Chapter 128

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Chapter 128: It Is Like This

To Lin Lin’s surprise, Layton easily agreed to her escape plan.

And he looked very eager.

Even though seeing Layton causing trouble at school showed he did not want to stay in this place, trusting someone so blindly seemed too much.

Lin Lin felt a slight worry.

Soon, she began to regret this hasty decision.

For several days in a row, Layton kept asking her when they would leave and gave her ideas on how to avoid the school’s security, even more eagerly than she did.

The young dragon couldn’t hide his feelings at all; as long as Lin Lin ignored him, his tail would whip around with loud cracks.

Well, from a certain point of view, Layton was at an age when he was not very popular, and Lin Lin completely understood why Norman would tie him up.

"It will be quick, as soon as the collar around my neck is finished," Lin Lin could only promise Layton while ruffling his hair, then pointed in the direction of the dormitory for him to go rest and save his energy for going out.

After Layton left, Caligo opened the door, still holding a book, and peeked his head out from the dormitory.

"You shouldn’t have agreed to him," Caligo warned Lin Lin, "Dragons are not kind creatures."

Lin Lin asked, "Are there any kind creatures in the Demon King Castle?"

Caligo was taken aback, while Lin Lin cheerfully followed him into his room to see what he was doing.

Today is the weekend; even though it’s winter, the sunlight at noon is very nice, and the warm rays comfortably shine into the bedroom.

Caligo still wouldn’t tidy up his things; the items in the dormitory were thrown around messily, with his coat draped over the back of a chair and a corner of the blanket folded back, showing a light white interior.

"You rarely dislike someone so obviously," Lin Lin said, leaning closer to Caligo to see what book he was holding. "Does Layton make you unhappy? Is it because your setups clash?"

Lin Lin was joking.

Unlike the laughing Lin Lin, Caligo answered her honestly, "I just really dislike how he keeps bothering you."

Lin Lin: ???

Lin Lin: Huh?

Lin Lin suddenly realized, "Is it jealousy? Caligo, are you jealous that Layton always comes to see me?"

Lin Lin pinched Caligo’s cheek, "How strange! Caligo, you actually have this kind of feeling."

After all, Caligo always appeared very calm and mature for his age; Lin Lin thought he had completely gotten rid of such emotions.

"It’s not exactly like that…" Caligo turned his face away, avoiding Lin Lin’s pinching hand, "I just hate how clueless he is, and you don’t like him either, right?"

This question made Lin Lin break out in a cold sweat.

How should I put it? It’s not that I dislike him, but compared to Caligo, Caligo is definitely more important. However, I can’t say that Lin Lin doesn’t like Layton.

Because this little Red Dragon is really a bit pitiful, Lin Lin is the type who immediately buys hot dogs at the corner store when she sees a stray cat.

Not seeing the guilty look on Lin Lin’s face, Caligo closed the book.

Caligo’s voice was calm, "I know why you want to deal with him. After all, if Norman doesn’t let people go, the dragon can quickly fly us to a place where they can’t catch us, which is more effective than escaping by ourselves."

Lin Lin, "…That’s true. That’s exactly what I was thinking."

Lin Lin asked Caligo, "Are you reading a book about light-type?"

Lin Lin has also read this book; the good thing about school is the strong learning atmosphere. She really learned a lot, even though Lin Lin cannot practice those theories right now.

Caligo nodded, "The books I’ve seen all say the same thing; light-type spells must first praise the God of Light."

"Didn’t you already know about this?" Lin Lin sat on the low couch, "You even told me."

"Yes, I told you," Caligo nodded, "I was just curious why you used such a high-level spell, ‘Soul Tremor’, without praising the God of Light."

Lin Lin remembered when Caligo said they were in the Old Demon Realm, fighting the sandworms.

The first time Lin Lin used Soul Tremor, although she forgot to praise the God of Light, a creamy white magic circle did appear in front of her magic wand.

"Maybe it’s okay not to praise? Just the effect isn’t good?" Lin Lin pointed out.

"The book clearly states ‘you cannot use it without praising,’" Caligo opened the book for Lin Lin to see.

Although Lin Lin had finished reading the book, this sentence felt completely new to her, and she silently blamed herself for her hasty learning.

"And besides, all the recorded books say this," Caligo said, "Do you remember what Lenidien said? ‘One is very talented, and one will be executed.’ I guess your light-type talent is much stronger than you think."

"You are the truly amazing one," Lin Lin sincerely praised, "Was I there when that curly-haired angel said that? I have no memory of it at all."

Caligo reminded, "You were sitting on his arm at that time."

Lin Lin immediately closed her eyes, hoping to forget that scene completely.

Caligo was very worried that Lin Lin’s collar, once unlocked by the mermaid, would cause her to be entangled by the sanctuary because her gift matched the light-type too well.

"Don’t worry," Lin Lin patted his shoulder, "Is my gift higher than that of the Holy Knight Commander and the Holy Maiden? Obviously not."

Caligo lowered his eyelashes, his mismatched eyes looking at Lin Lin, "I hope you remember, we still haven’t seen the Holy Maiden, who has been searched for a long time and was finally found. Not even the Knight Commander saw her that day."

Lin Lin still remembered that, after all, the gifts the elves were supposed to give had not been delivered.

Lin Lin looked up at Caligo, "Are you saying… the Holy Maiden was never found? The sanctuary released false news because they could not find the Holy Maiden for a long time."

