“…”

In an instant, Fick's face turned dark, and he had the urge to kill the guy in front of him who was breathing heavily.

Just as Fick wanted to speak, Stando waved his hand, looking like a miracle, and said mysteriously.

"No need to say more, your name and name are just false things in the shadows. What you...you need to understand is... deep in your heart, you are confused. The true insight that is not changed by external identity really bothers you...If you want to solve the illness in your heart, you must..."

Just as Fick frowned and thought the other party was about to express some amazing insights, the other party was slow to speak out.

After a while, Fick found that the other party fell asleep as he spoke!

"The fuck you..."

Holding his forehead, Fick felt hopeless about what information he intended to obtain from the other party.

Just as he was about to drive the other party away from the clinic, the shaking body suddenly shuddered and opened his sleepy eyes and stammered.

"Ha~ Sorry, the God of Dreams summoned me just now...I...Where did I say?"

Fick gritted his teeth.

"What do you have to do if you want to solve your inner aches?!"

"Oh, yes! You...you must..."

Stando shook the wine bottle, and it was empty inside, as if nothing had fallen.

He smiled and said to Fick.

"It's really a coincidence, look at this..."

A few minutes later...

When he arrived at the local tavern, Standuo picked up one bottle after another of wine and began to drink happily.

The other party looked like a bottomless pit, and it was endlessly going on "ton ton ton ton ton ton".

After three rounds of drinking, Fick said impatiently.

"Okay, these wines help you remember, what do you want to say next?"

Hearing Fick's inquiry, Stando put down the bottle and said with a Zen meaning.

"Young man... Hiccup~ Do you know that this world is always full of choices. Life is a puzzle composed of choices. When you want to pick up something, you have to put down something..."

"Pick up, put down..."

A wise look appeared in those confused and drunk eyes, and said leisurely.

"Yes, if you want to get carefree happiness, you must let go of the annoying reality..."

"This is a choice faced by everyone in the world. Everyone desires to know more and not be blinded by the ignorance in front of them. But knowing too much and understanding too deeply can sometimes become a burden of happiness..."

Hearing this philosophical proposition, Fick understood the meaning.

As long as you deceive your heart and make others feel unwilling to be misfortune, you can build your happiness and happiness on the pain and misfortune of others with peace of mind.

But... he can deceive thousands of people in the world, but he can hardly deceive his awakened heart.

Looking at Fick's clear eyes burning with the scorching light, the old drunkard took the wine glass, poured a full glass of wine, and handed it to Fick.

"It's hard to be smart, it's hard to be confused. As the saying goes, it's hard to be confused... Sometimes a drink can help you get rid of your awakening and become confused..."

"In this world, there are too many people who cannot make a choice between soberness and ignorance. Young people, it is very lucky that you are the one who has the ability to make a choice. You who are wandering between the two can make the choice you want..."

The old drunkard, who claims to be a believer of the dream god, has a misty breath in his eyes, and infinite wisdom is floating.

"Drinking this glass of [Dream Wine], you will forget everything that makes you suffer. From then on, all the misfortunes of others in the world will only become the cornerstone of your happiness, but the price is that you will always forget those troubles called [Truth]..."

"Ignorance happiness and sober pain... which one do you choose?"

To    be    or   not   to     be,that's    a       question.

Everything in the past lingers in my mind, and the hot answer gradually becomes clear in my heart and blooms with flames.

hiss--

Fick took a deep breath and said firmly.

"Only children make choices, adults will create answers by themselves. I want... sober happiness!"

"puff--"

The old alcoholic glared at her eyes and squirted out the old wine in her mouth. She was shocked by Fick's answer.

"You...you said you want to be sober and happy? Haha...hahahahaha, young man, you are still too young. There is no such answer in this world..."

Fick said lightly without changing his expression.

"Then change the world and create a world with such an answer."

Snap-

The old drunkard shook his hand, and the whole bottle fell to the ground, and scarlet wine splashed all over the floor.

After a while, he showed a deep gaze and said calmly.

"You can't do this with your current ability alone, you... should be clear."

As if he understood the meaning of the other party's words, Fick turned around and was about to leave the tavern, saying without looking back.

"Who knows? Anyway, you won't lose anything, you can try it casually... If there is nothing else, I will say goodbye first. Stay here and drink slowly, and look for your ignorant happiness in your indulgence..."

At this moment, a slow voice came from behind Fick.

"Don't you want to know the answer to changing the world?"

"The answer to changing the world? Ha, do you know?"

Hearing this, Fick suddenly turned around, and he suddenly recalled that this world seemed to be just a game.

The secret to pass the level... This kind of thing may really exist, and maybe...

At this time, I looked at the old drunkard. His body was filled with various mysterious auras, and his whole figure began to become blurred and ethereal as if it was steaming in the mist.

This feeling...

Just like Fick himself got drunk!

Seeing this strange scene, Fick couldn't help asking.

"Does...you really have a way to change the world?"

Hearing Fick's urgent questioning, Stando laughed.

"Me? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I'm just a drunken and dreamy person. How could I know that kind of thing? Even if I know, I can't remember it. I will forget... The secret you want to pass the level, maybe that great existence will know! You must meet that great existence in person..."

Face to face? A great existence?

In an instant, Fick began to think a lot.

The great existence mentioned by the other party, if nothing unexpected happens, is naturally the mysterious dream god.

Before this, he had never heard of this person in the name of the gods of Hemisia.

Fick asked a question in his heart about the authenticity of the other party's existence.

But the guy in front of him who claimed to be a believer of the dream god was so confident that he did not look aimless...

Just as Wocher was thinking about it, Steindo began a nearly crazy cow drink.

The entire tavern has been constantly echoing the sound of "tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons tons to

God knows how the lean skin holds the wine from a tavern.

After drinking a huge amount of wine, Stando did not swell like a balloon in Wocher's eyes, but became hazy and blurry, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in fog.

In Fick's perception, the other party fell into a magical state.

Just like the famous quantum mechanics theory, Steindo now falls into a special state that exists and does not exist, and becomes Schrödinger's Steindo!

In an instant, Fick began to gradually believe that perhaps there is indeed the so-called dream god in this world...

Steindo walked out of the tavern with two bottles of wine in this illusory state, and then he began to jump into the great god.

Yes, Stando jumped into the master's voyage just after leaving the tavern, very standard, like rotating his body while playing drums.

Stando's ability to dance to the great master made Fick stunned.

He rotated like a personal gyro, and was slapped at his loose and pleated belly like a big drum.

This kind of belly can be seen in the retired and decadent old man at home, but in short, it is not a good drum skin.

While he was jumping and patting his belly, he began to mutter something in his mouth.

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Seeing this scene, Wocher could only think of two words: dreamy.

This behavior, which was between drunkenness and religious rituals, immediately attracted many people to watch on the streets where people came and went outside the tavern.

Although this scene is a bit curious, this kind of thing is not particularly outrageous for this world where gods coexist.

In reality, if Fick encountered such a thing, he would have contacted XX to send this guy to XX.
To be continued...