor were all gone!
The wand walked quickly along the corridor to the hall. He remembered that when he came to the hall yesterday, there were many maids cleaning the hall and guards patrolling the corridor.
But today, all the guards and maids were gone. There was not a single person in the entire manor!
Cold sweat trickled down the wand's forehead. He suddenly remembered the massacre of the monsters last night. In the entire manor, except for those who had the World's Rift, almost no one survived.
Could it be that he didn't dream yesterday?
This horrifying thought popped up in the wand's mind. But soon, he heard noises coming from outside the window.
The wand came to the window on the second floor. He saw more than ten long tables gathered in the garden below. The servants of the manor were all sitting at the edge of the long tables.
So they were all holding a banquet outside!
The wand let out a long sigh. He knew that the terrifying nightmare yesterday was just a dream.
Just as the wand was about to go downstairs, an old butler suddenly walked into the hall and quickly walked up to him.
"Dear Lord Carillo." The old butler bowed slightly towards the wand.
"Respected? My lord? "
The short-tentacled wand took a step back after hearing his description and looked at the old butler in shock.
He was very clear about his position. He was Young Miss Hemina's follower. He was able to eat in this manor because of Hemina.
In terms of status, he was probably one level lower than this butler. At most, he was a guard who knew some spells.
But now, the butler was addressing him respectfully, which made the wand very uncomfortable.
"You … you can just call me by my real name," the tentacle wand said uncertainly.
"How can we do that? You are an honored guest of Nikaton City. Our master has ordered us to treat you well," said the steward.
Distinguished guest?
The wand suddenly remembered Count Nicarton's attitude when he asked about his identity during dinner last night. It was like, "So you're just a kid from the countryside." It wasn't exactly disdainful, but it wasn't at the level of a VIP either.
He did not think that with Hemina's status, she would be treated as a distinguished guest by this earl.
"Count Nicarton has been waiting for you in the garden for a long time," said the steward, gesturing for the wand to follow him.
"Waiting for me for a long time?"
The more the wand thought about it, the stranger it felt. But there was no other way. This was someone else's territory. He could only bite the bullet and follow the steward out of the hall, all the way to the garden where a banquet was being held.
But when he arrived at the garden, the wand realized something was wrong. The banquet table was surrounded by servants of the manor. There was no food or wine on the table, but the interface of the Weave.
This scene reminded the wand of the atmosphere in the Hearthstone Tavern, but the Hearthstone Tavern was much livelier than this!
Finally, the wand found Count Nicarton sitting at the end of the garden under the guidance of the steward.
The wand had mixed feelings when he saw the Count again. After all, in his dream last night … he saw the Count's head flying into the sky with his own eyes.
"Carillo … No, I should call you Master Short Tentacle Wand. You're finally awake!" Count Nicanton greeted him warmly when he saw the wand.
Master? What kind of strange title was that? And why did he call me by my name in the Weave?
The wand was very wary after being treated so warmly and solemnly. It felt as if there were hundreds of Slimes in his heart.
If not for the great noble's warm welcome yesterday, the wand would have thought that he had encountered a new scam.
He looked around for a while and found Hemina. Hemina was sitting on the other side of the long table. She noticed the wand and whispered something.
But the wand did not hear her clearly …
"Count Nicarton, what can I do for you?"
The wand began to wonder if he had anything valuable on him. Or was it like the novels in the Motionless Library, where he was actually from a hidden noble family that he did not know about?
"Do you still remember the battle last night?" Count Nicarton's words stunned the wand.
So what wasn't a nightmare? What else do you remember … Your head flew nearly ten meters into the air? And the arc when it landed was quite beautiful too.
"Yes," said the Wand, nodding his head. He dared not say these words to the Count.
"That's good." Count Nicarton breathed a sigh of relief. "Last night's dream was really a disaster. When I woke up, not many people remembered it. In the end, I found out that only those who had the leaves of the World Tree retained their memories."
Actually, it was better to forget the memory of having his head chopped off, right?
The wand pursed his lips tightly. The most important thing to do in order to survive in front of a noble was … not to speak carelessly.
"Master Short Tentacle Wand, your performance in the dream yesterday was like the God of Holy Light descending to earth." Count Nicarton was not stingy with his words of praise.
"What? I play as a Holy Priest. If I switched to the Shadow Priest talent, I don't think those spiders would be enough."
The wand suddenly realized that he had said too much. In fact, although he played the role of a healer in the party dungeon, he had been secretly collecting Shadow Priest equipment.
After being mentioned by Count Nicarton, he could not help but reveal his ambition in the World Scar.
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