The Lord's Invitation

After a good night's sleep.

The scenes from the dream remained vivid in his mind.

Earl had also found a chance to vent properly in the dream. He no longer nagged inside Han Dong's body about how terrifying this place was, and had gradually changed his mindset... daring to face his Inner Demon and the horrifying painter in Perugia City head-on.

"Whew... that felt amazing!"

When he threw back the covers, Han Dong was drenched in sweat, and even the sheets were soaked through.

The unrestrained slaughter in the dream had given his mind absolute satisfaction and rest.

"Nicholas, you..."

Vino had also slaughtered enemies left and right in the dream, with every rat touched by her holy flames reduced to ashes.

But Han Dong's performance had far exceeded expectations. More accurately, it was Han Dong's personal squad: hellish devils, octopus-like Deep-Ones, and the terrifying Scarlet Count.

"Sister Wino, want to take a bath? We'll be following the lord directly to visit the Art Gallery afterward."

"Ah... another bath? Fine..."

Just as the two emerged from the bathroom.

There was a knock at the bedroom door.

A servant wearing a Pig Head Mask pushed a fragrant breakfast cart into the room. Beneath the tray lay a letter from the lord.

It requested that Han Dong and his group return to yesterday's banquet hall by the same route after breakfast.

The lord would personally lead them to the Art Gallery on the palace's highest floor.

This lord seemed to be getting anxious.

Yesterday's dream must have been under his surveillance as well... Yet whether it was our tour through the city, the palace banquet, or the rat swarm in the dream, all of his Mind Influence was blocked by us.

*The next step should be the partial unveiling of the