Chapter 371, Chapter 25

The familiar passage opened in front of Hoffa again, and he followed Nicolas into the basement of the villa. However, unlike the last time he entered the basement, Flamel did not open the secret door leading to the ice room. Instead, he walked to the other side and lifted a wooden board on the ground to reveal the old-fashioned pulley elevator under the wooden board.

Flamel waved his wand, and the elevator came up. The two stood on the elevator, and fell down with the elevator rumbling.

It didn't take long for them to come to an underground stone room similar to a wine cellar, but there were no wine barrels in the stone room. Instead, there were rows of square crystal cabinets, which looked like coffins.

Seeing these coffins, Hoffa couldn't help being amazed. The old LeMay had so many coffins under his house, and he wasn't afraid to scare others.

"You're very knowledgeable in the underground, does your wife know?"

Hoffa asked Flamel on the elevator.

Nicole May was a little unhappy. From the first time they met, this young man didn't show him much normal attitude. Anyway, he is also a well-known great wizard in the wizarding world, Ivy, and he deserves to be treated with more respect. If other brats dared to talk to him like that, he would definitely have to kick that guy out.

But for some reason, Flamel couldn't hate Hoffa at all. He could only say in a low voice: "The basement is the dignity of a wizard, you will understand it one day."

The elevator landed and LeMay opened the fence. Hoffa followed behind him. He walked up to those square coffins and touched them. After removing the dust, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in quite old clothes sleeping in a transparent crystal coffin, sleeping with his hands folded In red satin, with a silver helmet on his forehead, and chain mail, he looked like an actor in some theater.

Hoffa wiped another crystal coffin. In this coffin lay a rather graceful and luxurious lady. She was wearing a fringed dress with a cat on her chest. The cat seemed to be alive. The fluff is slightly undulating.

Hoffa turned back and shouted: "Hey, Flamel, why didn't I know you were so perverted, did you dig these out of the grave?"

"can you speak?!"

LeMay, who was rummaging through a cabinet, cursed angrily, "Those are all my clients, don't look at them."

Nicole May rattled on the cabinet angrily, he didn't like the way this guy didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. But he also felt that it was very kind of this guy not to treat himself as an outsider. Hell, how could he feel kind to someone he had only met twice? Is this the way a wizard who has lived for hundreds of years should be?

client?

Hoffa curiously walked to another coffin. Inside the coffin lay a young man wearing a black hunting suit and holding a sharp cross sword in his hand. He had several scars on his face and looked very tough. .

Just staring into the coffin, suddenly, the person in the coffin seemed to feel something, he moved, and his eyelids jumped a few times.

Even though Hoffa was well-informed, he was taken aback. He jumped back and asked loudly, "Hey! Flamel, what are you keeping here, Infernal Corpse?"

"Fuck your fart."

Nicole May said angrily: "These are all living people, they are fake!"

Hoffa frowned and looked at him: "A living person is lying in a coffin and wearing such strange clothes. What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

I saw Nicolas coming over with a vial, in which a dark red crystal was soaked in a transparent liquid, and he walked along the crystal coffin with a dropper. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a coffin, carefully sucked out the liquid in the vial, and dropped a drop into the air hole of the crystal coffin.

"These are people from the past who wish to travel to the future."

LeMay said.

Hoffa was confused. "What does that mean?"

Nicolas May: "In every era there are people who are curious about the future. They are dissatisfied with the current time and want to have a look in the future. So they come to me, and I can fulfill their wishes.

The Philosopher's Stone has the effect of making people live forever, but this effect also has huge side effects. People who use the Philosopher's Stone will not greatly extend their own lifespan, but it can send your current lifespan to the future. During this time, it's almost as if you're dead. "

Looking at Hoffa's surprised eyes, Nicole May sneered and said, "How about it, Bach boy, do you want to have such a service?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, couldn't help being ecstatic, and subconsciously agreed to Nicole May, if he could go fifty years later with just a sleep, then he would rather fall asleep immediately.

But soon, Hoffa realized that was impossible.

