Chapter 23 Steady as I Am

"Do you know Nightmare Shards?"

Salvatore also held a cup of black tea and sat opposite Annan.

He was always sleepy, his eyes with thick eye bags caused by staying up late opened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "It is said, it is only said... that the foreign trade activities of Frozen Water Port are prohibited, most likely not because of the relationship with the North Winter Principality. The reason for the intensification of the conflict.

"It's because the Frozen Water Harbor is cursed."

"...to be specific."

Annan jumped in his heart and asked, "What kind of curse? Who is the curse?"

If it was said that a certain place was cursed, he naturally would not have believed it before. But he has also learned before that the extraordinary power of this world is composed of curses, and he has even seen the fate of those who suffer from the curse backlash.

Well, it's not impossible to say that an area is cursed...

"It's a false god," Salvatore also lowered his voice, as if he was worried about disturbing something. "The real god..."

"God..."

Annan repeated the word, his heart skipping a beat.

Although he didn't know the difference between the false god and the righteous god, or what the difference was, he was involved in such a big guy before he entered the stage, which always made him a little flustered.

Damn why!

I just found a vest for a transition, and I was involved in such a troublesome thing?

"Specifically, as long as someone can read or recite the name of the false god within the range of the frozen water port, they will be dragged into a nightmare."

Salvatore said slowly: "I won't tell you about his clergy, but I'm worried that you will think of this name unconsciously, and you can't hold yourself back and read it out subconsciously.

"This is a set of mythical locks composed of multiple nightmare fragments, and its interlocking property is 'replay'. That is, if you die from this nightmare, you will lose all the memories in the nightmare and start from scratch.

"It's okay to have a nightmare at the shallow level. But if you fall into a deep nightmare without realizing it, the death rate will skyrocket... After all, you don't know how many times you've made the same mistake. It's easy Trapped in an infinite cycle of death. Until you are completely eroded by the curse and become an out-of-control monster."

The young mayor took a deep breath.

His expression was very serious: "Silver Sir's church sent people here to purify the nightmares here.

"Because this nightmare cannot accommodate many people. No matter how many people the church sends, there will only be one person in the nightmare. In order to prevent someone from dying in the nightmare and becoming the nourishment of the nightmare, the church only sends one person. come over.

"He is Priest Lewis. Although he is just an ordinary priest, he is not even a priest. But he is actually an agent of the Silver Hand, with rich experience in purifying nightmares.

"He needs at least three hundred effective purifications in the nightmare to weaken the entire nightmare and cut off the chain. So his main purpose here is not to encourage trade or heal people's injuries. His duty , is to constantly enter the shallow nightmare, and immediately escape after completing the purification... It is a very dangerous job."

Salvatore said this, yawned, took a sip of black tea with a cup in his hand, and emphasized: "And I'm here to keep this secret from spreading. On the one hand, it's about people's lives. Responsible for safety; on the other hand, it is also so that cleric Lewis will not try to purify for a while, only to find that the nightmare here is getting stronger and stronger..."

...In other words, was the priest Lewis sent to do the dungeon?

Salvatore didn't see it, Annan's expression became a little weird.

He was still worried about this before.

If players come to Frozen Water Harbor, but there is no dungeon for them to brush,

Will there be any trouble with the energetic players...

After all, there are really few people here, and there are no monsters outside that can kill them. And Annan couldn't be sure whether the NPC could give the player some quests or something.

If players are allowed to enter the game, but can only do some farm work, fishing, building houses, etc., then this foggy continent might as well be renamed "Longing for Life Simulator".

It's fine now.

Annan intends that if the players are full of energy, they will be thrown directly into high difficulty books.

Shaking M can be cultivated...

But Annan was very curious about another thing, and even wary:

"...Senior, then why did you tell me about it?"

"Because the Frozen Water Harbor doesn't need two mayors. The one who is mainly responsible for purifying the nightmare is the priest Lewis. I don't have the Holy Light, and I can't use spells in the nightmare. What can I do in it. It's a bad word, mine The duty is to write a letter to the capital to ask for support after the priest Louis loses control or dies."

Salvatore said with a smile, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood: "In other words, after you take over this job, Lord... I will return to the Black Tower and advance to silver."

Annan's heart suddenly froze.

...you fucking don't want to slip, are you?

Comparing his heart to his heart, Annan suddenly began to wonder if Salvatore had discovered some great danger, so he took the opportunity to run away...

Seeing that Annan seemed a little unhappy, Salvatore said immediately: "I'm not leaving immediately. Before I leave, you can come and read my book at any time... If you don't understand, you can always Tell me. After all, I was the chief and a prefect, so it should be no problem to teach you."

That's more or less.

Hearing this, Annan's complexion became much better.

He wasn't the real Don Juan Geraint anyway. If there really is a big problem that can't be solved, just run away...

Compared with the risks in the future, the benefits that can be obtained now are the most real.

Most importantly, he was finally able to read some books--hopefully, here in Salvatore, he could make up for the common sense of the world.

Annan is also very tired just relying on his acting skills to communicate with people.

So Annan responded quickly.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Annan then asked again.

Looking at Annan's hopeful and earnest gaze, Salvatore coughed lightly and turned his head away unnaturally.

"I should stay in the black tower for a long time... I want to work directly in the black tower, be a professor and teach, and I can do some research when I have time. It's very comfortable."

Having said that, he glanced at Annan and sighed softly: "Of course, if the situation in the capital continues to be chaotic, I don't think Heita will be at ease for too long.

"Once the war breaks out..."

He didn't say anything after that, but Annan didn't follow up.

The inheritance of the royal family, the issue of the senior officials of the Principality of Winter, and the false god who has his eyes on the Frozen Water Harbor...

These things are all intertwined. The deeper Annan went, the more he felt that he was powerless.

"The advanced ceremony after that may trouble you, senior."

Annan stood up and said to Salvatore seriously.

Salvatore nodded slowly.

His tired eyes opened slightly, and he warned: "Go read a book first and adjust your state. The advanced ritual needs to be carried out in a nightmare. I will go to Louis to ask for some information and summarize the nightmare for you. point.

"Remember, don't do superfluous things. If you fall into a deep nightmare, no one can save you—get it?"

"no problem."

Annan nodded and replied with great certainty, "I definitely won't be cheap."

Others say that he is as stable as a defensive tower, so he must be a very stable person.

Annan's evaluation of himself has always been very pressing.