It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it? Donnie felt that the uncanny weirdness and fear were like a giant hand that clutched his heart tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"You also had a nightmare?" He asked uneasily. Even though he tried to keep his voice steady and normal, it was still dispersing like the smoke at night after he spoke.
"Yes." Karl was the first to adjust his breath and answer Donnie's question. Then, he glanced at Sammy and the rest of them with his beautiful silver-purple eyes and said rather solemnly, "I dreamed that Sammy was possessed by his ghost and lost his consciousness. He walked to the center of the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep, and Donnie, Jones, and I followed him in order to find out the reason …"
"Me too!" Before Karl finished, Donnie and Jones blurted out at the same time, looking shocked. The few people in the dormitory had the same nightmare?
Wasn't it too weird?
Was there really a ghost wandering in the dormitory and affecting everyone in secret? Or were they all cursed?
Donnie swallowed hard. Cold sweat gathered on his forehead and slid down his face drop by drop. He felt fear that he had never felt before.
"You were all the same? You followed Sammy into the tomb, saw the 'Original Body', and found that something was sealed below it? "Karl's voice was higher at the end of his sentence, as if he were equally shocked and scared, but also vaguely excited.
Jones said in confusion, "Yes. When we passed the pathway of the tomb, the mummies, the dragon liches, the ghosts, and the other undead creatures turned a blind eye to us. So, it was because we were dreaming … I knew that it was impossible for everybody to have such a talent of 'concealment' as mine. But … but why was I noticed and affected, and I had the same dream as you …"
In his horror, he kept muttering to himself, as if he couldn't quite believe that he, who had no sense of existence, would be involved in this strange matter. At this time, he truly showed the temperament of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
The more he listened, the more certain Donnie was that everybody had the same nightmare, and it was a nightmare from a different perspective. Or rather, they seemed to have been manipulated to complete an opera.
How could such a weird thing have happened?
"Sammy, what about you? What did you dream about? " Carl jumped out of bed and looked at Sammy with glowing eyes. He was wearing a thin shirt, and his back was straight.
Sammy sat on the bed. The ghost behind him seemed to have lost its vitality and was wobbling lazily. He did not say anything, as if he were still dwelling in the nightmare.
Hearing Karl's question, Sammy shuddered, and the remaining confusion on his face turned into fear. "I … I dreamed that I was summoned by something and walked forward uncontrollably. It was dark and silent on my way, like the legendary final destination. Later … Later, the enormous body made of countless intelligent creatures showed up and woke me up. I felt that I seemed to have entered a dreamlike world. I struggled to wake up, but I couldn't wake up at all until I sensed death for real …"
His voice was not clear enough, but it was enough for Karl, Donnie, and the rest of them to understand that Sammy had the same nightmare! However, he felt it from his own perspective, the perspective of being possessed by the spirit with his eyes closed.
"Carl, this is too weird. I don't think we can take care of it on our own. Should we report it to the college at dawn?"
Fatty Jones and Sammy immediately nodded in agreement. Although they were both talented and proud, they were still underage kids after all and did not even have the strength of an official sorcerer. Encountering such an unimaginable thing, they would certainly be panicked and look for someone they could rely on. Without a doubt, the college that boasted many senior-rank sorcerers and even archmages was their pillar in their hearts.
The reason why he asked Carl was that Donnie had sensed from the dream that the guy had the exuberant curiosity and desire for exploration like a cat, and it was possible that the guy would encourage him to investigate in secret. Therefore, he decided to ask him first to dispel his eagerness. Also, with his profound background, it was possible that he could see something and give valuable suggestions.
Walking back and forth in the dormitory, Carl suddenly said in a low voice, "What if it's a secret experiment of the college?"
"What? An experiment of the college? "Three voices of shock and disbelief echoed one after another.
"I'm just saying what if. After all, such a possibility cannot be ruled out. Maybe a mentor in the college is studying the relationship between the soul and dreams? This seems to be different from the regular dreams based on the structure of the brain. If it's a secret experiment that other arcanists do not want to know, chances are that we will be … "Carl made a gesture of cutting his throat.
Greatly alarmed, Donnie said in a shivering voice, "It's just a possibility …"
His voice gradually lowered, because he realized that it was indeed very possible! They were in Heidler's defense and the Life Tower. Whoever wanted to secretly influence them could barely escape the senses, unless … unless the senses could not be processed …
The whole dormitory suddenly became extremely quiet. Only the soft breathing indicated that there were still living creatures.
