"Give me more of these plastic sheets, sigh."
Bobo held his two paws together in a begging pose and sighed. "I probably can't work with you today. You know, there are still a lot of people in the Mystical Realm waiting for me to save them. Since I got hit even inside the Pocket Dimension, there's no way their Secondary Dimension, which is attached to the Main Dimension, could escape it either."
"I understand. You're still a king, you little monkey, even if nobody would want the Mystical Realm Dimension if you gave it away."
Su Ming generously swept a hand, and plastic sheets covered the entire bar, piled into a small mountain. "But I suggest you find a bodyguard before doing this. These thin sheets can force Nightmares out of dreams, but some stronger ones will enter the Main Dimension directly."
"Is that so? Hmm, then I'll contact Tracy's father." Bobo grabbed a handful of plastic sheets, jumped down from the bar, and headed toward the door at the back, where the staff lounge was. "I wonder what that girl was dreaming about."
As mentioned before, Tracy's father was an inquisitor of the Christian Church, a fanatical religious zealot obsessed with punishing heretics in God's name. He spent all year going up against all sorts of Dark Sorcerers.
It was as though he had picked his daughter up off the street. When Teresa's mother died, Tracy was one year and three months old. Before she passed, she entrusted the child to him. Yet he immediately handed the girl over to Master Night Jim, who had still been alive at the time, and went off to play with Dark Sorcerers again.
More than ten years had passed, and the girl had grown up. That irresponsible father had probably only seen