After opening the diary and taking a look, Wright was quickly attracted by one of the stories.
The story mentioned that the tobacco-smoking "Old Joe" next door had the habit of dreaming before falling asleep, but recently he couldn't dream, so he started to sleep all night.
Insomnia and mental state took a sharp turn for the worse.
No Dreams...
Insomnia……?
Wright's heart skipped a beat and he continued to flip through the diary.
[It’s amazing!]
He saw it in amazement.
[I heard a strange story today. Someone told me that he always saw a white castle in his dreams! It even has a specific name, Pusilint!]
"The castle of Puslint in dreams and the reality that mortals cannot dream of..."
Wright stared, and countless lightning flashed through his mind in an instant.
Oh……
Damn 'Mobidians'.
So this is what buying medicine means.
Chapter 4 Engineering Meeting (Two in One)
"You mean, the so-called Pusilint University is actually to be found in dreams?"
After returning, that night, Tilan and Lemuel visited the lounge of the Tarignan Division again. Here they listened to Wright-Sally describe the important intelligence discovered today, and were amazed at the gains.
"I think that's it," Wright said. "The guy later changed his clothes and came back to me. He asked me some questions and finally asked me if I would like to join an organization called 'Namiya Mechanical Engineering Society'... I nodded to get more information. He asked me to sign a contract and gave me this badge."
After saying that, he took out a silver badge from his bosom and placed it on the table. The thing was about the size of a bottle cap, shield-shaped, and engraved with patterns of mechanical gears, wrenches and crescent moons.
I understand the first two patterns, but what does the last 'crescent moon' mean?
Tilan picked up the badge and looked at it, then asked Wright, "This organization is suspicious... Are you really planning to join them?"
In her opinion, this is Wayne Port, and the secret police of Wayne Port are omnipresent and pervasive. No organization can bypass those men in black to cause trouble. If this 'Namiya Mechanical Engineering Society' is not controlled by the White Shadow Palace for fishing, then the existence of this organization will immediately become a hundred times more dangerous.
How did they manage to establish themselves in Wayne Harbor without being noticed by those men in black?
Who are they to do such a thing... basically contacting foreign envoys in front of those mastiffs and even trying to win them over to join them?
What is their purpose - because they obviously did this because they were interested in their status as an envoy, so they must have something that requires this identity to do. Wouldn't such a thing contain huge risks?
These doubts made Tilan feel uneasy. She suspected that a storm against the royal power was brewing in secret.
And this is not surprising, is it? For a country like Sara, such things may only happen once every few years or even more than ten years, but in Egang Castle, analyzing and dealing with those with ill intentions is a common practice for princes and grandchildren like Tilan.
It is much more chaotic there than here. Every day there are many people who hate the lord, and there are even many outsiders who simply try to replace the locals... Therefore, this is not an "accident" in Tilan's view. This is the nature of the people she knows.
"I won't really join in." Wright frowned, "I signed a fake name... Even though they made me bleed, as long as they can't find me, the contract is just a piece of waste paper."
"Can't find you? Is there a more obvious target than the leader of the delegation?"
"I went there in drag, and the person saw me as at least ten years older than I am now."
Tilan nodded and continued to look down at the badge.
But Moore-Sally next to him frowned and looked at Wright - he knew his brother too well. If there was something that did not make Wright feel puzzled and troubled, he would never express it with that tone and expression.
He frowned, which meant he couldn't figure it out either. But what exactly didn't he understand? There must be something he didn't say clearly!
Realizing that the reason for this was because there were two outsiders present, Moore did not point it out. He waited until the two sides finished their meeting and conversation and sent the people away before asking Wright: "What's the matter with the contract?"
"The bartender specifically reminded me." Wright turned around, his eyes flickering slightly, "'It doesn't matter what name you sign, but as long as you drop blood on this contract, you will be a 'believer'. Are you really sure you want to do this?'"
"Is this a warning?" Moore felt it was strange. If this was an organization that was evil in nature, it would be unreasonable to have such a warning.
After all, those organizations will do whatever it takes to recruit people, so why would anyone remind you to think twice when they are trying to trick you into doing something bad? This doesn't make sense.
"Yes, a warning." Wright found a place to sit down again, then raised his hand to show the smooth back of his hand. "After the contract was signed, it was burned to ashes by an extremely strange... black flame. I saw with my own eyes that the debris drilled into the skin on the back of my hand and formed a tattoo that was exactly the same as the badge... But when I came out from there and wanted to take a look at it again, it completely disappeared from the back of my hand."