Not to mention whether the God of Nightmare will drag him into the dream again after he fell asleep, but in the current situation, if he does nothing, then the future he goes to must not be a future with Aglaia.

He leaned on a coffin and asked, "Flame, why did you ask me to come here? Could it be because you want to sell this kind of business?"

"Hahaha." Flame laughed: "Don't dream, it costs at least a thousand galleons to sleep with me for a year, which is still the price of a wizard, and Muggles are even more expensive. I'm sure you didn't So much money."

The corner of Hoffa's mouth twitched, and his face was not very good-looking.

After burying Hoffa, Nicolas May looked very happy. He waved his wand, and a recliner rushed under Hoffa's buttocks.

"what are you doing?"

Hoffa was taken aback.

I saw Nicolas took a drop of the liquid in the glass bottle with a dropper, and the liquid in the dropper was like eye drops, and gently dripped on Hoffa's eyes.

Almost instantly, Hoffa felt his head becoming dizzy, which terrified him. He grabbed Nicolas' wrist and stared like a copper bell. If possible, he didn't want to Fall asleep for any non-essential circumstances.

But the doze came so resolutely, as irresistible as a scourge. Cold sweat rolled down Hoffa's forehead, and he gritted his teeth not to let sleepiness overwhelm him.

Nicolas sat on the edge of the recliner, patted the back of Hoffa's hand, and placed Chloe's soul stone on his chest.

"you you!"

Hoffa squeezed a few words between his teeth.

"Shh, relax."

"I'm not trying to hurt you," Flamel said.

Hoffa could no longer resist the drowsiness. He rolled his eyelids and fell into a hazy situation. Half asleep and half awake, he heard Nicolas May say: "...the Philosopher's Stone has many uses, one of which is It is to let people go beyond the dimension of time, where you may get more inspiration”

In consciousness, the white light reappeared, and Hoffa looked around in extreme anxiety. He was afraid that his memory would be lost again, or that he would run into the dream again and do something that he couldn't understand.

He wanted the boat to reappear, he wanted to see the little bird fluttering its wings on the bow to guide him, but there were none of those things.

Similarly, his memory has not been lost, the white light here is just white light, very soft.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Hoffa turned around suddenly and saw a girl with red hair looking at him with a smile.

After being taken aback for a moment, Hoffa's eyes became sore.

"Chloe," he whispered.

"Hoffa, long time no see." Chloe said happily.

Her happy appearance made Hoffa ashamed. He couldn't speak, and couldn't even meet the other person's eyes, so he had to turn his head away from him.

"Don't be sad, Hoffa, I haven't seen you for so long, don't you miss me?"

Chloe comforts Hoffa.

But this comfort made Hoffa's eyes sore even more.

"Sorry, Chloe."

Hoffa choked with shame and said: "I have sunk in the wrong place for too long, I am sorry for you."

"It's okay Hoffa, you don't need to feel sorry for something that didn't happen in reality." Chloe said calmly.

Hoffa shook his head: "I didn't resurrect you, I lost my vigilance, I indulged in dreams, for this, I lost my magic power, maybe even the power of time, I messed everything up, I was too Failed"

Chloe touched Hoffa's shoulder and said softly: "Hoffa, it takes a lot of courage to return to reality. In my opinion, there are still many people in this world who are addicted to fantasies and dreams and do not want to wake up. That is the truth. Most terrible."

Chloe's soft tone revived Hoffa. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked around: "Where is this? Chloe, am I dreaming?"

"This is the world."

Chloe said: "The invisible world, the abstract world. It is not wrong to say that it is a dream, after all, there is a place where the dream and the abstract world meet."

Looking at Chloe's flawless face, Hoffa suddenly thought of the nightmare god who was bathed in blood in the giant's mouth. They were so similar in appearance, but so different in temperament.

"Chloe, what is the relationship between you and the God of Nightmare?"

Hoffa asked the doubt hidden in his heart, and this doubt has been vaguely lingering in his heart. From the first time he saw the God of Nightmare, he felt something was wrong. The eyes of the God of Nightmare are almost exactly the same as Chloe's eyes when he ran away with magic power. It's just that he didn't think deeply about it in the past, but now, he can no longer ignore these weird similarities.

