Chapter 51 Secret Keeper

...two days?

Annan was a little surprised: "It took so long?"

In Annan's subjective time, he spent about three hours in the copy.

Did the first two lives take too long? Or……

"Because the flow of time is different."

Salvatore yawned, lying on the table and closing his eyes, he explained lazily: "Just like when you fall asleep, a night's dream may last for several days... In a nightmare, How long you stay is not strictly related to how long you have passed in real time. Maybe you stayed inside for three days this time, and only two days outside, or you may enter the same nightmare next time, and you may only stay inside. Half a day, but a few hours have passed outside...

"But generally speaking, no matter when ordinary people enter a nightmare, as long as they can't bear it and become desperate due to fear and despair, the curse in the nightmare will slowly drain their vitality, and the nightmare itself will gradually become stronger.

"In the area of ​​order without gray fog, generally in the early morning - when the power of order is at its strongest, the light of the rising sun can temporarily dispel the nightmare, and people will wake up from the nightmare. But because the nightmare is still entangled. In them, they are not purified, so they will enter the same dream at night... Over time, they will become very weak...

"So, when people's research on transcendent theory is not thorough enough, this kind of memory fragment that has been eroded and distorted by curses and can attract souls into it will be called nightmares by ancient people..."

As Salvatore spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, wake up!"

Annan immediately patted Salvatore on the shoulder and shook him vigorously: "Don't fall asleep! Wake up!"

He remembered that the spell that Salvatore took on seemed to be related to sleep...

"...Hmm? Did I just fall asleep?"

After Salvatore woke up, he straightened up with some vigilance and stood up from the stool: "Well, thank you, Don Juan. You just saved my life..."

"It's not because you're waiting for me that you haven't slept."

Annan sighed: "Did you think I would wake up yesterday?"

"Yeah, we didn't think about it, you can stay in a nightmare for so long."

Salvatore also nodded politely.

While holding the desk with both hands, he kicked his legs and jogged to wake up, while he said intermittently: "That's why we let you enter the nightmare in the morning... This way you can have the most relaxed time to explore the nightmare.

"But yesterday morning, Don Juan, before you woke up, I knew you had the talent of the priesthood...but we don't know how long it takes you to wake up, and neither do the priests. So I can only watch you all the time. The ritual is not the same as a normal nightmare... If you forget to bring the container that carries the curse, the power of the curse you brought from the nightmare can easily escape, and it may form a new nightmare in the town..."

"It's hard work, senpai."

When Annan heard the words, he thanked Salvatore gratefully.

Whether it is helping himself or helping the frozen water port, Salvatore can't get any benefits in the strict sense. He is about to leave the frozen water port and return to the black tower to advance. Even if there is a new nightmare in Frozen Water Harbor, it has nothing to do with him.

Like Reverend Lewis, he acted only with goodwill and a sense of responsibility in his heart.

"You have to thank Reverend Lewis, too."

Salvatore coughed lightly and added: "You are still growing, and it is very bad for your body to not be able to eat after being drowsy for two days. Your body nutrition for the past two days was supplemented by Reverend Louis... ... Of course, you have to thank me too. Because I paid you for the treatment."

"Thank you, senior. I'll thank Reverend Lewis later.

"

Annan, however, did not hesitate to thank Salvatore solemnly: "I really appreciate you helping me and the people I protect."

He was never the type to be ashamed to say thanks.

As long as it's what he "should do", Annan can always do well - thanking or apologizing at the right time is naturally one of them.

On the other hand, Salvatore felt a little embarrassed when he saw that Annan thanked him so neatly and solemnly.

He coughed again, leaned against the table and pretended to drink water, picked up the teacup and took a random sip.

Then, Salvatore looked out of the window, the corners of his mouth raised: "For me, this is the right thing to do. But you noble gentlemen... not many are willing to sincerely thank you.

"We extraordinary people, since we have stolen the power from the curse, we must take corresponding measures. At least we can't let the curse overflow and endanger innocent people... If you can help stop everything, stop it; people who have no injustice and no hatred Do yourself a favor if you can.

"Although I personally believe that my moral level is average, I can't compare to those living saints who have obtained extraordinary power to help the weak and justice, and even often have selfish thoughts, and occasionally use their own power to greed for something cheap. But after all, we are all An extraordinary person from a serious background still has to abide by the rules.

"This is for everyone, but also for myself. Just like what the "Supernatural Manifesto" said..."

The tired-faced, thin man chuckled lightly and slowly recited in a low voice in a solemn tone:

"'From now on, I will bear my own curse, keep the secrets of others, keep my private vows, and abide by the common rules. This is the case today, and it will be the same in the future.' You haven't forgotten it, Don Juan."

"I understand……"

Annan nodded slowly when he heard the words, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually subsided.

His right hand rested lightly on his chest, his ice blue eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Salvatore.

He responded solemnly and earnestly: "I remember."

Hearing Salvatore's words, Annan was vaguely touched.

From the time of crossing until now, he has not come into contact with a few living superhumans.

It was not until he heard Salvatore's words that Annan had a vague idea of ​​the extraordinary society of this world——

A world that is somewhat gloomy and gloomy in tone, but definitely not a dim and dull world.

And a group of keepers who bear curses, keep their oaths, obey the rules, and walk silently on their own paths.

A group of people who are alone but not alone.

"Okay," Salvatore said briskly, "it's time to tell me about your spell. I'll be your keeper."

"Just say it directly?"

"Well, at least for you, it doesn't matter for the time being."

Salvatore smiled: "Of course, remember not to be the keeper of the gold-level superhumans easily. If you can, it's best to stay away from them, don't ask them, and don't let them know about you. names, let alone perform rituals at the same time as them, or pronounce their names in nightmares.

"After all, an extraordinary person at that level is basically no longer a human being."

Can't be counted as a person... what does that mean?

Annan felt a little doubt and confusion in his heart.

But he just kept an eye on it, secretly wrote down the question, and didn't ask it at this time.

He thought about his own curse and told Salvatore the general content: "My curse is, [Must kill one person with a kitchen knife every month]."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a new prompt crossed in front of him:

【The oath of keeping secrets is established】

[Currently established oath: 1]

Even if...the signing is done?

Annan was slightly startled.

An idea suddenly popped into his mind—

If you tell all players about your oath... will you get a bunch of keepers right away? Anyway, players must protect the "faction leader" from their standpoint, and they don't have to worry about them targeting themselves.

This is equivalent to giving a bunch of secret keepers for nothing!

...so what if players were asked to bring the news back into their world and spread it across the web?