"But we are just magic apprentices …" Sammy frowned and said, grabbing the velvet quilt so hard that veins protruded on the back of his hands.
Jones sat at the foot of the bed like a ghost, as if he were trying to cover his existence. "Don't scare yourself. If it's a secret experiment of the college, we can't avoid it no matter what we do. So, why don't we take a chance? I don't want to have nightmares every day and wait for the end to come, hoping that the mastermind behind the curtain is not malicious! I don't want it! "
He had been a secret reporter for almost two years, and he could think rationally, but he was almost hysterical in the end.
"Everybody has the same nightmare … Such strength is not something that we can investigate in secret at all …" Donnie managed to keep calm. Carl smiled.
His smile was like a blossoming lotus in the dark dormitory. "I know. What I mean is, don't rush to report it to the college. I have secret channels to reach out to the outside world. I'll spread the news and ask the professionals to analyze the reasons and give suggestions. After all, there are several ways to make several people have the same nightmare at the same time. We are not capable of determining which one is right now. Later, we'll make a decision whether to wait for rescue or report it to the college."
"We only need to wait for one more day. It shouldn't be too dangerous."
Secret channels? Professionals? Donnie suddenly remembered Carl's profound background. As if he had seen the dawn in the dark night, he asked excitedly, "Really? Then we'll count on you! "
With Carl's identity, it shouldn't be difficult for him to deal with such a stealthy schemer behind the curtain!
If he really had terrifying strength, why would he need to cower and hide in the shadows? He would've stood out to overthrow the parliament and done what he wanted to do!
Jones and Sammy were equally excited. They looked at Carl together. It was not until Carl nodded that they were relieved. One of them shrank further into the corner, and the other began to observe the surroundings with heavy eyelids.
"I thought that you would encourage us to investigate and explore on our own …" Donnie said casually when he was relieved.
Carl chuckled. "Do I look like a reckless man who doesn't know his priorities?"
Yes! Donnie, Sammy, and Jones all thought to themselves.
"I have the keen intuition that I inherited from my parents. When I feel that something is not something that I can handle on my own, I will ask for help." Carl said rather proudly, "After dawn, I'll spread the news and go to Mr. Felipe's public class."
It was as if he had forgotten the fear and dread from before and became "carefree" once again.
"Yes, Mr. Felipe's public class. I need to catch up on sleep as soon as possible." Sammy nodded, as if he were desperate for sleep. He did not feel that he just had a nightmare at all.
Although Felipe's specialty was not ghosts, he was the most well-known necromancer in the past twenty to thirty years. Therefore, Sammy admired him and wanted to go to his public class.
As they talked, Sammy lay down again. In less than a minute, the three of them heard his familiar breathing when he was asleep again.
Carl raised his eyebrow. "I suddenly envy him. He can fall asleep whenever he wants without worrying about insomnia at all."
"You're focusing on the wrong thing …" Jones said in a low voice. How slow and muddle-headed he was to sleep at such a moment. "My roommates are indeed all monsters …"
Donnie glanced at him. You're the same. I'm the only normal person!
However, according to Carl, the enormous undead creature that he saw was the Original Body?
… …
Outside the Heidler Magic Academy, tombstones were erected at an angle. Behind them, the tombs were scattered around a huge chamber. They were messy and mysterious.
Two people descended from the pale sky of the World of Souls. A baby-faced blond young man smiled at the man next to him, "Mr. Felipe, are you planning to build a branch of the Heredity Laboratory in the college this time?"
It seemed that he had borrowed the power of the magic lock, so he could speak in the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep.
Felipe was still handsome and slim, with his hands in the pockets of his black long coat. He looked around and said briefly, "A lot of factors that affect my research can be avoided here."
There were only two badges on his chest, one of which was the badge of a member of the Arcana Review Board holding a quill, and the other was a badge in the shape of a pale palm. There was no arcana badge, nor was there any magic badge.
Seeing that Felipe did not want to talk more, the baby-faced man smiled and did not dare to ask any more questions. He followed Felipe through the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep and walked to the front gate of the college.
Suddenly, Felipe stopped and looked at the dark tomb in the center. His eyes slightly narrowed.
Felipe's expression did not change, but he looked even gloomier.
"Mr. Felipe?" The baby-faced man asked in confusion.
Felipe took out his right hand with a white glove from his pocket and pointed at the center of the tomb, "The air of death there seems to be a bit thicker."
"What?" The baby-faced man did not think there was a problem at all.
Felipe snorted and did not explain. He directly said, "After the public class, give me the information recorded in the past three days."
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