Chapter 265 Young Kaphne

Annan's first reaction was... Fortunately, I found Vasily before.

The four sets of buffs that appeared on him were the powers that Annan negotiated with Vasily before and determined that he could get blessings in nightmares.

Mr. Yao is the enemy of nightmares. As long as his strength is used to fight nightmares, he can respond to almost all rituals.

In fact, the morning light that forced all nightmares to end at 6 am every day was the power from Mr. Yao. Every day, He clears nightmares for everyone, whether they are his followers or not.

Unless it is the priest of other gods.

Then it's possible that they're working...that is, purging nightmares. In order not to interfere with the purification work of the priests of other gods, at six o'clock in the morning, only the priests' nightmares will not be forced to wake up.

Sir Silver and the old grandmother were both righteous gods who Annan was sure could lend him power. As for the mysterious lady... As long as it is a complicated and grand ceremony, and the details are all correct, He will be happy.

The Mysterious Lady loves all those who are well versed in ritual, as a teacher loves a bright student.

Without these four buffs, the difficulty of this nightmare would have to rise...

In the real history, whether Annan or Dmitry, Elizabeth or Kaphne survived smoothly. Even old Merlin, who was by Annan's side, lived at least a few months later... Apart from the fact that the final trade agreement was still not reached, there was no war between the two countries again.

And Annan remembered it very well.

The exact time of the death of Master Michelangelo was November 30, 1498.

And now it's August 8, 1498.

That said, this nightmare was three months before the "Nightmare: The White Tower" timeline. This shows that even the attendant by Annan's side is not dead... Because Merlin Manning died at the White Tower ceremony three months later.

That would be hell.

——In the original history, who solved this incident?

It can't be the nine-year-old Annan, right?

It shouldn't because I'm just a kid.jpg

Annan was thinking wildly, and was led by the maid through the side hall and came to the palace garden. As for the 'right index finger' of the predecessor of Winter Heart, Merlin Manning was like a ghost, silently hanging behind Annan, always protecting his safety.

Under the protection of old Merlin... Under the watch of this probably the best silver-rank incapacitated wizard in the world, Annan doesn't even know where he "can move freely".

Do I have to fool Merlin away first?

But that doesn't work either.

Because Annan remembers it very well...

Wife of Prince Albert, she and her cousin Denton are both followers of Roof. And her cousin is a powerful "dream stealer".

A gold-ranked Soul Reaper who can directly modify other people's memories, feelings, and preferences in dreams!

He is now disguised as a silver rank and is lurking beside Prince Albert.

If Annan leaves Merlin's sight, maybe he will be suddenly abducted...

Although Merlin is only a silver rank, he is a "Hand of Winter". After the personal blessing of the Grand Duke of Winter, his feelings and speech functions were sealed by the ceremony... This may be other usages from the "Heart of Winter" talent.

The hand of winter, whose feelings are sealed, can perfectly restrain the soul-removing wizard. Even if the opponent is of the golden rank, he would never dare to appear in front of Merlin at will.

Thinking of this, Annan noticed another thing:

Annan during this period,

Should have not reversed Heart of Winter. In other words, he should now be in a state of "not feeling positive emotions".

Annan needs to adjust his acting skills a little bit.

Appearing a little sad in front of acquaintances... at least not revealing.

Annan's side quest requirement is "not to reveal his identity".

But this is too vague... Annan is not very clear, whether it refers to "can't be discovered as Annan's broken ritual" or "can't reveal that this is just someone's nightmare".

But in short, as long as you are cautious, you can't go wrong...

What's more important is the "Great Hunting Ceremony".

At present, Annan doesn't even know what this ceremony is or where it is, let alone how to break it... This is the primary issue he needs to pay attention to.

And although the main quest is not mentioned.

But Annan knew in his heart that this task must be time-limited.

After all, Annan and Dmitry can't stay here forever, they are going to return to winter. It's just that Annan currently doesn't know anything about this ceremony, and he doesn't even know how much time is left...

Based on the urine nature of the previous nightmare, Annan guessed that the ceremony was on the verge of starting.

——There is not much time left for Annan!

After Annan was led by the maid and passed through the side hall.

He was stunned for a moment by the miracle in front of him—

It was an extremely gorgeous sea of ​​white and purple flowers.

