Farewell Julia.

Ken walked to the landlord's house after a long absence.

An eyeball slowly drilled out of his palm.

He didn't know what kind of deal Andy had with the nobles, but it looked at Andy's previous preparations.

He led a group of thugs to block the noble's door.

He was even followed by cultists.

He must be trying to kill the fish.

But when he came out with a glowing face, everything seemed to have gotten better...

However, it is already related to the heresy - even to the mysterious evil priest.

Will it really be that peaceful?

It seems calm on the surface.

But Ken plans to probe deeper.

There is a dream.

It is the link between the spiritual world and humans.

Ken once determined the coordinates of Andy Timothy's dream when he and the Paladin were investigating the shaking villa.

The connection with dreams is unique to everyone.

That location is...

Ken lifted his umbrella, and his figure became turbid like a TV set with a blurry screen. There was a burst of buzzing sound, and the tall man disappeared from the spot.

…

A shabby room.

dilapidated houses.

There were broken wine bottles on the ground, and the doors and windows of the houses were dilapidated, making creaking sounds under the cold winter wind.

There is old rotten rice on the table.

It already stinks.

The people in the room seemed to have left in a hurry during the meal.

On either side of the table, on either side of the rotting table, sat two people.

Opposite me.

He is a short and fat goblin with a beer belly. His face is full of scars, he only has one eye, and his green skin is very conspicuous. He is wearing a standard and neat formal suit, a tie, and a scarf in front of him.

That's...himself?

The angle of view is slightly downward, and what you see is a white skirt.

…

In Baron Alik's conference room.

There is still a meeting here.

In fact the meeting has already started many times.

At this time, in addition to two counts, a baron, and a display screen, there was also a man wearing a black robe on the table. There were some scratches on his robe and he looked a little embarrassed.

Eden Grote.

Emilia's evil priest arrived here in a panic after being driven out of his house by Amy.

The female voice on the display seemed to have known that he was coming, and a mature female voice sounded: "Sit down, Mr. Grote, you came at the right time."

Eden glanced at the display screen with fear, then slowly walked to the end table with his cane.

Baron Alik looked at Grote with interest and said:

"Hey, Mr. Grote, is this how you look like a snake in the shadows should look like?"

"..." Eden didn't answer.

He was not angry at the provocation from Baron Alik.

For him, this kind of trash that even a three-ring warlock cannot reach cannot attract his attention.

He sat upright on the seat and said softly: "There is no change in the plan, just continue to proceed according to the plan."

He looked at the display screen. In his eyes, only the person behind the screen was worthy of his attention. The other people were just dead people.

…

Andy Timothy looked at his palms blankly.

Those are unfamiliar arms.

Thin and small.

And the skin is not green, but white, like...a human being.

This is?

He raised his head blankly and looked at himself, his other self.

The man himself poured the white wine on the table into the cup, and at the same time used a knife to cut the rotten and maggot-infested meat, put it on a plate, and tasted it slowly.

If you ignore the overwhelming stench and the dirty illusion, the man in front of you is indeed Andy's ideal gentleman.

"Are you..." Andy asked curiously.

He had just finished speaking when his words stopped.

His voice was extremely sharp.

It turned out to be a girl's voice.

"Martin Timothy."

The man across the table did not stop using his knife and fork. It seemed that to him, the rotten food filled with maggots on the table was also a delicious meal.

Martin Timothy chewed slowly, and the juice overflowed. It was not only disgusting, but also terrifying.

The one in front of me is obviously his ancestor.

The person in the diary that I admire most.

But at this moment Andy didn't feel any sense of longing.

There was only fear and nausea in his heart.

"Don't waste any food, Andy." Martin said Andy's name, and while eating the food, he continued to say: "What's wrong, with this strange look, maybe you think that you look like

very ugly?"

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Andy.

Green skin.

One eye hidden in the folds.

Thick beard.

It is indeed Andy's own appearance.

This is also the face Andy takes care of in the mirror again and again.

But at this time, Andy inexplicably felt that this face was extremely ugly and disgusting, and he retched.

"I advise you to have dinner with me. In fact, this is not your home court, but my home court." Martin said: "You have failed. You can no longer bear the name of the greatest Timothy."

Great Timothy.

This title engraved in the soul hit Andy's memory hard.

Even the person in front of him made him feel so disgusting and terrifying.

But he is indeed Martin Timothy.

The object of your admiration personally declares your failure to yourself. This kind of blow is simply devastating to the soul.

Andy was silent for a moment.

His little hands were trembling as he placed them on the dinner cup.

The cup on the table has a layer of spider web inside.

But when Andy held it, the dust on it automatically disappeared, and half a glass of red wine slowly emerged from it.

An even greater sense of terror came from behind Andy.

That was his enhanced sixth sense.

Can sense danger.

He sensed the danger and stopped his actions reflexively.

"Accept your failure." Martin looked at Andy with disdain and continued: "You will soon be treated as dog food, torn to pieces by vicious dogs, and die from the bites of vicious dogs... You are still alive now

, but already dead.”

"I haven't..." Andy tried to refute Martin in front of him, but he still didn't finish his refutation.

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yes.

There is no way to save myself.

Even if his subordinates, Mr. Warlock, or his grandmother knew about this matter, how could they rescue him in such a place.

The place where your own body is located is one of the most hidden places in the New City, and also one of the places least likely to be discovered!

"..."

He felt his nose become sore for no apparent reason.

In the end, he was still not a great Timothy.

Just a clown walking on a wire.

Martin still had a leisurely look on his face, chewing the food leisurely, and sneered:

"No one will come to save you, so drink and accept it."

accept……

Andy looked helplessly at the wine glass in his hand.

Maybe.

Giving up now is also a way.

