"This... is so delicious!" After a long time, Phyllis finally slowed down her swallowing.
Every time other diners passed by, they would look at them in surprise. There were all kinds of lunch boxes on the table, from hamburgers to egg tarts. The amount was enough for five or six people to enjoy, but there were only three people sitting at the table. For this reason, Roland received a lot of disdainful looks. Compared to the two slender and attractive women in front of him, it was more likely that he had stuffed all the food into his stomach.
"Wipe her tears," Roland said helplessly. At the same time, he felt lucky that he had taken her to a fast-food restaurant instead of a high-end restaurant, otherwise, he would have emptied his wallet.
Zero took out a wet wipe and wiped away the tears and oil stains on Phyllis' lips. Fortunately, witches were born beautiful and hardly needed to put on any makeup. Otherwise, this lunch full of tears would have smeared Phyllis' face. It was probably the first time that the little girl had seen such a miserable person, who was so happy that she even cried while eating Kaifeng food. Her sympathy for Phyllis was overflowing, and her attitude toward her changed by 180 degrees.
"There are ice cream cones here, but we can talk about the dream first." Seeing that Phyllis was almost done eating, Roland took a sip of Coke and went straight to the point. "Did you notice anything strange or unusual before you entered the dream?"
"But..." She glanced at Zero beside her.
"It doesn't matter. It was just a childhood dream," Roland said with a wink.
"I see." Phyllis immediately understood what he meant. "Indeed, it's been a long time... Let me think, there was nothing special at that time. I just leaned against the wall and cut off my consciousness as usual, which helped me recover quickly without completely losing my vigilance."
"You can still sense the changes in the outside world after cutting off your consciousness?"
She nodded. "I just stopped controlling my body and my consciousness sank into the darkness, but I could still sense danger around me. It wasn't something that came from sight or hearing, but an indescribable feeling. It was as if someone was reminding me of something in the dark. Celine called this phenomenon the latent connection. If I'm drawn into a soul container, I'll be in a complete sleep without any consciousness. "
"What are you talking about?" Zero pouted. "Who's Celine?"
"A psychiatrist. Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking." Roland glanced at her. "If you're bored, go to the park and watch others fish or fly kites. Don't stray too far from us."
The little girl snorted in dissatisfaction, grabbed the ice cream cone, and walked out of the store.
"Are you okay?" Phyllis asked, looking at her back through the French window.
"It's okay. The security level in this era is very high. Most people can't fool her." Roland shrugged. "Go on."
"Yes, once I enter deep sleep, I should be floating in an endless darkness. There's no light, no sound, nothing exists … and nothing can be done. " The ancient witch paused. "But this time, the scene that appeared was your residence in the Dream World. I was so surprised that I couldn't describe it in words. Fortunately, I soon saw you."
"Well …" Roland thought for a moment. "In other words, the only difference this time is that you're in my castle."
"That's the only difference." Phyllis swallowed the last ice cream cone and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Seeing the yellow tip of the cone slowly disappear into the ancient witch's mouth, an idea suddenly flashed in Roland's mind. "Light pillar!"
"What?"
"Didn't you say that when I fell asleep, a huge orange light pillar as wide as a city wall would appear?"
"Yes, that's right." Phyllis was slightly startled, as if she realized something.
"And you also have a light pillar, don't you?"
"You mean … our beams of light have overlapped?"
"That's right. The lord's castle in Border Town is just an ordinary stone building. It can't connect you to the Dream World. After thinking about it, the only thing we have in common is the light pillar." Roland suddenly clapped his hands. "But it's not enough to only rely on the overlapping light pillar. Otherwise, Anna and Nightingale would have entered the Dream World long ago. Perhaps cutting off their consciousness is the key."
Among all the descriptions of the Taquila witches, the word "soul" had always puzzled him.
Whether it was Scourge's shell or the strange biological carrier, the Taquila survivors could control them by transferring their souls. But … what was a soul?
According to Roland's understanding, a soul was a combination of thinking and memory. It was a phenomenon generated by the interaction of neurons through electric currents. It was not something that actually existed and could not exist without the body. However, the Soul Core of the underground civilization had changed this concept. It not only turned the soul into a substance that could exist out of thin air, but also carried it everywhere.
At first, he had generally attributed it to the magic power, but now it seemed that it was very different from what he had imagined. What if thinking and memory could be analyzed?
Assuming that the beam of light and the magic power came from the crimson moon, then the so-called soul might also be the same. At the moment when the soul core was activated, the person whose soul was extracted would form a complete memory in the crimson moon. The beam of light was just a transmission channel, so it caused the appearance of soul transfer.
According to Pasha, because the magic power transformation was too complicated, God took over the process, which was reflected in the thickness of the light pillar. Regardless of whether it was correct or not, it was indeed much easier to simulate memories than to materialize magic power and create things out of thin air. Therefore, it was reasonable that the light pillar above the God's Punishment Witches' head was so small.
Following this line of thought, the complexity of the Dream World exceeded the ability of most witches. That was why the light pillar was as thick as the city wall. When Phyllis's consciousness was interrupted in this range, her thoughts in the Bloody Moon interacted with the Dream World, and thus the vision of connecting to the Dream World appeared.
The more Roland thought about it, the more excited he became. He had been racking his brains for a long time, but now he could find a seemingly reasonable explanation from this hypothesis. If it was really caused by the overlapping light pillars, it meant that the Dream World was indeed a part of the Bloody Moon. With the help of Zero's Soul Battlefield, he had left his own footprint in this "God Realm" that controlled magic power.
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