"Or," Caligo looked at Lin Lin, "whoever they say is the Holy Maiden, that person is the Holy Maiden."

Lin Lin blinked.

"That sounds really awful."

–

Lin Lin did not sleep well at night, possibly because she talked about a worrying topic with Caligo during the day.

Although she did not continue to have the nightmare of the "three old men chanting," things were still not much better.

She dreamed of a pure white space.

Oh, it feels like I’ve had a dream like this before.

Lin Lin was wearing a light yellow nightgown, standing in this vast whiteness.

Even though her dress was just above her knees, she did not feel cold; she just felt lost.

Lin Lin took two steps and found that this white space was not as empty as she had imagined; it was filled with tiny, soft golden particles.

Those particles were too small; even when gathered together, they were not noticeable.

Lin Lin found that when the particles came close to her, they stuck to her, looking very friendly.

The particles formed a not very obvious path ahead.

Lin Lin hesitated for a moment, thinking that might be the way out, and she needed to walk in that direction.

What a strange dream; as Lin Lin walked, she looked around; it was too quiet. As a dream, it wasn’t even interesting.

Lin Lin had to find some fun for herself, like pulling up the edges of her skirt a little and gathering the particles into her pocket like apples.

The more she walked along this path, the more particles she picked up.

Soon, the particles filled the hem of Lin Lin’s skirt, and she had to walk carefully so they wouldn’t spill out.

Lin Lin finally found something to do, busying herself with it.

She was already looking down until a small gray feather floated down from her hair.

Another feather landed on her dress, and Lin Lin looked up.

The pure white had vanished, and all around her was a misty gray; she began to feel the cold.

The golden particles that had stuck to her disappeared from her dress.

Lin Lin heard a gentle male voice say, "I found you."

–

"Well, I dreamed about a strange man," Lin Lin said.

"It’s normal for someone your age to dream about men," replied the mermaid, who had been woken up by Lin Lin knocking on the door. He rubbed his eyes, looking very sleepy, "Why don’t you discuss this with your good friend?"

Vivian clearly wanted to send Lin Lin away with her troubles.

"He went to class…" Lin Lin answered honestly.

The two fell silent for a few seconds.

The sun at ten o’clock shone on the person, one side was the teacher who couldn’t wake up, and the other side was the student who had already woken up and was ready for class.

Both of them chose not to discuss why they were meeting at this time.

Vivian said, "Then come inside."

It was still a wooden cabin full of things.

Unlike Caligo, Vivian’s room was messy yet organized. Although there were many items, the subtle order made them look very pleasant.

This might be the gift of aesthetic taste, Lin Lin admired it from the bottom of her heart.

Vivian poured Lin Lin a cup of hot cocoa, pushing the translucent cup in front of her, "Tell me about your dream, you can keep it brief. It might be related to the collar."

"I dreamt that I was walking on a golden ball floating in the air. At the end, a man spoke to me, but I don’t know what he looked like," Lin Lin said.

Vivian waited for a moment to make sure Lin Lin had finished speaking, "That was too brief; you could add some details."

"There are no details," Lin Lin replied, "and I don’t remember what the man said."

Vivian started to dismiss the student, "Maybe it’s the restlessness of youth. Hmm, didn’t you see your ideal type at all?"

"I didn’t see him!" Lin Lin emphasized, "He didn’t appear in front of me at all."

Vivian realized that Lin Lin really thought this dream was important. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Lin Lin, "What I just said about your dream being related to the collar might be false."

Lin Lin showed a puzzled expression.

"Once the collar is away from the angel, it becomes an independent thing," Vivian explained. "The God of Light ordered angels not to show favoritism to anyone by marking them. In short, angels are really bad at finding people, and he cannot harm you through the collar."

Lin Lin sighed with relief; this was the main reason she came to see Vivian.

"You really know a lot about the God of Light and angels," Lin Lin said with an admiring look. "I have read many related books in the library, but none are as detailed as what you said."

"Well," Vivian sighed lazily, seeming a bit careless, "our clan was taught a lesson by the angels for attacking humans."

Vivian said, still feeling sleepy, "At first, those angels were puppets of the God of Light, but later they gained their own thoughts and became extreme, which is quite troublesome. So I became a teacher; it’s safer to be at school, just eating and waiting instead of being outside."

What an amazing dream! Lin Lin exclaimed.

"Regarding your dream," Vivian was still trying to connect Lin Lin’s dream with the boy she liked. He seemed eager for her to conjure up a boyfriend to annoy Norman. "You can tell Norman about it; he is very good at dream interpretation and comforting believers."

In fact, during his school days, Norman got into a lot of trouble under the pretext of "interpreting dreams."

For example, to help a boy who dreamed of a fire dragon, he went to look for a real dragon hidden by the school—then he ended up running around with a baby dragon, and was locked in the detention room for two days.

"So when will he come?" Lin Lin surprisingly fell for it.

"Hmm," Vivian glanced at the calendar on the wall, "last weekend."

Lin Lin: ?

"He should have come this weekend," Vivian said, feeling a bit strange too. "Is he too busy? That shouldn’t be the case; there haven’t been any ceremonies recently."

"Norman said there aren’t many activities in San Marco City," Lin Lin replied. When she had hoped for evening events in San Marco City, that was how he brushed her off.

"That rich kid doesn’t understand fun at all," Vivian said, "He only goes to see musicals."