Chapter 32, dream

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"Uwah~"

Stretching lazily as she got up from bed, Jiang Cheng yawned.

She pulled open the curtains, and brilliant sunlight shone on Jiang Cheng's gray-white long hair and cheeks, bringing a hint of warmth.

Squinting her eyes, Jiang Cheng looked outside; there was a constant stream of people on the street, and on the surface, everything was still peaceful.

Although Jiang Cheng did not agree with the president's methods, she had to admit that the people of the technologically advanced Adventurer City lived the most comfortable lives among all the cities.

However, that was only if you could be recognized by this predatory city as one of its residents.

Well, in any case, Jiang Cheng did not care much about all this.

By comparison, her own plans were proceeding smoothly, and there was nothing extra she needed to pay attention to. The fact that she had slept so soundly for a change seemed even more important.

But what concerned her more was clearly something else. Today, she would be taking Lyle to visit the Mechanist Association.

She still needed to find a way to let Lyle see that execution record. Just thinking about it made her tremble with excitement.

She left her room and began to prepare breakfast. Out of habit, she packed a simple breakfast for Lyle. Jiang Cheng knocked on Lyle's door.

"Time to get up. Could it be that our brave hero still likes to sleep in?"

She pushed open the door; Lyle had just gotten out of bed, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he had obviously not slept well.

Thus, Jiang 'no worries, plan proceeding smoothly, slept well last night' Cheng mercilessly teased this black-eyed hero.

"Ha, what's wrong? Our dear hero, did you have a nightmare?"

"Pfft."

Seeing Lyle blankly nod his head, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You really are a pitiable idiot,"

Jiang Cheng said with a smile, pulling Lyle up and casually asking,

"What kind of nightmare did you have that scared our hero so much?"

"I..."

Lyle stared lifelessly ahead, mumbling,

"I dreamed about that night again."

"Hm?"

Turning around, Jiang Cheng set the side dishes on the dining table and casually let out a questioning sound.

"Which night?"

"The night when teacher died,"

Lyle replied vacantly.

Jiang Cheng's hand lurched, nearly spilling the food on the plate.

She quickly composed herself and tried to remain calm, adopting a more serious tone:"You seem to dream about that a lot?"

Jiang Cheng feigned nonchalance as she spoke.

"Ha, looks like you were quite attached to your teacher. Why do I feel like your teacher-student relationship went a bit too far..."

"Of course not!"

Lyle instinctively retorted in embarrassment and anger.

Hearing this answer, Jiang Cheng felt slightly relieved. Although there was still something odd about his tone, at least there was no real problem... right?

"But I do often dream about that night..."

Lyle murmured.

"In my dreams, on that night, my teacher left with a smile, leaving helpless me to be transported away by the teleportation array."

"Oh."

Jiang Cheng curled her lips. This guy was actually pretty sentimental, but unfortunately, she had no interest in men at all.

"So if you dream about it often, shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged, feigning indifference.

"No, it's different!"

Lyle stood up, as if coming to his senses, his eyes regaining some light.

"Today's dream was different."

"How was it different?"

Jiang Cheng frowned.

"I dreamed,"

Lyle said, clutching his head in pain, "I dreamed that my teacher's corpse came back to life."

...? Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched. Came back to life is came back to life—what's with the corpse coming back to life? Is this how you curse your teacher?

"And then—" evidently, Lyle did not notice Jiang Cheng's reaction and continued, "I saw my teacher's resurrected corpse, covered in scars, talking to me."

So it really was the corpse, Jiang Cheng thought helplessly. Sometimes, she truly wondered what went on inside this stupid hero's head.

He cared so much about someone he had only known a few years, and kept having nightmares so disgusting that even the person involved would find them repulsive.

"My teacher, she said to me, 'Why didn't you save me...? You clearly could, so why didn't you come save me...?'"

Lyle seemed to enter a strange state, mumbling vividly.

"Ah—"

Jiang Cheng was at first speechless, but then something clicked in her mind, and she revealed a sinister smile.

Ha, was this luck? Who knows if it was some special premonition unique to heroes that let him have such a dream.

However, this nightmare could serve as great support for Jiang Cheng's plan.

Truly, heaven is helping me, Jiang Cheng smiled almost twistedly. She became even more eager to see Lyle's reaction after he saw that report.

To dream of your teacher asking why you didn't save her, and then the very next day, to see your teacher's death record at the association—

Such an experience was truly fascinating! Delightful! Hahahaha—

Jiang Cheng chuckled inwardly, only managing to suppress her laughter with great effort.

In the end, Jiang Cheng just said, "Alright, it was only a dream anyway. Eat up, and then let's go to the Mechanist Association."

It was only a dream, Jiang Cheng's words greatly encouraged Lyle.

Yes, it was just a dream. Nothing would happen to teacher. I'll find her sooner or later.

With that in mind, Lyle finally felt a bit relieved and went to the dining room to eat.

Maybe it was because Jiang Cheng was in a good mood and the food tasted better, or maybe the nightmare had left Lyle with no energy to think, making him wolf down his food.

In any case, the meal went down exceptionally fast. Before long, Lyle finished eating, packed up, and got ready to set off.

Jiang Cheng pricked her finger; a drop of blood turned into clean water, and using a low-level divine spell, she easily washed the dishes and got ready to go as well.

Actually, Jiang Cheng was happy to set off early, since that way she could make better use of the emotions stirred up by the nightmare.

The closer the two things were in time, the less Lyle's feelings would have subsided, allowing her to pile on fresh emotions right after.

Jiang Cheng laughed wildly in her heart; she could hardly imagine what an interesting expression Lyle would have.

Thus, Jiang Cheng put on her clothes to prepare for departure.

Since they were visiting the local dominant power's Mechanic Guild, Jiang Cheng dressed more formally today.

She put on her nun's habit, which marked her as the president of the Temple of the Gods.

Putting on the hat to cover her loose gray-white hair, Jiang Cheng turned to Lyle, winked at him, and took him along as they headed out.

Along the way, upon seeing Jiang Cheng's iconic nun's habit, not a single person dared get in their way.

Just like when Lyle first met Jiang Cheng, the bustling street cleared a huge path around them.

Soon, the newly repainted building—its recent signs of attack now covered—appeared before their eyes.

They had finally arrived at the Mechanist Association.

"Your Highness the Hero, Your Highness the Saintess, please, come inside," the receptionist greeted them respectfully and led them in.

Within the Mechanist Association, the thug who had been controlled by Jiang Cheng's divine spell opened his eyes.

Although he did not know why, he felt he ought to place yesterday's records in a conspicuous place.

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