Chapter 2764
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In the border area between reality and dream, in the depths of the dense forest shrouded in pale mist, the witch who had just dealt with her neighbors returned home, apologizing for the long-awaited guests.
"Sorry to keep you waiting so long."
Herman felt as if he had been put into a rotating machine, spinning around day and night for an unknown period of time, with a group of bees and flies buzzing non-stop beside it.
Brains seem to have been shaken.
It wasn't until the witch's voice sounded that he barely escaped from this state.
"... Has your neighbor calmed down?" Herman shook his head vigorously and asked.
"Well, it's calm for the time being." The witch nodded and wiped the staff.
Herman noticed that it seemed to be made of some special metal, and the area above seemed to be stained with something, showing a state similar to blood.
Um……
Forget it, don't ask so many questions.
The witch wiped the staff clean and put it aside.
"Fortunately, I made preparations before I left, otherwise I would have to remake it again."
She snapped her fingers.
The magic servant whose body was in a translucent state similar to jelly came out of the kitchen, and walked over holding the dishes shrouded in a pale halo in both hands.
That seems to be some kind of effect that is almost frozen in time and space.
Herman clearly noticed that even the overflowing water mist was in a fixed state.
It's as if the transmission of the magical image has been cut off, leaving only the frozen scene.
Is this something that mortals can do?
Herman didn't know.
He already doesn't quite believe in his own knowledge, there are still many things in this world that he doesn't understand.
"Would you like to try the dishes I made?" the witch sent out an invitation.
"it is good."
Herman nodded in response.
Although he didn't know what the Witch's purpose was, Herman clearly understood one thing, that is, he would never be able to defeat her.
Since you're invited, let's just agree.
Besides...
Judging by the appearance of the food, it should be delicious.
The fluorescence dissipated, and the smell of food immediately diffused.
It's not overly rich, just the right amount.
Herman's throat rolled subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Will every traveler receive an invitation?"
Watching the witch put the food into her mouth, Herman couldn't help asking another question.
"Some will, some won't," said the witch.
"why?"
"Um……"
The eyes on the witch's hood turned into a contemplative shape, and her fingers were slightly bent against her chin, "Look at my mood."
Herman: "..."
He froze for a moment, then laughed lightly.
"You seem very happy, Mr. Detective."
"You act casually and unfathomably. In this regard, you are still very similar to the impression circulated by the world."
"Oh, so it's because of this." The witch nodded slightly, pointing to the food in front of her, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."
Heman naturally noticed the witch's address to him—Mr. Detective.
But he didn't care.
The other party is mysterious and does not seem like a mortal existence, so it is reasonable to know his true identity.
Herman picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it in his mouth.
Then his body froze there.
"Why, isn't it to your liking?" The witch looked up at Herman.
Herman suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head again and again: "Ah, no, I'm just a little...surprised, I didn't expect the dishes you made to be so delicious."
Yes, delicious.
Herman could swear that he had never eaten such a delicious dish.
Whether it is taste, taste, smell and other aspects, it is maintained at the right level.
It is these many "just right" combinations that form a delicious taste that can be called the ultimate, without the slightest deficiency.
"Perfect."
Herman swallowed the food in his mouth and added.
The witch smiled, and accepted Heman's praise frankly.
She looked out the window, under the heavy fog, the forest shook slightly, as if responding to her.
"I'm a little curious."
Herman maintained the etiquette as a guest, trying to maintain the normal pace of eating, "Why are you here?"
"Didn't I say that, there are often travelers who get lost here, and I just want to guide them." The witch replied.
Herman nodded, expressing his understanding.
The witch didn't answer his question directly.
What he asked was "the reason why the witch is here", not "the purpose of the witch here".
"Then what exactly is this place?" Herman looked at the white mist outside the window, where the trees were hidden, and the whole world seemed to be pale, "I can feel that this is not a dream world, nor is it a reality. After coming here , I even lost touch with reality.”
"The boundary between reality and dreams." The witch said calmly.
