MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 39

The remodeled dwellings are far inferior to the rooms of the divinely favored ones in the seminary, but fortunately they are clean and comfortable, with a little more life atmosphere. Anxu and Lydia settled down together, and the big bell on the clock tower rang nine times.

An Xu climbed into bed early and began to meditate. Without Vespers, there was nothing to do at nine o'clock in the evening, in a world where lanterns and the moon were the only means of going out at night, and **** was the only entertainment at night. It can be seen that staying away from computers and mobile phones is a great boost to becoming a top student.

This time sinking into meditation was faster than any time before, An Xu felt like an octopus being poured out of a small box, with countless whiskers sticking out comfortably. She still has a dull mental pain—this feels very strange, where is the mental pain? An Xu's body still feels no pain, neither does his head hurt, nor does his brain hurt. He only feels the "inside" as if being stretched severely by an invisible hand, full of a sharp feeling similar to pain.

"Soul traumatized", the words popped up in her imaginative head, and she felt very appropriate. It was an amazing experience.

Her soul is like a darkly wounded bird, unable to fly for long. However, the cage that imprisoned the birds has been destroyed after all. The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly. Even with wounds, the feeling now is more than a million times better than before.

free.

The inner world has taken on a new look, and it can no longer be compared with the specific night sky and ocean. An Xu saw a golden moon surrounded by dazzling lightning. The sea water melted into the sky, and the golden thread solidified into a full moon. She no longer felt the boundary, only the endless universe. The distance between the outside world and himself is thinner and clearer than ever, and An Xu suddenly has a premonition—

This world can be perceived, this universe can be explored, and this space can be mastered. She can dominate it all, no, she can be it all.

That was the enlightenment of the young gods looking down on the earth.

This mysterious and mysterious moment only lasted for a short moment, An Xu fell back into his body, gasping for breath, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. She felt like she drank dozens of cups of coffee, stayed up for several nights, and her whole body was taken out. She fell limply on the bed, feeling cold and nauseated as if motion sickness. what happened? Before she could figure out why, the door was opened.

Lydia came over in a hurry, lifted An Xu who was lying face down from under the quilt, and put one hand on her back. An Xu felt a warm current penetrate from his back, and the strong sense of exhaustion finally subsided a little.

"Thank you." She muttered, "Thanks for coming in, I thought I was going to vomit on the bed just now."

"I hear your voice," said Lydia curtly.

"Are you still awake?"

An Xu leaned softly on the girl's body, feeling that the hand holding her was very warm, he couldn't help but find something to say, and wanted to keep his hand for a while. She felt that she was like a young hero who went mad and was taught by a master, and the unsmiling Lydia must be an old senior like Tianshan Child Elder.

No matter how she thought about it, Lydia had already withdrawn her hand. "Evening Prayer," she said briefly, saluting and leaving. An Xu quickly grabbed her and pulled her back cheekily.

"What should I do if I get sick again later? You can stay!" An Xu said, without hesitation, he accepted the setting of being weak and sick. me?"

Lydia stared at her for a moment with her green eyes, then nodded solemnly.

An Xu let go, and Lydia immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Why are you kneeling?" An Xu was taken aback, not knowing what signal he had sent that would be misunderstood by the other party.

"Here with you." Lydia said naturally.

"Did you sleep like this in the next room?"

"I am an ascetic."

"I know an ascetic monk, but I didn't see her sleeping on her knees at night!" An Xuqi said.

"I am an ascetic monk in the ascetic monastery."

An Xu recalled that there seemed to be such a priest in the records. Unlike the priests and saints in the monasteries and churches who often deal with people (yes, even though they wear a white ghost, the saints still have to enter the world), the members of the ascetics rarely show their faces in the world. They live in the deep mountains and old forests, and they practice hard every day. It is said that they are the most loyal guards of the Holy See. Compared with them, the other ascetic monks who are attached to various monasteries can only be said to be wild.

"The Penitentiary is more troublesome than the Seminary," An Xu smacked his tongue. "Is it as well-regulated as the Holy One?"

"Only beta."

"What? Only beta ascetic monks have so many rules?" An Xu added, "It's really strange, who did beta provoke?"

"Ascetic Abbey only has beta." Lydia said.

"Only betas?" An Xu raised his brows in surprise, "Are you only recruiting betas? Don't you recruit children with no gender differentiation? How old are you? How long ago did you differentiate genders? Are you only in the penitentiary?" For a year or two?"

Lydia frowned and looked at An Xu for a while, as if she couldn't digest the long list of questions for a while. "I have been in a penance since I was a child." She loosened her brows and said slowly, "Differentiated a year ago. 11 years old. Recruited. Only beta."

An Xu thought it was fun for her to answer one by one as if she was snapping her fingers, but she quickly attracted her attention by the content of her answers. "It recruits children, but the Penitentiary only has beta?" She grasped the point at once, "Where did the people who split into alpha and omega go?"

Lydia shook her head.

There is a kind of horror story, the words are not bloody, the description is not disgusting, but there is a missing piece. For example: "School A, which is full boarding system, is strict, and all students look forward to graduating or being expelled, but no one has ever seen the graduates and dropouts of this school", "The impoverished village A is said to have magical herbs In a hundred years, women who married into the village have never given birth to congenitally handicapped people or baby girls. By the way"... It didn't sound scary at first, but after thinking about it for a while, the whole back of the head began to feel cold.

Brain supplements have been the scariest since ancient times.

An Xu smiled dryly, thinking it's better not to scare himself into running in the direction of the nightmare. The key to controlling dreams is confidence, you feel that the footsteps behind you come from a monster, well, don’t want to sleep tonight, just run away. If you think that the rhythm behind you is a bit of a square dance, you can see a group of aunts twisting vigorously there when you turn around.

