Farewell Julia.

Ken walked to the landlord's house after a long absence.

An eyeball slowly drilled out of his palm.

He didn't know what kind of deal Andy had with the nobles, but it looked at Andy's previous preparations.

He led a group of thugs to block the noble's door.

He was even followed by cultists.

He must be trying to kill the fish.

But when he came out with a glowing face, everything seemed to have gotten better...

However, it is already related to the heresy - even to the mysterious evil priest.

Will it really be that peaceful?

It seems calm on the surface.

But Ken plans to probe deeper.

There is a dream.

It is the link between the spiritual world and humans.

Ken once determined the coordinates of Andy Timothy's dream when he and the Paladin were investigating the shaking villa.

The connection with dreams is unique to everyone.

That location is...

Ken lifted his umbrella, and his figure became turbid like a TV set with a blurry screen. There was a burst of buzzing sound, and the tall man disappeared from the spot.

…

A shabby room.

dilapidated houses.

There were broken wine bottles on the ground, and the doors and windows of the houses were dilapidated, making creaking sounds under the cold winter wind.

There is old rotten rice on the table.

It already stinks.

The people in the room seemed to have left in a hurry during the meal.

On either side of the table, on either side of the rotting table, sat two people.

Opposite me.

He is a short and fat goblin with a beer belly. His face is full of scars, he only has one eye, and his green skin is very conspicuous. He is wearing a standard and neat formal suit, a tie, and a scarf in front of him.

That's...himself?

The angle of view is slightly downward, and what you see is a white skirt.

…

In Baron Alik's conference room.

There is still a meeting here.

In fact the meeting has already started many times.

At this time, in addition to two counts, a baron, and a display screen, there was also a man wearing a black robe on the table. There were some scratches on his robe and he looked a little embarrassed.

Eden Grote.

Emilia's evil priest arrived here in a panic after being driven out of his house by Amy.

The female voice on the display seemed to have known that he was coming, and a mature female voice sounded: "Sit down, Mr. Grote, you came at the right time."

Eden glanced at the display screen with fear, then slowly walked to the end table with his cane.

Baron Alik looked at Grote with interest and said:

"Hey, Mr. Grote, is this how you look like a snake in the shadows should look like?"

"..." Eden didn't answer.

He was not angry at the provocation from Baron Alik.

For him, this kind of trash that even a three-ring warlock cannot reach cannot attract his attention.

He sat upright on the seat and said softly: "There is no change in the plan, just continue to proceed according to the plan."

He looked at the display screen. In his eyes, only the person behind the screen was worthy of his attention. The other people were just dead people.

…

Andy Timothy looked at his palms blankly.

Those are unfamiliar arms.

Thin and small.

And the skin is not green, but white, like...a human being.

This is?

He raised his head blankly and looked at himself, his other self.

The man himself poured the white wine on the table into the cup, and at the same time used a knife to cut the rotten and maggot-infested meat, put it on a plate, and tasted it slowly.

If you ignore the overwhelming stench and the dirty illusion, the man in front of you is indeed Andy's ideal gentleman.

"Are you..." Andy asked curiously.

He had just finished speaking when his words stopped.

His voice was extremely sharp.

It turned out to be a girl's voice.

"Martin Timothy."

The man across the table did not stop using his knife and fork. It seemed that to him, the rotten food filled with maggots on the table was also a delicious meal.

Martin Timothy chewed slowly, and the juice overflowed. It was not only disgusting, but also terrifying.

The one in front of me is obviously his ancestor.

The person in the diary that I admire most.

But at this moment Andy didn't feel any sense of longing.

There was only fear and nausea in his heart.

"Don't waste any food, Andy." Martin said Andy's name, and while eating the food, he continued to say: "What's wrong, with this strange look, maybe you think that you look like

very ugly?"

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Andy.

Green skin.

One eye hidden in the folds.

Thick beard.

It is indeed Andy's own appearance.

This is also the face Andy takes care of in the mirror again and again.

But at this time, Andy inexplicably felt that this face was extremely ugly and disgusting, and he retched.

"I advise you to have dinner with me. In fact, this is not your home court, but my home court." Martin said: "You have failed. You can no longer bear the name of the greatest Timothy."

Great Timothy.

This title engraved in the soul hit Andy's memory hard.

Even the person in front of him made him feel so disgusting and terrifying.

But he is indeed Martin Timothy.

The object of your admiration personally declares your failure to yourself. This kind of blow is simply devastating to the soul.

Andy was silent for a moment.

His little hands were trembling as he placed them on the dinner cup.

The cup on the table has a layer of spider web inside.

But when Andy held it, the dust on it automatically disappeared, and half a glass of red wine slowly emerged from it.

An even greater sense of terror came from behind Andy.

That was his enhanced sixth sense.

Can sense danger.
To be continued...