"The boundary between reality and dreams..." Herman whispered to himself, which was basically the same as his speculation, "Is there no name?"
"Mist Forest, you can call it that."
"What an apt name."
Herman sighed.
Except for the fog and the big trees, the name Misty Forest is really suitable to describe this forest.
"I want to ask, your neighbor, does he often do this?" Herman hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking another question.
"No, she's actually quite peaceful in normal times, but it's just a little special recently." The witch smiled.
"Oh." Herman nodded.
But I couldn't help but start to think about what kind of identity that "neighbor" is, whether it is "he" or "he".
Judging from the previous movement, it is obvious that it should not be an ordinary existence.
The catharsis of power even shook this special world, and he was able to compete with this mysterious witch for a long time, and her strength might have reached the realm of gods.
If you think about it in this way, is the witch also a god or something similar to a god?
So what is the purpose of the witch?
Apparently, giving direction to a lost traveler is just an incidental act.
The reason why she exists here is very likely to take care of that neighbor, preventing him from leaving the foggy forest and going to the real world!
Herman felt like he had guessed the truth.
"Mr. Detective, why don't you eat?" The witch noticed Heman's strangeness.
"Ah, I just suddenly remembered something." Herman focused his attention on the food in front of him again, "By the way, you just said that this place is neither a dream world nor a reality, so what exactly is that? The presence?"
"Is reality and dreams really distinct?"
The eye on the witch's hood stared at Heman, "The so-called reality is just a dream woven by all living beings."
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In the border area between reality and dream, in the depths of the dense forest shrouded in pale mist, the witch who had just dealt with her neighbors returned home, apologizing for the long-awaited guests.
"Sorry to keep you waiting so long."
Herman felt as if he had been put into a rotating machine, spinning around day and night for an unknown period of time, with a group of bees and flies buzzing non-stop beside it.
Brains seem to have been shaken.
It wasn't until the witch's voice sounded that he barely escaped from this state.
"... Has your neighbor calmed down?" Herman shook his head vigorously and asked.
"Well, it's calm for the time being." The witch nodded and wiped the staff.
Herman noticed that it seemed to be made of some special metal, and the area above seemed to be stained with something, showing a state similar to blood.
Um……
Forget it, don't ask so many questions.
The witch wiped the staff clean and put it aside.
"Fortunately, I made preparations before I left, otherwise I would have to remake it again."
She snapped her fingers.
The magic servant whose body was in a translucent state similar to jelly came out of the kitchen, and walked over holding the dishes shrouded in a pale halo in both hands.
That seems to be some kind of effect that is almost frozen in time and space.
Herman clearly noticed that even the overflowing water mist was in a fixed state.
It's as if the transmission of the magical image has been cut off, leaving only the frozen scene.
Is this something that mortals can do?
Herman didn't know.
He already doesn't quite believe in his own knowledge, there are still many things in this world that he doesn't understand.
"Would you like to try the dishes I made?" the witch sent out an invitation.
"it is good."
Herman nodded in response.
Although he didn't know what the Witch's purpose was, Herman clearly understood one thing, that is, he would never be able to defeat her.
Since you're invited, let's just agree.
Besides...
Judging by the appearance of the food, it should be delicious.
The fluorescence dissipated, and the smell of food immediately diffused.
It's not overly rich, just the right amount.
Herman's throat rolled subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Will every traveler receive an invitation?"
Watching the witch put the food into her mouth, Herman couldn't help asking another question.
"Some will, some won't," said the witch.
"why?"
"Um……"
The eyes on the witch's hood turned into a contemplative shape, and her fingers were slightly bent against her chin, "Look at my mood."
Herman: "..."
He froze for a moment, then laughed lightly.
"You seem very happy, Mr. Detective."
"You act casually and unfathomably. In this regard, you are still very similar to the impression circulated by the world."
"Oh, so it's because of this." The witch nodded slightly, pointing to the food in front of her, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."
Heman naturally noticed the witch's address to him—Mr. Detective.
But he didn't care.
The other party is mysterious and does not seem like a mortal existence, so it is reasonable to know his true identity.