When Andy's eyes gradually dimmed, he didn't notice that his white skirt and fair skin were gradually dyed green.

He noticed the footsteps.

Light footsteps.

Andy's gaze suddenly stopped.

foreign body……

Who is he?

Martin's movements suddenly stopped.

His expression was no longer as leisurely as before, but became confused, and then angry.

A tall figure gently pushed the door open.

"Oh, I found it."

A magnetic male voice sounded.

Extremely handsome face.

Like a work of art carefully carved by God.

He is like a god descending to earth, with a charm that makes people unable to help but contact him voluntarily.

Just like once, when Andy was in the sewer.

He was like a destined savior who appeared when he was about to die.

"Mr. Servais..." Andy didn't hold the wine glass firmly in his hand.

The cup fell to the ground.

The red wine inside spilled onto the ground and turned into a pile of maggots.

Ken looked a little confused.

This is?

This is indeed Andy Timothy's dream.

He made the mark.

He was very sure that this was the world where the goblin lived.

But who is the owner of this dream in front of me?

Long golden hair.

green eyes.

White princess dress.

A face as delicate as a doll.

She shed tears like a wronged princess.

Ken looked across from the girl.

That was the goblin in his impression.

That one-eyed look...

Ken silently touched his chin.

Is Andy so feminine at heart?

You really know people, their faces, but not their hearts.

Ken stepped forward and directly held Andy's little hand in his dream. Looking at the small girl, his voice unconsciously became gentler and he said:

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ken didn't know where Andy was.

But his condition is definitely not good.

Death and despair were everywhere in the dream, and it was very, very far away from my apartment.

The Andy Timothy who emerged from Baron Alik's mansion was indeed a fake!

Ken continued to ask softly: "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

"..." Andy looked at Ken in shock.

Behind him, the short and fat figure on the dining table let out a dissatisfied groan, and his body turned into a handful of dust and disappeared into the room.

"Is this a dream?" Andy asked in disbelief, her tone trembling, but she held the man's hand tightly with her palm.

If it is a dream.

It’s better not to wake up...

Just keep sleeping like this...

"Of course it's a dream, but I'm not the person in your dream." Ken pulled Andy and walked towards where he came in.

As long as he reaches that place, he can shuttle directly to Andy's location.

This is exactly what dream travel is like.

On this quiet street, Ken stopped and turned to look at Andy... This strange girl asked in confusion: "What happened? How are you doing now?"

What happened, what's the situation...

Isn't this a dream? It's a dream, but who is this man...

Andy gritted her teeth, her own experience appearing in her eyes.

She doesn't know the current situation, but she knows that the present may be her only hope, even if it may be a false hope.

She started talking.

He told Ken about himself, the blasphemy machine, the nobles, the dead mercenaries, etc.

"...I was locked up in that place and saw people who looked exactly like me..."

This was the end of her life, the last time she spoke to anyone.

She felt her consciousness suddenly awaken a little.

She heard the roar of wild beasts and the sound of chains.

"In the end, I was put in a cage waiting to die, and the beast came over."

She is obviously a naive little girl.

There was a sad expression of vicissitudes of life on his face.

She looked up at the warlock as if she had accepted her fate.

That man just stood there, like a focal point.

The man who listened to her last words.

"However, this...maybe not too bad." The girl looked at Ken miserably and said softly: "At least in the end..."

"Stop messing around."

Ken said: "I already know, you won't die."

He raised his umbrella and said gently:

"It's time for you to wake up."

Andy saw a blasphemous spell lighting up between Ken's umbrellas.

Then he tapped lightly on the head of the confused little Andy.

Bang!

Andy's head was smashed directly.

This dream also faded quickly like a torn picture scroll, and Ken's figure gradually faded.

Although the goblin's dreams and fantasies are very cute and pitiful, in order to wake up quickly and truly save him, this method can only be used.

Andy Timothy opened his one eye suddenly.

"Fuck!"

What a gentle wake-up call to the soul.

horrible.

What was originally a warm and harmonious dream turned directly into a terrifying nightmare when his big head was smashed by a warlock.

Andy scratched his head and said slowly:

"What the hell..."

A red eye suddenly lit up outside the cage, and the huge black monster roared and pounced on the cage.

"Fuck-" Andy screamed again.

What the hell is this!

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Andy looked at the terrifying monster standing in front of him, which was at least two meters tall and maybe three meters long.

A dog with Warcraft blood... This thing is actually the baron's dog!

No wonder it eats people while they are still alive, because this monster's intelligence is close to that of humans when it reaches adulthood, and it still retains the violence of Warcraft!

The familiar man, Baron Alik, who was wearing formal clothes and without glasses, looked at the goblin with a smile and said with a ferocious smile:

"It's dinner time, Philip."

Then he picked up the key and opened the door of the iron cage.

The hound couldn't wait to open the door and rushed in bloodthirsty!

"Ka...ka..."

The biting and screaming sounds as imagined did not happen.

Several translucent chains held Phillip's mouth open.

A man in formal attire, whose face could not be seen clearly, suddenly appeared behind Andy, and several seals lit up on the umbrella in his hand.

"I'm here, and I'm not too late this time." The man said softly, and a strange distortion suddenly spread on the chain. Before the huge devil dog could react, its big head was immersed in the terrifying power that distorted reality.

broken.

"Then, go to hell." Ken looked at the figure outside the cage silently, without raising his umbrella. A fleshy membrane spread from his feet, covering the soles of Baron Alik's feet who had not yet reacted.

A bone spur suddenly shot out from the ground!

The baron was pierced by huge bone spurs from bottom to top. His eyes widened in disbelief as he was hung in the air.

He stared at the uninvited guest in shock, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the abhorrent figure with an unclear face, Baron Alik murmured to himself:
Chapter completed!