"Then, let me introduce myself again." Sheldon had a gentle smile on his lips, looking back at the sleeping Merlin from time to time, "My name is Sheldon Marquez, and I just moved in today.

Resident, this is my son, Marín Marquez.”

It was impossible for him to say Merlin's name. Such a symbolic name would be noticed as soon as he said it.

"I just went to the government today to apply for a warlock qualification certificate." Sheldon raised the small card in his hand, crossed his legs, and said slowly, "I am now the owner of No. 27 Lilac Street."

"Yes." Martin took a sip of the hot tea in his hand, his hands still shaking, "My name is Martin Duke, and I am one of the team members of the Dream Division."

"Dream Department?" Sheldon had never heard of such an institution.

"Oh..." Martin rubbed the bottom of the tea cup with his fingers, feeling a little uneasy, "I shouldn't have told you this, but I can't help it..."

After all, the man in front of him is his savior, and no one would go to someone else's door, knock on the door, and call for help...

Martin finally revealed all the information about Mengsi and told him not to tell anyone else.

"Well...but according to today's nightmare, their quality...well...their class and quantity are indeed much more than usual, but they should be better in the future.

Back to normal." Sheldon tapped his thigh nervously.

This afternoon, less than four or five minutes after he escaped, he saw the shadow of the World Tree and immediately learned that the Merlin Cult seemed to have activated a state of emergency.

Of course, people within the Merlin Cult told him through a personal information stone that the medicine that suppressed Merlin's nightmares had been stored in this room for decades, and his salary would be transferred to his bank account on time, allowing him to

do not worry.

Of course, the consuls also asked him to keep an eye on Merlin and not to make any mistakes.

They repeated again that nightmares mature very quickly. Maybe Merlin's body will grow rapidly as nightmares mature, and he needs to record every day.

As for the future plans of the Merlin Cult, they only said vaguely that they would negotiate with King Charles to liberate the barrier of the World Tree as soon as possible.

The overflow of vitality caused by the emergence of the World Tree will always do more good than harm. After these rune creatures are cleaned up, Yaris's various handicrafts, animal husbandry, and breeding industries should develop rapidly.

They also said that if one day he finds that there is no more money in the account, let him find a job instead of waiting to die here.

Strictly speaking, Sheldon is no longer a member of the Cult of Merlin, which means that he can do everything that members of the Cult of Merlin cannot do.

As long as it's not illegal.

Sheldon didn't know how much money he had. He asked someone to send part of his salary to a bank for safekeeping every month. It had been several years and he didn't know how much money was in it.

There should be...some, right? After all, his salary is quite large, which can support his daily expenses.

"Well, I just sent people to look for reinforcements. I'm trying to survive here by myself. This is not..." Martin smiled bitterly and stuck out his tongue at him.

"Indeed, you really can't handle these things. I just took a look at your magic pistol. According to the flow of magic power, the maximum magic power this magic gun can withstand is seven bullets stuffed with the magic quality of the peak of the three magic patterns. It's very

Obviously, a mere mid-level magic bullet with two magic patterns cannot defeat the nightmare just now." Sheldon said sincerely. He has always been interested in rune magic. He just looked at the pistol in front of him and touched it.

After two attempts, he was basically able to understand the basics.

"Can I take the liberty to ask, what kind of magic pattern warlock are you? I saw you dealing with them before seemingly effortlessly..." Martin shrank his neck and said embarrassedly.

"I am a three-magic pattern warlock. The main thing is to have skills to deal with nightmares. As long as you master it, you can easily solve it even without magic bullets." Sheldon smiled easily, "I believe that there is no special task within the Dream Department.

How can you quickly suppress the nightmare?"

Martin shook his head. He had been trained, but he could not do it as neatly as the man in front of him.

Moreover, he also failed to master the Silent Demonic Chanting. This is the first step in improving rune magic. Only in this way can he understand by analogy.