Herman picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it in his mouth.
Then his body froze there.
"Why, isn't it to your liking?" The witch looked up at Herman.
Herman suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head again and again: "Ah, no, I'm just a little...surprised, I didn't expect the dishes you made to be so delicious."
Yes, delicious.
Herman could swear that he had never eaten such a delicious dish.
Whether it is taste, taste, smell and other aspects, it is maintained at the right level.
It is these many "just right" combinations that form a delicious taste that can be called the ultimate, without the slightest deficiency.
"Perfect."
Herman swallowed the food in his mouth and added.
The witch smiled, and accepted Heman's praise frankly.
She looked out the window, under the heavy fog, the forest shook slightly, as if responding to her.
"I'm a little curious."
Herman maintained the etiquette as a guest, trying to maintain the normal pace of eating, "Why are you here?"
"Didn't I say that, there are often travelers who get lost here, and I just want to guide them." The witch replied.
Herman nodded, expressing his understanding.
The witch didn't answer his question directly.
What he asked was "the reason why the witch is here", not "the purpose of the witch here".
"Then what exactly is this place?" Herman looked at the white mist outside the window, where the trees were hidden, and the whole world seemed to be pale, "I can feel that this is not a dream world, nor is it a reality. After coming here , I even lost touch with reality.”
"The boundary between reality and dreams." The witch said calmly.
"The boundary between reality and dreams..." Herman whispered to himself, which was basically the same as his speculation, "Is there no name?"
"Mist Forest, you can call it that."
"What an apt name."
Herman sighed.
Except for the fog and the big trees, the name Misty Forest is really suitable to describe this forest.
"I want to ask, your neighbor, does he often do this?" Herman hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking another question.
"No, she's actually quite peaceful in normal times, but it's just a little special recently." The witch smiled.
"Oh." Herman nodded.
But I couldn't help but start to think about what kind of identity that "neighbor" is, whether it is "he" or "he".
Judging from the previous movement, it is obvious that it should not be an ordinary existence.
The catharsis of power even shook this special world, and he was able to compete with this mysterious witch for a long time, and her strength might have reached the realm of gods.
If you think about it in this way, is the witch also a god or something similar to a god?
So what is the purpose of the witch?
Apparently, giving direction to a lost traveler is just an incidental act.
The reason why she exists here is very likely to take care of that neighbor, preventing him from leaving the foggy forest and going to the real world!
Herman felt like he had guessed the truth.
"Mr. Detective, why don't you eat?" The witch noticed Heman's strangeness.
"Ah, I just suddenly remembered something." Herman focused his attention on the food in front of him again, "By the way, you just said that this place is neither a dream world nor a reality, so what exactly is that? The presence?"
"Is reality and dreams really distinct?"
The eye on the witch's hood stared at Heman, "The so-called reality is just a dream woven by all living beings."
