"It looks like you're in a good mood today." The Empress Dowager walked over.
Today's dream was different from when they had first met last night.
There was no endless darkness, no writhing shadows, and no rustling whispers.
There was only grass and sky all around, and it looked peaceful.
Liz said, "Treasure Island is so lively. It's completely different from what I imagined."
"What did you imagine it would be like?" The Empress Dowager was interested as well.
She wondered what someone who had never left a Church city imagined Treasure Island to be like.
Liz paused before saying, "Very chaotic, with lots of Evil Professions."
"That sounds like what it was like before the pirates."
Liz smiled awkwardly. "That was just what I imagined. I've never seen pirates either."
"What places did you see on Treasure Island?" the Empress Dowager continued asking.
"I just wandered around the port and the streets. There were so many skeletons patrolling the streets. I was afraid they'd scare the child, so I didn't dare go too far." As Liz spoke, she looked up at her.
The Empress Dowager raised a brow and lightly snapped her fingers.
The surroundings began to change, and they appeared at the port once more.
The sea breeze swept across their cheeks with a salty, damp scent. The two women stood on a bustling dock, while the baby appeared in the arms of an attendant, still sleeping soundly.
Liz glanced at the child, then looked over. "We're back on Treasure Island?"
The Empress Dowager's fox tail brushed over her shoulder and pointed into the distance. "Have you ever seen a consortium's ship?"
A massive Merchant Ship was unloading cargo. Busy workers formed a long line, while a captain with a tamed beast perched on his shoulder shouted orders.