Chapter 335 334. Sense of Sleep
The urging from the lady in the lake has been on and off for a week.
She was delaying the opening of the rift between the heaven and earth, and Lan En had no intention of delaying it any longer after waiting for the equipment that he had wanted to get for a long time.
Poppa was already very familiar with the route from Gos Velen to Vizima. In order to save some time, Lan also took the inland river ferry halfway.
He had planned to walk there purely on horseback this time, so he could regard it as relaxing on the road.
But the space expansion spell that had been delayed for two days still made him hurry up.
Lane had disembarked before entering the dock in Vizima waters. He made a deal with Foltest to stay away from this maelstrom of political confrontation.
Although judging from the news received in the past few days, Foltest has almost wiped out the remaining strength of Staisa.
But Lan En still believes that if it is not necessary, it is better to be a person who keeps his promises.
Poppa was entrusted to the owner of the Dark Water Inn by Lan En. When he left, Lan En left ten uncut Oren coins as food expenses.
Now Berengar doesn't know how long he will spend in Aretusa, and he probably won't come out until the device is finalized.
Therefore, there is one less person in the village who can help him take care of the horse.
“Don’t worry, sir. I guarantee that this horse can eat better than me, and I will not let it do heavy work. It will only be properly exercised. I would rather let me lose weight than let it. It's wronged!"
The innkeeper is already familiar with the Witcher and his friends.
After all, the rent for the room Margarita booked originally has not been used up even now.
So he simply put the darkened and shiny towel on his shoulders and solemnly promised.
“Thanks, man.”
——
When Lan En arrived at the dock of this small village, the local fishermen were all looking forward to it. He can sail his ship away.
Because the fishermen who have experienced it twice know very well that if the cat-eyed man in front of them leaves the boat, he will not come back for a month.
This time can be regarded as lost, and the man himself knows this, so when he sails away, he will basically pay the price of buying it instead of renting it.
If you think your boat is a bit old and want to replace it with a fast and stable fishing boat, then the money this man spent can be considered a timely blessing.
The same thing happened today. The man just wanted to leave quickly and didn't even bargain much at the checkout.
This was even more generous than the previous two times. The fishermen were talking a lot, thinking that this beautiful man had found a profitable business.
When Lan En landed on Black Tern Island, he saw the messenger of the Lady in the Lake, a nymph waiting for him.
"You're a little late this time."
While complaining, she and Lan En, who jumped out of the boat, dragged the fishing boat to the beach.
Some parts of her naked aqua body bounced under the violent movements.
It was easy for Lan En to know why many strong men were raped by nymphs and water nymphs even though farmers had extraordinary resistance to non-human races. They were literally eaten dry and wiped clean.
Men always have the illusion that they can get something cheap.
"Huh~ Madam, let me wait for you here, come with me."
Lan En is a little curious as to what the lady messenger usually does.
After all, Miss Nymph did not show up when she came last time. She even greeted Lan En by herself.
If this were placed in a human palace, such a lazy maid would probably be punished.
“Under the lake, the home of the half-murlocs has been almost destroyed by the group of deep divers.”
Miss Nymph, who was leading the way according to etiquette, lifted her waist-length green hair, exposed her graceful back for a moment, and spoke calmly.
"Under the lake is where that thing has done the most serious damage. Even now, the half-fish people have not completed the reconstruction. I was helping them before." 'That thing' refers to Dagon.
Nowadays, Miss Nymph seems to have given up her desire for Lan En, or maybe it is really hard work to rebuild the underwater half-murloc kingdom, so she does not have too much entanglement with him. Unclear.
It was simply brought to the temple in the lake, and then sank into the water without a trace.
Lan En took out the cone-shaped crystal in the alchemy leather bag and swept it on the marble beneath the surface of the lake.
The lake water seemed to sense something automatically, and the waves and foam turned into words and sentences in the distortion and transformation——
"I am still processing the end of my hand, and the crack is about to open."
"Tsk, tsk." Lan En took back the cone-shaped crystal again and smacked it in his mouth.
"It seems that the lake god who was sacrificed by blood really fed her up. How many people died was this thing? Was it a war?"
The blood sacrifices and wars on the other side of the world cannot affect this place, let alone the rift between the heaven and earth caused by the surge of chaotic magic power.
Cracks like broken mirrors floated upwards from the lake water again.
After losing the restraint of the lady in the lake, the sound of "caracara" in which the spatial structure was torn apart by the magic of chaos could be heard endlessly.
When it finally hovered in front of Lan En, the flickering light on the opposite side also began to stabilize.
The witcher took a deep breath to calm down the intense beating of his two hearts in his chest.
The handprint on his left hand flashed past, and a golden magic shield covered his body.
He put the great sword of Zhuoliu into the alchemy leather bag on his waist. This kind of weapon, which looks brutal from its appearance, will only cause trouble if it suddenly appears in a peaceful area.
But Arondette, who wore the Elf-style long sword on his waist, was still hanging because Lan En wanted to give himself some necessary but not excessive deterrence.
"Huh, old acquaintance, let's go."
The demon hunter muttered and took a step forward.
But the celestial sphere intersection rift, which he hailed as an 'old acquaintance', had no intention of giving him any face.
A very strange feeling came from my body.
It’s a completely different feeling from the previous two times when I traveled through the celestial sphere’s intersection.
Although the first two sensations were intense, they were nothing more than dizziness and swelling and pain in the brain.
It is equivalent to asking Mentos to perform [Memory Dive] when passing through the Warlock Portal.
It was uncomfortable, but it didn't make Lan En completely lose consciousness.
But this time, I felt dizzy, top-heavy, occasionally frightened, and twitched like a nervous reflex.
If I had to describe it, it is similar to the feeling of a person who has difficulty sleeping, being stuck in the gap between waking and falling asleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but in my groggy consciousness, even the sense of time became ambiguous.
Finally, with a weightless and twitching feeling like falling in a dream, Lan En felt his feet touch the ground.
"Uh-huh?"
The dull, unfocused cat eyes were flashed by the light in front of him and refocused.
What comes into view is the dazzling, blood-red sunset that shines through the gaps in the tall Gothic spire buildings.
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(End of this chapter)