Don't Believe I Can't Catch Him!

"Enter the dream."

This was a method of dreaming that Sean had discussed with Charles, colloquially known as "Soul Searching."

Unlike letting the target dream on their own, entering a dream required the caster to enter the target's dreamscape, search for memory fragments buried deepest within their heart, and then use them to weave and construct a new, complete dream.

Although called "Soul Searching," entering a dream wasn't as serious as Soul Searching. After all, it wasn't an evil art but a legitimate field of Dreamology, one of the twelve most powerful magical pathways of the post-Scholar Era. As long as the caster's intentions were benevolent, there would be no negative effects on the recipient other than normal symptoms like mental fatigue.

There was only one aspect that was rather frightening.

Those who wanted to construct dreams in this manner were often seeking old events sealed by the dust of ages. These were usually unpleasant experiences they had been unwilling to recall and had selectively forgotten. This was very personal, something that could be described as a "secret." And when a Dream Witch constructed a dream for someone, they had to delve into the target's dreamscape, inevitably learning this "secret." In other words, choosing to have a Dream Witch enter one's dream was equivalent to implicitly allowing them to pry into one's psychological privacy.

And the "secret" one wanted to find was only one part of the privacy being pried into; there were many accompanying products.

Because the memory fragments a Dream Witch searched for were individual pieces, similar to short videos, it was impossible to get only the desired content. It was like losing some important files on your phone and taking it to a shop for recovery; they wouldn't just retrieve the files but possibly also various browsing histories and short videos.

It would expose your living habits, personality traits, personal hobbies, and even whether you preferred black stockings or white stockings, or liked bunny girl outfits or bikinis.

Therefore, in the Scholar Era, those who entered dreams would prepare a bottle of "Forgetfulness Potion" beforehand and drink it on the spot after completing the client's task, indicating that they would forget everything.

Like Alchemists, they were a group of very polite and elegant people.

But because of this, the price of entering a dream was generally very expensive.

Elegant or not, they couldn't afford to pay for the Forgetfulness Potion themselves.

That wouldn't be very elegant.

Now, Alchemists also made Forgetfulness Potions. For example, Charles's teacher, the "Witch," had learned almost all the potion recipes preserved in the library on the second floor of the Sanctuary. Forgetfulness Potion was one of them.

However, despite the complete set of procedures required for the profession of dream construction, clients still faced the risk of their secrets being leaked.

This was because the Forgetfulness Potion wasn't necessarily guaranteed to be genuine, and even if it was genuine, it wasn't necessarily effective. This depended on the Dream Witch's personal professional ethics and the Alchemist's potion-making skills.

The most famous case before this was Edison Chen. Related magical images were still preserved in the form of memory crystals in the museum on the first floor of the Sanctuary.

This was the only problem Sean needed to worry about.

Could he really trust this pair of master and apprentice?

In fact, when Sopeya had just enlightened them about dream knowledge, and Elvily worried that he wouldn't be able to retrieve his memories, Sean hadn't taken it to heart. This was because he knew Sopeya definitely had a way—the old man was deliberately explaining the difficulty to showcase his own skill. Therefore, his focus was completely different from Elvily's.

Elvily thought he had lost many dreams.

Sean thought that, according to Sopeya, the dreams he could currently remember only accounted for less than 1% of his total memories. This was already enough for him to write a long novel. Then, wouldn't his complete past experiences be even more exciting than the History of Imperial Development?

Sean was a little excited.

If Kate were here, he would definitely say, "Good, man, you've successfully piqued my interest."

So Sean looked at Elvily.

He wasn't familiar with Sopeya and Connie. Although he felt that the master and apprentice didn't seem like bad people, he had been tricked several times already and wouldn't easily trust anyone else.

Unless Elvily told him he could trust them.

He trusted his sister-in-law.

Elvily gave Sean a look—they could be trusted.

But the most important thing was still what Sean himself thought.

As Sopeya had said, entering a dream meant having one's past spied upon by an outsider. Even with the Forgetfulness Potion, it didn't change the fact that the secret had been known by someone else—even if only for a second, it was still known. Many people couldn't get past this psychologically, so Sean had to be willing and prepared himself.

"Then tomorrow night or the night after?" Sean felt there was nothing to prepare.

What needed preparation were the esteemed Mr. Sopeya and his beloved disciple Miss Connie.

He just didn't want his identity exposed; it didn't mean his identity was something to be hidden.

Sean really wanted to see what kind of expression Sopeya, who was so arrogant and always referred to the third floor of the Sanctuary, would have when he discovered that Sean was the Lord Black who had been moved by his efforts and piety and allowed to go upstairs.

Seemed a bit mischievous?

Naughty.

But Sean liked it.

He wasn't a good person anyway.

Sopeya was still unaware of Sean's thoughts. When Sean asked him if he needed to personally handle this, as entering a dream was more difficult than ordinary dream construction, Sopeya maintained his extremely indifferent and aloof expression and said, "Connie is sufficient."

Why would he bother with such a trivial matter?

To put it bluntly, if Sean weren't from the Flame Crow, he wouldn't even bother to acknowledge him.

So what if he was Tier Two and on the second floor of the Sanctuary?

The world had never lacked geniuses, nor had it lacked fallen geniuses.

Before truly growing up and stepping onto the third floor, any genius was just so-so in his eyes, hmph.

This matter was thus settled. Connie would help construct Sean's dream and restore his memories tomorrow night at the church.

"Mr. Sean, please rest assured, I have a tight lip," Connie said with a wink, joking. Her two dimples were very endearing.

Sean also smiled, "I believe Miss Connie."

After he finished speaking, Iris brought the topic back to the theft. She looked at Sopeya and finally asked, "Mr. Sopeya, what are your plans next?"

Losing the book would be detrimental to everyone. If there's anything you need, the Dawn Council will cooperate with Sopea as much as possible to find the book quickly.

"Very simple," Sopea said, uttering only one word: "Wait."

He had already thought of a countermeasure.

The reason that person took the book was undoubtedly due to their interest in this knowledge. Whether they intended to hoard it for themselves is another matter, but as long as they were interested, they would definitely come back. The collection on the third floor of the library was far more extensive than just the book that was taken. It would take far more than a hundred trips for them to go through it all.

"Currently, only you and a few friends know that I can access the third floor of the Sanctuary. That person probably doesn't know yet," Sopea said, his eyes gleaming. "From today on, I'll be waiting on the third floor of the library and won't go anywhere. I don't believe I can't catch him!"