" Miss Sparrow, are you in some trouble?"
Gilan landed on the other person's island of the heart.
At a glance, you could see the girl in the novice nun's robe, standing there with her hand raised in a daze, seemingly hesitant and at a loss.
"Ah!" Miss Sparrow exclaimed in surprise. She turned her head and saw who it was, then breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly asked in confusion, "Eh? Mr. Snowy Owl? What are you doing in my dream?"
Miss Sparrow suddenly seemed to remember something and blushed slightly.
It can't be...
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
So I dreamt of Mr. Snowy Owl?
" Miss Sparrow?"
Seeing her lost in thought, Gilan frowned, thinking something had happened, and called out again.
Miss Sparrow finally came to her senses, looking on with suspicion.
Are you really Mr. Snowy Owl?
Seeing this, Gilan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He explained:
"Of course. I tried to fall asleep next to you, but I ended up entering your lucid dream too."
"So... so that's how it is!"
Miss Sparrow was taken aback.
"Hasn't the brand been applied yet?" Gilan asked.
"Hmm..." Miss Sparrow nodded, somewhat embarrassed. "I haven't decided on a name for my ' Kingdom ' yet."
Gilan raised an eyebrow.
He thought something had happened.
It turns out that Miss Sparrow suffers from "naming difficulties".
"Then why don't you think about the scene that left the deepest impression on you?"
Gilan tried to guide the conversation.
Upon hearing this, Miss Sparrow's face showed a look of reminiscence.
"The most memorable thing..."
She couldn't help but think of her life with the members of the Record Society in Black City, and she smiled and pressed her hand to the ground.
The dark gray light emanated from her palm.
Suddenly, a glass coffee table appeared on the ground, surrounded by a leather sofa in an "L" shape. Above, a crystal chandelier with a diameter of two meters hung down from the dark night sky.
This is exactly the living room layout of the Assembly Apartment.
However, there was an old wooden pipe on the coffee table. The tobacco in the pipe was burning, and smoke was drifting... as if its owner had only temporarily placed it on the coffee table and would return soon after having something to do.
Gilan had seen Mr. Fuz have this pipe before.
This is probably Miss Sparrow's way of remembering her father.
Miss Sparrow looked at the scene she had created and a gentle expression appeared on her face. Then, with a firm look in her eyes, she raised her right palm.
He clenched his fist suddenly.
" Number 13."
As the name of the Kingdom was announced, the chandelier suddenly lit up!
The Lighting immediately illuminated the area around the two of them, dispelling the darkness that stretched for over ten meters in diameter around the sofa and coffee table.
"Congratulations," Gilan said with a smile. " Miss Sparrow, you are now a true Spirit Mystic."
Miss Sparrow took a deep breath and smiled, her eyes narrowing.
"Thanks."
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The two woke up from their dream at the same time.
They sat at the stone table in the monastery courtyard and smiled at each other.
At that moment, Gilan realized that she was holding a cold, hard object in her hand.
He looked down and saw that it was the horn comb that Miss Tolina had given him as a keepsake.
The Iridescence entries then swayed above it, displaying:
" The Messenger Comb. A precious item of a certain young girl, given as a token to visiting friends. The comb may seem ordinary, but it possesses unimaginable mysterious power. It can be used to summon the girl's messenger, or as a medium to directly reach the ' Black Castle ' in dreams, unaffected by external forces."
Gilan stroked the smooth surface of the Messenger Comb, tucked it into her pocket, and then stored it in her dimensional space for safekeeping.
" Mr. Snowy Owl, my eyesight seems to have improved a lot!" Miss Sparrow exclaimed in surprise. She looked around, noticing things were much clearer.
"Wait, something's not right..."
Miss Sparrow realized something, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and took a deep breath.
"You can smell the fragrance of flowers, the scent of grass, and even the aroma of soil."
"I can also hear the sisters next door praying."
A gentle breeze was blowing in from the porch, brushing against my cheek.