"We seem to be involved in something serious." Moore curled his lips, "Do you regret it?"
"Not at all. It actually gave me some new ideas." Wright picked up the remaining bread beside him and started to eat it. He hadn't eaten since noon today and was starving on the way back. "For example, I don't believe that the Sara people don't know about the existence of this organization."
"Do you think so?"
"If they only intend to do some minor bad things secretly, then we can let them go." Wright nodded, "But the black fire... involves the extraordinary things of the Poltergeist. If they are not even aware of the existence of these people, Wayne Port would have ceased to exist long ago."
"What do you mean by a brand new idea?" Moore hesitated. "You don't mean that you think this organization has something to do with 'her'?"
"Remember the information we read before, Moore? The meetings about the division of territory and resources in Aisha Continent."
"Can not remember."
"Okay, I forgot you don't like these political things... But I have seen them many times, and there is an organization that continues in Aisha that left a deep impression on me. Can you guess what they call themselves?"
"…You know I don't know, but you still let me guess?"
"Why are you guessing if you know?"
Moore felt that it was impossible for him to make him guess something so far-fetched for no reason. This self-proclaimed person must be related to the topic they had talked about before - or even to the "Namiya Mechanical Engineering Society".
"Mechanic," he guessed.
"wrong."
"Engineer." Guess again.
"That's right! It's 'Engineers'!" Wright clapped his hands vigorously. "I think this Engineering Society must be those people who were recruited by Sarah. They got the largest territory, which is more than three times the size of other countries combined. So how are they going to deal with those Elsa organizations that are difficult to control? Obviously the best way is to bring them back to civilized society and let them systematically re-learn the knowledge that they have missed due to the isolation of civilization over the years!"
"Then this contract is equivalent to being established directly with the White Shadow Palace." Moore frowned, "Why would they go to such lengths?"
On the surface, they are using negotiations to keep these people hanging, but in private they are doing small things like "special treatment" and "initiative ceremony".
This doesn't make sense... King Alwyn is currently in the absolute initiative. Why can't she talk openly about something? Why does she have to do it secretly?
Frowning deeply, Moore always felt that he was only a thin film away from the truth, but he just couldn't break through.
"Don't worry." Wright looked at him with a smile, "I'll explore the way first."
"If it's really as I think, then the day when I pull you in won't be far away."
……
On the other side, in the bedroom, Tilan and Lemuel were also discussing the information they had obtained.
"...He didn't tell the truth." Tilan's face was gloomy. "The process was a bit too simple."
After all, she was a princess who had witnessed the bloody political struggles. Even if she was not as smart as the outside world said, her perspective on things was not much different.
Of course she could see that there was a problem, for example, "Since Wright-Sala told them that he judged the existence of this organization was likely illegal," why did those people let him go just like that?
Shouldn't he leave something behind? At least he should do some tasks on the spot to prove that he and they are of the same mind... so that they can trust him. Otherwise, who knows if he will report the Black Swan Hotel as soon as he returns?
"Reporting is useless." Lemire had a different idea. "If I'm not mistaken, the bartender of that store may have returned to his original position."
What does it mean to change back to the original person?
Tilan didn't react at first, but after thinking it through, she couldn't stop feeling a chill on her back.
My goddess... Lemuel means that this organization has been watching our every move from the beginning... They arranged everything a few hours before they were sure that Light-Sally was going to take action.
"The real bartender was probably knocked unconscious and hid in the closet." Lemire sighed, "After the contract was signed, they left, and when the bartender woke up, he thought it was a prank. Even if he reported it to the police, there would be no follow-up."
Tilan stopped talking. She couldn't imagine how much energy was needed to accomplish this series of operations in Wayne Port.
"But they also gave the most crucial information." Lemire comforted her, "That is, Puslint was in a dream."
"…Do you really believe this nonsense?"
Tilan pouted.
She didn't believe it anyway.
A school...a castle, how could it be in a dream?
"Then how do you explain why the Mobidians have been looking for a pharmacy these days?" Lemire narrowed his eyes. "This is also the information provided by Wright... I investigated this matter myself and found that it is true. They have been looking for many days! If they just wanted to buy ointment to treat bruises and injuries, they would not have spent so much effort. Combined with this information, they should be looking for hypnosis - no! Strictly speaking, it is 'dream-inducing medicine'!"