"We can finally get down to business."

Chloe sighed, and pulled Hoffa to sit on the white light.

"From childhood to adulthood, I feel that I am as transparent as air and as stable as plain water, except when my magic power runs amok. In fact, before I met you a year ago, my magic power runaway was not so serious, it just jumped back and forth in a day's time , but just a year later, my rampages became more frequent and intense. I think, at that point in time, it was the right time for the half-human king to release it, and after that, its tentacles have already touched farther places."

Hoffa was puzzled, "What does that mean."

Chloe said: "When I left the body without any bias of desire, I suddenly found that the more chaotic it is, the more stable I am. Similarly, the more stable I want, the more chaotic it will be."

Hoffa's eyes widened a little bit, and he looked at Chloe in astonishment. I feel my scalp is a little numb.

"I am its opposite." Chloe said: "It is also my opposite. Wherever there is it, there is me, and where there is me, there is it."

Hoffa shuddered, and he shook his head quickly: "Why? It shouldn't be, that thing has always existed in my wand, but you were born in France, how could there be such a relationship?"

"The rule I just represent is the opposite of it. I was born in the same world as it. The relationship here is not as simple as a coin. If I were to describe it, it is like the arrow of time. I don't want it to be random. Fingers. But it seems to have a penchant for random fingers, the chaotic forces inherent in the world itself."

Hoffa sat on the ground and rubbed his head.

Chloe's words made him vaguely understand, but he hoped to get a clear answer.

"What should I do?" He asked, "Chloe, is there still a chance to make up for it?"

"Of course, everything has a chance now, just do it your way," Chloe said.

"But won't it come out to stop me, I mean, if I want to kill Sylby, won't it stop me? After all, I've already been dragged into a nightmare once." Hoffa said hesitantly.

Chloe didn't speak, just looked at Hoffa sympathetically.

With a thorn in his back, Hoffa begged for mercy.

"I know, it's all the result of my choice. But, is there such a possibility?"

Chloe shook her head: "It doesn't have any preferences, the only preference is uncertainty. I can only say that the possibility of it helping you or helping him is half open. If you want to control higher uncertainties, there is no Doubt you need a stronger will."

Hoffa bowed his head in shame.

Although Chloe didn't say it clearly, he knew in his heart that the gentleness in the nightmare had corroded his will, making him unable to control the unpredictable power.

"I don't know what to do, Chloe."

Hoffa murmured: "I thought I loved her very much, but the 300,000 years of reincarnation changed day and night. I thought that if I mastered the power of time, I would be invincible, but that power was taken away in a blink of an eye, and even my magic power Withering and disappearing day by day. I really don’t know what to rely on to exist in this world. You said that such a task, such a difficult task, can I complete it? Chloe. I can’t defeat Silby in my dream, Maybe I'm not his opponent in reality."

Chloe stood up and pressed Hoffa's shoulder: "Hoffa, Hoffa, this is why I came to you."

The white light rolled under him, and some pictures slowly emerged, in the same way that nightmares were formed, but this time with Chloe beside Hoffa, Hoffa didn't feel panicked.

In the white light, some cities slowly emerged. Hoffa and Chloe drifted past the cities. There were high-rise buildings in the city, and there was an endless flow of figures between the high-rise buildings. Those figures were chatting noisyly, and everyone seemed to be very busy. And in the very center of the city, in the most luxurious large buildings, there are countless busy figures making phone calls, waving their arms, looking excited, and saliva splashing. In front of them, there are quotation boards. On the quotation boards, the numbers are constantly changing, sometimes rising and sometimes falling. It's so lively here, it's unbelievably lively. In the city, countless people are staring at the quotation board, extremely focused.

Chloe and Hoffa stopped in the void, and she said sadly: "Look, Hoffa, people are not interested in magic anymore. They don't need magic, they only need money, they don't need magic, they just want Win. It can be seen very clearly in the abstract world, they don’t even have any fantasies anymore, even if they are dreaming, they are all dreaming of getting rich. In such a world, is it possible that the magic power will not decline?”