In the border area between reality and dream, in the depths of the dense forest shrouded in pale mist, the witch who had just dealt with her neighbors returned home, apologizing for the long-awaited guests. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long." Herman felt as if he had been put into a rotating machine, spinning around day and night for an unknown period of time, with a group of bees and flies buzzing non-stop beside it. Brains seem to have been shaken. It wasn't until the witch's voice sounded that he barely escaped from this state. "... Has your neighbor calmed down?" Herman shook his head vigorously and asked. "Well, it's calm for the time being." The witch nodded and wiped the staff. Herman noticed that it seemed to be made of some special metal, and the area above seemed to be stained with something, showing a state similar to blood. Um Forget it, don't ask so many questions. The witch wiped the staff clean and put it aside. "Fortunately, I made preparations before I left, otherwise I would have to remake it again." She snapped her fingers. The magic servant whose body was in a translucent state similar to jelly came out of the kitchen, and walked over holding the dishes shrouded in a pale halo in both hands. That seems to be some kind of effect that is almost frozen in time and space. Herman clearly noticed that even the overflowing water mist was in a fixed state. It's as if the transmission of the magical image has been cut off, leaving only the frozen scene. Is this something that mortals can do? Herman didn't know. He already doesn't quite believe in his own knowledge, there are still many things in this world that he doesn't understand. "Would you like to try the dishes I made?" the witch sent out an invitation. "it is good." Herman nodded in response. Although he didn't know what the Witch's purpose was, Herman clearly understood one thing, that is, he would never be able to defeat her. Since you're invited, let's just agree. Besides... Judging by the appearance of the food, it should be delicious. The fluorescence dissipated, and the smell of food immediately diffused. It's not overly rich, just the right amount. Herman's throat rolled subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time. "Will every traveler receive an invitation?" Watching the witch put the food into her mouth, Herman couldn't help asking another question. "Some will, some won't," said the witch. "why?" "Um" The eyes on the witch's hood turned into a contemplative shape, and her fingers were slightly bent against her chin, "Look at my mood." Herman: "..." He froze for a moment, then laughed lightly. "You seem very happy, Mr. Detective." "You act casually and unfathomably. In this regard, you are still very similar to the impression circulated by the world." "Oh, so it's because of this." The witch nodded slightly, pointing to the food in front of her, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while." Heman naturally noticed the witch's address to himMr. Detective. But he didn't care. The other party is mysterious and does not seem like a mortal existence, so it is reasonable to know his true identity. Herman picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it in his mouth. Then his body froze there. "Why, isn't it to your liking?" The witch looked up at Herman. Herman suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head again and again: "Ah, no, I'm just a little...surprised, I didn't expect the dishes you made to be so delicious." Yes, delicious. Herman could swear that he had never eaten such a delicious dish. Whether it is taste, taste, smell and other aspects, it is maintained at the right level. It is these many "just right" combinations that form a delicious taste that can be called the ultimate, without the slightest deficiency. "Perfect." Herman swallowed the food in his mouth and added. The witch smiled, and accepted Heman's praise frankly. She looked out the window, under the heavy fog, the forest shook slightly, as if responding to her. "I'm a little curious." Herman maintained the etiquette as a guest, trying to maintain the normal pace of eating, "Why are you here?" "Didn't I say that, there are often travelers who get lost here, and I just want to guide them." The witch replied. Herman nodded, expressing his understanding. The witch didn't answer his question directly. What he asked was "the reason why the witch is here", not "the purpose of the witch here". "Then what exactly is this place?" Herman looked at the white mist outside the window, where the trees were hidden, and the whole world seemed to be pale, "I can feel that this is not a dream world, nor is it a reality. After coming here , I even lost touch with reality. "The boundary between reality and dreams." The witch said calmly. "The boundary between reality and dreams..." Herman whispered to himself, which was basically the same as his speculation, "Is there no name?" "Mist Forest, you can call it that." "What an apt name." Herman sighed. Except for the fog and the big trees, the name Misty Forest is really suitable to describe this forest. "I want to ask, your neighbor, does he often do this?" Herman hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking another question. "No, she's actually quite peaceful in normal times, but it's just a little special recently." The witch smiled. "Oh." Herman nodded. But I couldn't help but start to think about what kind of identity that "neighbor" is, whether it is "he" or "he". Judging from the previous movement, it is obvious that it should not be an ordinary existence. The catharsis of power even shook this special world, and he was able to compete with this mysterious witch for a long time, and her strength might have reached the realm of gods. If you think about it in this way, is the witch also a god or something similar to a god? So what is the purpose of the witch? Apparently, giving direction to a lost traveler is just an incidental act. The reason why she exists here is very likely to take care of that neighbor, preventing him from leaving the foggy forest and going to the real world! Herman felt like he had guessed the truth. "Mr. Detective, why don't you eat?" The witch noticed Heman's strangeness. "Ah, I just suddenly remembered something." Herman focused his attention on the food in front of him again, "By the way, you just said that this place is neither a dream world nor a reality, so what exactly is that? The presence?" "Is reality and dreams really distinct?" The eye on the witch's hood stared at Heman, "The so-called reality is just a dream woven by all living beings."