"They also want to find Pusilint?" Tiran responded immediately, "They got the exact news that Pusilint is in a dream... But entering a dream is no longer a free thing now! It is restricted! It is controlled... You have to take drugs to enter..."
Being a little unconscious due to the explosion, Tilan's rational mind thought that this speculation was too crazy, but her instinct told her that "this is right."
This is the result, this is the truth. How else to explain James Larrence's meaningful look at her at the end? That look is like saying... "Look! I've told you the answer, but I bet you won't find it, and you'll be like many people, dizzy in front of the truth!"
Pusilint was in a dream...
If that was the case, then he had every right to laugh at himself.
What kind of psychic research is this...what level of extraordinary means is required?
She thought that the hustle and bustle of traffic, the tall buildings and the bright lights had already shocked her enough, but Tilan did not expect that the biggest shock would come from the research on the spirits. In this area, they were left far behind!
"If that's the case, we'll know after we get in touch with the Mobidians," Lemire suggested.
"Will they agree?"
"Yes, if they don't want everyone to know about this."
……
A few days later, Lemuel was sent out to carry out an "exchange mission", while Tilan was bored living in the mansion and wanted to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.
It is obviously easier now than when I first arrived.
No, it should be said that it is much easier.
Whether it was the fear of being rejected or the restraint of being a country bumpkin in the city, my nerves were too tense during that period. But now at least I have gotten used to the new schedule and have done what I should do.
At this point, there was no point in her worrying anymore. She simply relaxed completely and treated herself as a tourist, wandering around Wayne like many other people like her.
She went to the museum to admire the artifacts and paintings, and passed by an art salon where one only had to pay an entrance fee to participate, and went in to listen to the men and women from small business families talking about love and sex.
But she noticed one thing, even though these people would secretly make fun of the 'Prince Tenize', none of them mentioned the Count Xieyang.
This is very abnormal. Judging from the deeds that were circulated before that person was conferred the title, even if there were no romantic stories to talk about, it should at least not have been mentioned once, right?
Sarah seemed to be deliberately downplaying her presence...
Tilan didn't have much evidence, but that's what she thought.
Because of the evil disaster in the Xixinna Diocese - she just regarded it as an evil disaster, the person who led the army to suppress the evil disaster was Earl Xieyang, so how could the earl's name not be seen in the news reports about this matter?
She was removed from all the troubles, out of the vortex, out of the spotlight, and completely invisible in the shadows. Even seeing her was extremely difficult...
What on earth happened to her?
Count Xie Yang, Count Xie Yang… Combining a mere suffix of Count with a title like "Xie Yang" which carries both theocracy and royal power, it was obvious that Sarah's previous actions were intended to promote her and make her famous overseas.
But their current action is to put her on ice.
In the end what happened……
What caused such a big change in their attitude on this matter?
A huge confusion was brewing in his heart. Tilan took a deep breath and tried not to think too much.
When she came to her senses, she found herself following the crowd to the church.
This is a small church, smaller than a monastery. Although it is not Saturday, there are still many people visiting. Tilan guessed that most of them are tourists from other cities in Sara, or simply foreigners like himself.
Now that I'm here, I might as well pay my respects to the goddess.
The cultural beliefs of different countries are usually different, but the birth of Xiyang did save human civilization. The fire of hope was first lit in the east, and then spread... like wildfire, baptizing the entire Icarolinian continent, and of course it also affected the inherent beliefs of other regions.
At present, according to Tilan's understanding, most countries on the west coast also believe in this goddess, but they call her differently due to different cultures.
In some countries, like that of Rome, she is still officially known as the "Sun King".
The people of Guseran were rigid and particular, and they liked to act pretentiously by using their status as "Guseran refugees" in everything they did, as if they were the only ones worthy of forming an alliance with Sara. Dilan hated them in his heart.
Some countries do not believe that the "Sun King" and the "Xian Yang Goddess" are of the same status. Some of them respect "Xian Yang" like Sarah, while others reconstruct the myth and create some new gods after some twisted reconstruction.
Some people directly call her the "Sun Goddess" or "Holy Goddess". Some even go so far as to say that she is the "Queen of Gods" and the wife of the real "Sun God".
Ah... Speaking of which, wars sometimes break out in the West because of conflicts in faith. Tilan doesn't know much about this. Her belief in the goddess is not so much a belief as it is a habit she has been exposed to since childhood.
We are used to praying and saying "Goddess above". But how much do we really worship her?
Ever since she prayed to the goddess at the age of 6 not to be spanked tonight but received no response, she was convinced that goddesses were all lies.