So, don't be cowardly, just do it.

"I know a saint who is about your age, and she likes to listen to my stories." Anxu began to seize the initiative of the topic (unrelated to the context), "Do you like to listen to stories? Saints and ascetics Are you usually boring? Do you want me to tell you a story?"

Lydia has recovered her expressionless face, looking at her quietly with sullen green eyes.

Lydia, who is the same age as Esther, is completely different from the former. If you use an animal analogy, Esther is a little fluffy bunny. Full of the sense of accomplishment of teaching - An Xu is a typical example, she is so complacent when she is admired by the little white rabbit, she accidentally runs the train with her mouth full, making the once silly Baitian develop into a mysterious holiness By. And Lydia, she's kind of like a cat... an owl, with big eyes looking straight at you, making you feel like an idiot no matter what you say.

"Where are you from?" An Xu paused for half a second, and changed the subject without any embarrassment.

"The penitentiary."

"And before that? Born in the ascetic? Can people in the ascetic get married and have children?"

"Before..." Lydia hesitated for a moment, frowned, shook her head and said, "No, I was an orphan and was raised by a penance. I can't get married."

"What do the people in the penance school usually do? Do you go to school? Speaking of the penance school, there are only people around your age or all age groups? Do you wear the God's punishment lock? I didn't see you wearing it. "An Xu didn't mind short answers, and gradually found the joy of asking Lydia questions.

"Painful training. Literacy. All of them. Dai, the ability training was taken off. I took it off here to facilitate treatment." Sure enough, Lydia struggled to keep up with her.

"There are classes for all age groups? How young can be the youngest? How old is the oldest? What is the content of the penance training? Are there no other classes besides reading? Those who have read the words will not be in class? The penance academy white Keeping you?"

Lydia wanted to answer halfway, but An Xu asked a bunch of questions in one breath, without giving her a chance to intervene. The Beta with little expression frowned again, seemed to be thinking hard, moved his mouth, and stopped talking.

She looked a little **** off.

An Xu smiled narrowly, and patted her on the shoulder familiarly. "You look younger than me now!" She smiled, "If you can't keep up, you can ask me! Come on, read to me 'cute and super amazing sister Ann, little Lydia didn't hear clearly just now, tell me again May I say it again?'"

Lydia blinked, looking at her inexplicably.

"I found that you're not very good at talking, usually, aren't you?" An Xu said with a serious expression on his face.

[We usually talk like this. 】Lydia is using the common sign language of the priest.

"What's the use of sign language? You came out with me now, you won't go back right away, are you? There are no priests around here? Don't tell me the abbot, do you want him to be your interpreter? Don't you Do you want me to be your interpreter? Didn’t you come to take care of me?” An Xu coaxed, “If you don’t speak, you will forget how to say it after a long time, and you will become dumb! If you become dumb, you Wouldn’t it be impossible to achieve the goal? Someone will be disappointed in you, right?”

An Xu is not stupid. Although she treats everything as a cutscene, she can sense it with her keen (game) intuition and years of experience (receiving tasks). She made love. The king's general, the newly appointed abbot, this character setting sounds like the nobles and the Holy See are sending the camp options! The initial map is this virtue. As for Lydia, just by hearing the name of the ascetic monastery, laymen would know where she belonged.

And Lydia was in turmoil.

Before she came out, she was asked to heal the injuries of His Excellency the God's Favored One, and to put the God's Favored One's request first in everything when it was not involved in the task, and try to win the other party's trust as much as possible. The ascetic monks in the ascetic monastery have many advantages. They are extremely loyal, hard-working, and their beliefs are harder than rocks. In other words, their brains seem to be filled with granite, and there is no such thing as flexibility.

Lydia should answer any questions from Your Excellency that are not related to the mission.

Therefore, Lydia, who couldn't speak a word or even hear a word in the ascetic for several years, became deeply confused about things like rhetorical questions.

"Oh, it looks like you can't answer me, I'm so sad." An Xu said pretendingly, "Well, come on, come and sleep together and I'll forgive you."

Lydia opened her mouth, she didn't understand the logical relationship, and she always felt that something was wrong. But for her to refute carefully, the level of difficulty breaks through the sky. She briefly weighed the pros and cons, and obediently climbed onto the bed.

"Lie down!" An Xu said, pulling Lydia down on the quilt. She couldn't bear to have a little girl kneeling outside while she was sleeping.

Lydia fell asleep hard, unable to close her eyes because of the sleep method she had never experienced before. For the first time in a long time, something seemed to come out of her calm heart, which felt strange and novel. If Dennis, who was sleeping all night in the monastery because of property loss, could understand her mood, he would pat her on the shoulder sympathetically and tell her: This feeling is called aggrieved.

Pleasure is a sin, suffering is atonement, the only way to get close to the gods - this is the life creed of the ascetic. Lydia froze, staring at the ceiling, determined not to sleep. It's not that she hasn't stayed up all night, kneeling and chanting scriptures all night is one of the basic skills of the members of the penance. But for some reason, it was much more difficult to stay awake in this posture than usual, and it was even difficult to recite scriptures silently.

Is this the corruption of the soul by the devil of pleasure? The ascetic monk's eyelids trembled, and the favored man sleeping next to him was already soundly asleep. He turned over, hugged Lydia tightly in his arms, and patted her lightly like a pillow. Lydia frowned and stared at her. Anna seemed to feel it, stretched out her hand and scratched her face, and yawned big. Lydia also yawned contagiously, her eyelids faltering after a while.

Some pictures flashed through her blurred thoughts, there was a bed in the picture, and she was... Strange, it was obvious that she had been resting on her knees all the time, Lydia thought, ascetic monks should not sleep like this, but this is God The benefactor's request...

really soft.

That was Lydia's last thought before falling asleep to drooling.