Chapter 220 Are You Sleeping Here?

Only by recognizing your own personality shortcomings and shouldering your own responsibilities.

In order to go further on the road of sublimation.

Otherwise, sooner or later you will be blinded by the extremely strong desire to rise.

Whether it is the way of sublimation or the way of degeneration... this extraordinary way of harnessing the power of the curse must rely on strong desires.

But that level of strong desire, if there is not enough rationality to control it, will inevitably gradually get out of control, leading to the degeneration of the soul and paranoid personality.

Gradually become weirdo, even monster - or become twisted like psychic and Nicholas.

"But, Yuffie."

Annan looked at Euphemia and said softly: "Even if you haven't experienced this alien-level nightmare, been tortured by this pain that belongs to you alone, and haven't fallen into despair enough to completely destroy a person...so you can't use it. The most radical and drastic means to transform oneself.

"But as long as you can truly perceive your own problems, be determined to face your own shortcomings, want to change it from the bottom of your heart, and take action persistently, you can also gradually change yourself.

"For those who are not strong enough, for those who cannot stabilize themselves in that level of despair... this kind of gentle transformation may be a better way."

According to Lucia's prophecy, if Euphemia enters this nightmare, it will be difficult to escape... After all, she does not have a strong connection with Annan's fate, and Annan will not get too much absolute value to reverse her fate.

And she herself, unlike Officy, can self-awaken after being pushed to the limit.

In the current situation, it can be said that she has regained her life.

"The moonlight is dim, and the dawn is approaching. The darkness will eventually approach the light," the faceless poet sighed, "Only the blind approach death."

"Am I... Dawn?"

Annan smiled lightly.

The Faceless Poet shrugged, stretched out his slender white fingers, and straightened his crow mask a bit: "Naturally.

"The Celestial Chariot is the moon in the long night. She has been with us for a long time... accompanied us through the deepest night. Now that the long night is over and the dawn has come, we do miss her, but we won't I want to go back to that era.

"Because we all believe -- you can take the world to a whole new level."

"...That is really a stressful expectation."

Annan smiled helplessly.

Hearing this, Zhi Ji patted Annan's head worriedly: "Will the pressure really be great?"

"Of course it's fake."

Annan said bluntly: "I just expressed emotion and a little hypocrisy. This shows that I am really strong and important."

"You do matter. You matter more than any of us."

Zhi Ji said without hesitation: "So you must protect yourself... If you are in danger, you must remember to ask for help."

"Well. I really remembered this time."

Annan nodded heavily.

This time undoubtedly gave Annan, who likes to be alone, a long memory... If he can't remember how to take advantage of "I have a lot of people".

When it comes to fighting worms in the end, sooner or later you will be deflated.

After all, the worm is "the complete Annan", and Annan is strictly speaking only half of himself.

It's kind of weird to say that.

In the end, the boss turned out to be more like Annan than Annan himself...

"Speak up, Arthur."

Euphemia seemed to be depressed to the point of autism.

Annan wanted to dilute the slightly silent atmosphere, so he turned back to Arthur and asked, "I remember I was locked in a nightmare for more than a month... How was the technology exhibition before?"

"It's more than a month."

Arthur in the red robe corrected: "It's almost the end of July now."

Then he thought about it.

"You're talking about... Denisaua's first technology fair? Are you actually interested in this?"

Isaac on the side also realized what Annan was talking about.

"You mean... the Count Flamel?"

Although he and Ao Feishi have spent their whole lives in nightmares...but it is a nightmare after all.

After they left the nightmare, those memories of the dream world quickly faded away and turned into indelible traces, engraved deep in their souls. It's like waking up from a dream, most of the memories quickly dissipate, leaving only a few fragments with very deep memories that cannot be forgotten.

But this long nightmare, which seemed like a lifetime away, still made his memory a bit blurred before he entered the nightmare...Although if he thinks hard, he can recall it again.

"right."

Annan nodded and looked at Arthur: "You should have been there for the entire technology exhibition."

"I've only seen half of it. But I've seen all of Drest Flamel's."

In the middle of Arthur's speech, he looked at Isaac thoughtfully: "What do you want to ask? Is he and Mr. Isaac's almost identical appearance?"

——Nearly the same appearance.

Hearing this keyword, Annan and Isaac looked at each other.

Is it possible...

Was their guess right?

"What about the 'heat pipe' he invented?"

"It's [Huaneng Tower]. I thought it was a liar at first, but it is indeed true. I saw his experiment with my own eyes. But he chose to keep the material part secret, and only told the royal family..."

Having said that, Arthur looked at Ao Feishi: "If you want to inquire about information further, you can only let this guy go."

Arthur was a little surprised.

Ao Feishi nodded calmly: "No problem, leave it to me. Within three days, I can find out all the information I need."

... This is not like the Ophelia he knew.

In Arthur's cognition, when encountering such a troublesome thing, Ao Feishi will definitely be bored and don't want to do it.

He would moan and push for a long time, but he wouldn't really refuse categorically... He was not good at refusing others, he was just good at escaping. Ao Feishi will do it reluctantly until it is finally impossible to push away.

When she really started working, Ao Feishi was still very serious, and she hardly messed up anything.

That is to say, before starting, other people need to give him psychological counseling for a long time.

But today's Officine poetry actually gave Arthur a feeling that "the child has finally grown up".

"About half a month ago," Arthur paused, "the royal family began to build base stations for energy transmission towers in the Field Islands. Recently, the Privy Council held several meetings, and those consultants seemed a little restless...

"Because the pirates of Diamond Island and Yongquan Island suddenly formed an alliance and formed the 'Iron Wine Alliance'.

"These pirates attacked the official ship that they had received the protection fee for, and it happened to be the ship that delivered the arms, so they got a batch of armaments. But according to my speculation, this batch of armaments should actually be sent out by a consultant of.

"At present, this pirate coalition is still recruiting surrounding pirates. It seems that it wants to let the Field Islands become independent from the United Kingdom—or at least let Denisaua cede them two islands. These two islands cannot build power. The base station of the tower, as their stronghold."

Annan couldn't help but exclaim when he heard this.

"Are they dreaming here?"

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