Chapter 410 The Secret Medicine for Dreaming

"...what are you doing?"

Salvatore looked bewildered.

He was wearing an unbuttoned white coat with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He had just come out of the basement of Geraint's house and was walking around Geraint's house, wanting to go to Nolan or Eugene to report the latest situation. Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked to the gallery of mirrors, they saw Annan and Kafney walking in together through the back door.

Looking at their clothes, it is indeed quite formal.

Annan had changed into the new tuxedo that Paper Ji bought him, imported from the United Kingdom, and Kaphne had also, very rarely, removed her dark dress she wore every day, and put on a white and purple one with a hem. Petunia-like tunic dress, and even changed into long silk gloves of white lace.

Had they changed clothes, Salvatore might have thought the two of them were going on a date.

But this is too formal, right?

"Could it be difficult for you to meet His Majesty?"

Salvatore was a little surprised.

Looking at this, it seems that you have really seen it?

But he clearly heard that Henry VIII was so ill that he was bedridden... It is precisely because of this that government affairs have basically been taken over by the eldest princess Elizabeth.

"You look quite surprised."

The corner of Annan's mouth rose: "I'm from the Winter family, and Kaphne is the princess. Is there anything strange about us seeing His Majesty the King?"

"No, it's just..."

Salvatore frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice: "I was just thinking, could Henry VIII actually be faking sickness?"

Hearing this, Annan and Kafney looked at each other.

Annan asked in a low voice, "Why do you say that?"

Salvatore scratched his fluffy, somewhat dry and dull brown curly hair in anguish, thinking seriously: "What I'm thinking about is that if His Majesty the King is really ill, then he won't let him as a foreigner at all. The heir of Annan you approach him.

"It's not because Your Majesty will be worried that Annan, you have bad intentions against him - but to avoid someone wanting to use this excuse to start a war.

"If Your Majesty died shortly after you left. Whether he died of illness or died... As long as anyone mentions that you have ever seen him, it will certainly arouse suspicion and suspicion. Because you are really right. What His Majesty has done is not something that His Highness Kaphne can prove.

"If they bribe the guards, or if Philip and Her Royal Highnesses Elizabeth go down and make your own stain on you, then you can't get out of your guilt at all. And that's just going to be a knife in the hands of the wicked, and it's going to cause Noah's civil unrest..."

In keeping with Noah's position, Henry VIII would certainly have avoided this.

- unless he knew from the start that he would not die anytime soon. And there must be more than one person who knows this.

"It's even possible that they're just pretending to be sick for a certain purpose...for example, fishing?"

"You are so sharp..."

Annan smacked his lips.

Although Salvatore is obviously not as capable as the "other him", obviously his brain is still very good.

Although there is a problem in the most crucial places...for example, Henry VIII actually didn't care about Noah at all. But that was Salvatore's intelligence problem.

Regardless of the information omissions in this regard, he has basically guessed everything he can guess.

"Okay, okay, just tell me if it's inconvenient to tell me."

Looking at Annan and Kafne's tacit glances, Salvatore clapped his hands in dissatisfaction.

With his left hand on his waist, he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket with his right hand and handed it to Annan.

"Give—and done."

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Annan took the medicine suspiciously.

Then a screen of light immediately appeared in front of him:

【Salvatore School-Dream Elixir】

[Type: Consumables/Ritual Materials (Gold)]

[Description: Using all the curses contained in the souls of eleven bronze rank, fifty one silver rank, and one golden rank as raw materials,

Using the brain of "Dream Stealer" Denton as the magical material, a dream medicine made by the technique invented by Benjamin, a total of 63 tablets]

[Effect: After taking at least one tablet to fall asleep, you will enter a special distortion-level nightmare, which has a special property of "dream"; each tablet can also be used to save a death, and you will wake up from the nightmare after the drug is completely dissipated]

"I improved my teacher's technique... I call it the secret medicine for dreaming."

When Annan looked down at the panel, Salvatore explained complacently: "I was thinking before, since the nightmare I entered was made by me, not a natural formation...why can't I move my hands and feet?

"When you fall into a dream with this potion I invented, you will be kicked out automatically when you die. Although the souls of those extraordinary people have not been collected, their imprints still remain in their curses... I can use this imprint to deceive The Nightmare Mechanism, purifying the Nightmare by replacing the Nightmare Purifier with a 'Stupid Puppet' that doesn't exist."

"Your idea is really genius."

Annan couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart.

This is probably the first nightmare in the world with "safety facilities", right?

It's not that it can't be done... it's that no alchemist has ever wanted to.

After all, for ordinary superhumans, because they cannot easily reduce the erosion, it is not like Annan and the players, who can treat nightmares as dungeons and brush at will.

For them, nightmares are more of a "natural disaster".

Those who will actively seek nightmares to improve themselves, only a very few people who are in urgent need of strength will do it.

The only ones who really need to purify nightmares and take it as their duty are priests.

How could an alchemist want to help a cleric?

They can't complete their own work and tasks, and they don't have the energy at all - and with their arrogance, they naturally don't think about the need to do so.

After all, the status of alchemists and priests have been completely different since ancient times...

Even Salvatore thought, I am afraid it is not to help the clergy to purify the nightmare more safely... but to help Annan.

"Because you also know, Annan. We don't have Denton's soul here... and without the soul as the cornerstone, we can't extract history from the dream world and project it into a nightmare."

Salvatore said seriously: "So I made a setup here—

"I used the 'Man in the Mirror' ritual to make this nightmare into a mirror mode. That is to say, the content of the nightmare is not forced, but the soul of the person taking the medicine is used as the cornerstone of the nightmare to import the nightmare; and then use these curses And the power of the elements involved in Denton's skull as an introduction."

"...that is to say."

After thinking about it, Annan slowly said, "You mean, if I take this medicine, what I will enter will be... my own nightmare?"

"Yes, it is equivalent to yourself being the key to this nightmare. And if you distribute this medicine to someone else, the nightmare he sees will be different from yours... But because the separation technology is not perfect for a while , and possibly you'll stream into other people's nightmares."

Salvatore warned earnestly: "So it's a compound nightmare - like a gallery. It's going to be harder than a normal warped nightmare.

"And your advantage is... the nightmare you see must be something you have experienced; but the real difficulty is also here - because of the consciousness left in the curse of others, things will definitely lead to the real History in a completely different direction. Maybe even fall into someone else's nightmare once in a while and come back very quickly.

"You must give up the habitual thinking that has been formed at this time in order to get out of the nightmare.

"This nightmare is not like a gallery, it will shave your memory. But although the details may be different each time you enter... So I recommend that you take at least three pills at a time, which will allow you to have three repetitions chance.

"But don't take more than five tablets, otherwise it will put too much pressure on your heart and may affect your body. Although it's not that I can't treat you, but you... always pay attention to a little subtlety."

... Are the memories of the past turned into nightmares?

But I have absolutely no memory of Annan Lindong's past.

In this case, can the dream world still import normal nightmares?

And let me do it - will it be better than the previous "Annan"?

Annan didn't think too much.

"I understand."

Annan nodded, looked into Salvatore's eyes, and replied seriously, "I'll take the medicine tonight."

Kafney held Annan's hand worriedly: "How about I accompany you..."

"No, forget it. I'll do it myself."

Annan immediately rejected Kaphne.

His own juvenile version, and Kaphne's juvenile version are not the same concept...

But... is Annan's nightmare?

What could it be?