"I created this technique myself. Even if you want to learn it, you must master the silent magic chant and be very proficient in it."

"Yes, really..." The corners of Martin's mouth kept twitching.

You must know that the mastery of the Silent Demonic Mouth is only one in a hundred. Generally, only very talented people can be lucky enough to master it, and people like him are obviously not geniuses.

"Haha, don't worry, as long as you are willing to learn, of course you can learn it." Sheldon smiled and patted his shoulder, waving the wand in his hand, "I'll help you get some tea. After being stimulated by the nightmare,

Tea is the best way to eliminate fatigue."

"Yeah..." Martin let out a long breath. This was something that Dream Division specially emphasized when training them. Of course, he would not forget it.

But why does the man in front of me seem to know everything...

"It's not safe outside, I think you should stay until dawn before leaving." Sheldon stood up, "If you are sleepy, I have a blanket here, but there is only a sofa here for you to sleep on. Don't worry, I am a good person, right?

.”

"Well... what about reinforcements..."

"Since they are reinforcements, there shouldn't be any problems." Although Sheldon is a simple man, he is not a bad person. "I just hope that some low-level warlocks will not be sent as cannon fodder."

Martin looked at the compass in his hand, and the needles appeared on it, and they were constantly moving.

The nightmares gathered again.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were weak.

"I advise you not to go out. It's really not a good idea to die." Sheldon turned his head and yawned, "You will be absolutely safe here, right?"

"But I have to help my teammates." Martin's tone was firm.

"Okay." Sheldon raised his eyebrows, "Then let me give you a piece of advice."

"Well, you say."

"Don't give up hope in the face of nightmares."

"Don't give up hope in the face of nightmares?" he repeated with some confusion.

"Indeed, as long as you have a fiery heart -"

"Am I not going to be attacked by nightmares?"

"Of course not," Sheldon interrupted coldly, "it will make you feel a little better when you die! You idiot!"

Martin was stunned for a moment, his cheeks burning.

"Give me the pistol." Sheldon stretched out his hand towards him.

"What, what? There are no magic bullets here anymore." Martin said in embarrassment.

"I'm here to help you recharge, dear Dreamer!" Sheldon grabbed the pistol from his hand angrily and muttered.

He didn't want the person he saved to die in vain.

"According to the current level of nightmare, the magic bullets I filled are enough. You should also know that the principle of this magic pistol is..."

He just started talking so eloquently that Martin was stunned again.

He now wondered whether this amiable gentleman had been doing some magic research before moving to Lilac Street.

"I also want to ask..."

"Since you've already asked so many questions, I don't care if you ask one more question. Just tell me."

"What did you do before?"

Sheldon said without hesitation: "Research on magic theory and application, I used to do experiments in a research institute, now I am taking care of my poor son..."

"Oh... where is his mother?" Martin felt something was wrong as soon as he said this.

"His mother died of excessive blood loss when he was born." Sheldon said dryly.

I have to say that he still feels very confident in his acting skills.

At least he felt confident.

"There are seven bullets in total. If you load more, it will exceed the load of the pistol. Seeing that your magic power reserve is not much, you can only cover your colleagues from a distance..." Sheldon waved a handkerchief.

, returned the pistol to Martin, and wiped his hands carefully, "The magic bullet I made is more powerful. Try not to hit the building. You will pay the money when the time comes, and I will not be responsible."

So how powerful is this... Ordinary exorcism bullets can't even break the lampshade of a rune lamp.

"Okay, I wish you good luck. It's time for me to go to sleep. Remember to protect me from nightmares~" A smile flashed across Sheldon's face, but his tone was meticulous. He stepped forward and said:

He opened the door, "Then, go, go, go! My dear dreamer!"

Sheldon watched Martin leave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

so close......

He turned back to look at the cradle beside him and found that little Merlin was still sleeping soundly, and he suddenly became happy.

"Haah-" Sheldon yawned.

it is time to go to bed.
Chapter completed!