This flower is very strange - it looks like a rose, but the petals are almost transparent pure white. But its branches and leaves are the color of violets... This pure ocean of white and purple swaying under the wind, reflecting the splendor of summer noon.

And in the garden, there are cobblestone paths. The road in the garden extends in all directions, leading to three pavilions of varying sizes.

"This is it, Your Highness Annan. This is the garden blessed by Sir Silver, and the spirit will gradually improve here."

The maid coaxed softly: "Please go a little further... The pavilion has prepared iced juice for you. If you have any other needs, please tell me. I will prepare it for you."

Annan would have paid attention to the ice-cold juice - seeing something delicious and delicious, Annan's first reaction was to try it first.

But his attention was sucked by something else.

I saw that in the sea of ​​flowers, there was a girl wearing a black gauze dress made of the same material as Elizabeth, sitting quietly in the flower field. Her black curly hair fell to her shoulders, and her features were delicate and lovely.

The black high-heeled shoes were taken off and placed neatly on the side of the road, while she was stepping on the ground with her bare feet.

On her lap, there was a small drawing board, crayons in her hands, and she looked up at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

Her crimson pupils shone with a glass-like texture in the summer sun.

Like a lifeless puppet.

...that is, Kaphne?

Annan quickly recognized the girl who was too close to him.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind:

Could it be that Annan and Kaphne... have gotten to know each other at this time?

The maid noticed that Annan's pace had stopped, and she followed Annan's gaze.

She was suddenly surprised.

Why is Her Royal Highness Kaphne here?

"who is she?"

Annan asked in a cold voice.

Noticing that Annan was actually curious, old Merlin who followed Annan rarely raised his head and looked at the maid silently.

What he meant was simple: speak up.

The maid's smile froze slightly, and then she explained to Annan with a soft expression: "This is His Highness Kaphne... His Highness Albert's daughter."

"Can I play with her?"

Annan asked politely.

The maid gave a bitter smile: "Of course, Your Highness Annan. It's just that His Highness Kaphne is...a little quiet."

Out of courtesy, she swallowed the word "exotic".

Annan gently wrenched away the maid's hand--obviously because the maid allowed him to do so--and walked to Kaphne, who was sitting in the flower field, looking up at the sun.

"Looking directly at the sun is bad for your eyesight."

Annan walked over and adjusted his tone slightly.

In the end, he sternly said what a slightly more mature child would say: "It will hurt the eyes."

"Will not."

Kafney's tone was erratic and dreamy, and her voice was very light and soft: "Mr. Yao has a good temper..."

At this moment, Annan noticed the drawing board in her hand.

It seemed to be the sea of ​​silver-purple flowers in front of him.

But unlike what Annan saw...

What Kaphne used, however, was a crimson crayon.

Like blood, like fire.

A color like the setting sun—

...Could it be that the clue is in Kaphne?

Annan suddenly remembered that Kaphne seemed to have some kind of gift for vision... able to see a little bit of fate.

He asked softly, "Are you painting?"

At this time, Kafney turned her gaze to Annan.

She was silent for a while, then asked coldly, "Who are you?

"You have winter colors on you...but it's summer."

"My heart is like ice."

Annan said solemnly - this is the motto of the Winter family, and it is not surprising that he knows it.

He stretched out his hand to Kafney and said friendly: "My name is Annan Lindong. My last name means winter. What about you, what's your name?"

Kaphne looked suspiciously at Annan who was calm.

She always suspected that after she put her hand on, Annan would suddenly pull her hand back and slap her hilariously... Her brothers and sisters would have someone play this kind of boring game.

But she looked at An Nan's outstretched hand, at the smiling maid in front of the pavilion, and at the somewhat terrifying thin old man staring at him from a distance, and vaguely realized something.

It didn't take long before she tentatively stretched out her hand and placed the letter suspiciously in Annan's palm.

That's not the "warm palm" in the story, and Annan doesn't have any "warm smile" either. Her fingertips even touched the shivering low temperature...

But she didn't know why, but she vaguely realized some inexplicable peace of mind.

"Kaffine."

She whispered, "Kaphne Noah... Kaphne means running her fingers through her hair.

"...May I call you Anna?"

"It's Annan."

Annan corrected Kaphne's pronunciation and took her hand.

He said solemnly, "Then we are friends, Kaphne."