Gilan observed her quietly for a while, then chuckled softly:
"It seems that, Miss Sparrow, the improvements you've gained since entering the first-tier ' Kingdom ' have primarily focused on your perception."
"Hmm, that seems to be the case."
Miss Sparrow opened her eyes, nodded, and smiled.
She suddenly thought of something and lowered her voice:
" Mr. Snowy Owl, so... can I see Mr. Stork and the others now?"
Upon hearing this, Gilan fell silent.
"Theoretically, it's possible." He nodded, but said softly, "But there's been an unexpected situation right now, and they can't appear in reality for the time being."
"So that's how it is."
Miss Sparrow was slightly disappointed.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Gilan shook her head.
The Cross-Sword Bonfire was about to go out because of his own mental problems, and Miss Sparrow couldn't help him at all in this matter.
Immediately, he simply said:
"Don't neglect your meditation practice; continue to hone your Gnosis and absorb cosmic elements... This is the necessary path to advance to the second level."
"Yes, I won't slack off."
Miss Sparrow nodded solemnly.
After chatting for a while longer, Gilan took her leave, promising to meet again next time. Miss Sparrow, though reluctant to part, simply hummed in agreement.
She escorted Gilan all the way to the monastery gate before turning back. But on the cemetery path, she ran into an elderly nun with white hair.
Miss Sparrow, preoccupied with her own thoughts, looked up and saw the other person, and was startled.
"Dean Padmel!" she said quickly.
After exchanging greetings, the dean smiled kindly at her.
" Aurora, I intend to recommend you to join the Holy Nun Order of the Church of Our Lady," the old nun beckoned and said slowly. "Are you willing?"
"Um?"
Miss Sparrow was stunned.
Having just arrived, she knew very little about the church and was unaware of what the " Holy Nun Order " the dean was referring to actually was.
I don't know why they suddenly made the recommendation.
"Dean, I'm still just a novice nun, not even a full nun yet."
Miss Sparrow walked over quickly, lowered her head, and whispered.
"And... what is the ' Holy Nun Order '?"
"The six-year baptism requirement only applies to ordinary nuns."
Dean Padmel explained patiently.
She gestured for Miss Sparrow to follow, then turned and walked towards the church. Upon seeing this, Miss Sparrow quickly took her steps and followed closely beside the headmistress.
At this point, the dean continued:
"Your talent is considerable; it's somewhat of a waste for you to remain just an ordinary nun in a convent..."
"The ' Holy Nun Order ' is a secret organization within the Church. The holy nuns are servants of the 'Our Lady' and possess mystical powers."
"In fact, every registered and legitimate church within the Empire has a similar institution as a powerful safeguard... Sometimes, simply talking about protecting the faith is not enough, child."
Miss Sparrow was quite surprised by Dean Padmel's words.
Unexpectedly, the special personnel within the church all possess mysterious powers.
She calmed herself down and realized that she was still too weak to help Mr. Snowy Owl, so she thought this might be an opportunity.
So he said hesitantly to the dean:
"Dean Padmel, may I?"
"Certainly."
The old dean turned his head and smiled.
"If you agree, I will compile your situation and information into a booklet and submit it to the church..."
"Once the review is approved, and after the documents and certificates are issued, you will be officially recognized and granted the status of 'Holy Nun,' and will begin receiving mystical education within the church."
Miss Sparrow seemed to realize something and asked nervously:
"Dean, does that mean I'll be transferred away from here?"
"Not for now." Dean Padmel seemed to understand the reason for her concern, but said nothing, only gently shaking his head. "At that time, you will be studying with me for a period of time."
"The curriculum is not limited to the Book of Mercy and the Gospel of Sacrifice from the Church Bible; it also includes some mystical content, including rituals and spells unique to the Church of Our Lady."
Miss Sparrow's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
She looked at the old dean and nodded vigorously.
"Dean, I agree with your recommendation!"