Prophetic dream?!
Hearing Cassandra's words, Roy's expression changed. Her dreams were essentially warnings, meaning disaster was about to befall them.
Roy said with a grave expression, "Tell me in detail!"
Cassandra nervously swallowed her saliva. "I don't know. This dream was even more difficult to interpret than before. Something terrible is going to happen."
Cassandra's face was pale and pained. Twisted, bizarre images flashed through her mind—incomprehensible, even she herself didn't know what they meant.
But she could sense the danger within them.
Roy said, "It's fine. Tell me everything you saw, and I'll help you interpret it together."
His gentle voice and calm, water-like smile gradually soothed Cassandra's heart.
Under Roy's continuous encouragement, Cassandra took a deep breath, a smile appearing on her face. "It was a joyful celebration. Many people gathered together to enjoy themselves. There were many delicious foods and fun things..."
Listening to Cassandra's account, as expected, a trace of blood-red light faintly appeared in the depths of Roy's eyes. Impatience and disgust filled his heart.
The "Adventurer" ability activated!
In a trance, a mysterious, stunningly beautiful goddess descended from the heavens, her rosy little lips lightly touching Roy's forehead. His luck value increased dramatically.
Roy's mind recovered its clarity, his eyes becoming clear and pure, exempt from the cursed power of the prophetic dream. From Cassandra's account, he interpreted the content word by word:
Celebration?
Roy's eyes narrowed. The Monsterphilia in two days—the only large-scale event recently in Orario. It seemed this was the time of the incident. He speculated secretly.
Roy continued to ask, "And then?"
Cassandra desperately tried to recall the dream's content, but it was a nightmare. After being frightened awake, she only vaguely remembered some things within seconds.
Suddenly, an image flashed through Cassandra's mind. Fear appeared in her eyes. "Darkness would surge forth from underground. Ancient mystery, mutated beast—it wants to devour everything, walking again through that path destined for destruction amidst blood and fire..."
Roy frowned. Too abstract. Moreover, these words covered a wide range. How to interpret them was also an extremely difficult matter.
Only the first sentence could he barely understand. If darkness represented monsters or hostile forces, would the opponent run from the Dungeon to the surface?
The only useful information was the time of the incident.
He didn't know exactly what would happen. As expected, it was no different from last time—wanting to rely on Cassandra's "prophetic dream" to predict the future was impossible.
Mist filled Cassandra's eyes, her small hands tightly gripping Roy's clothes as she pleaded, "Mr. Roy, please, please believe me."
"Rest assured, I believe you!"
Roy comforted her. Those who didn't believe this great prophet came to no good end. He asked softly, "You mean that during Monsterphilia, some kind of mutated monster will run to the surface to deal with us?"
Cassandra nodded, then shook her head, repeating these two actions back and forth.
It was clear this girl really wanted to give a definite answer, but even she herself didn't know what that absurd, bizarre dream meant.
In the end, her tears fell pitifully.
At this moment, Cassandra was like a deaf-mute, desperately wanting to tell Roy something, gesturing wildly with her hands, but unable to speak any useful information. Anxiously, she scratched her ears and cheeks, messing up her hair.
"It's fine, it's fine. Let's calm down." Roy comforted Cassandra with a gentle tone.
Cassandra's breathing gradually became steady. After her emotions stabilized, intense drowsiness surged up, and she became groggy, her little head drooping.
Roy carried this timid yet deeply worried girl to the bed and covered her with a blanket.
Cassandra closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Even in slumber, she still furrowed her brows, pursed her small lips, and clenched her hands into fists, as if experiencing something terrifying.
Roy leaned against the wall, resting with his eyes closed, his mind thinking. His keen sense of smell made him aware that this matter was eighty to ninety percent aimed at them.
Who exactly wanted to target them? Since coming to Orario, he had offended quite a few people.
Freya Familia? The dark faction related to Rudra Familia? Ikelos Familia? The Apollo Familia who was kicked out of Orario?
Or perhaps the Soma Familia members who were exiled after the recent purge... Perhaps纠结 this was no longer meaningful. Soldiers come, the general blocks; water comes, the earth covers!
Roy changed his approach. The time of the incident was Monsterphilia in two days, and monsters would definitely appear. In the limited time remaining, what could he do?
Grind his ability values to the limit, and find external aid!
Roy slowly opened his eyes.
In the previous expedition, defeating the Floor Boss Amphisbaena with at least Level 5 ability values while at Level 3, he had already accomplished the feat required to level up to Level 4.
He could level up at any time; he simply wanted to grind his ability values to the limit of his aptitude first.
The next day.
Roy came before Ryuu. "Miss Ryuu, I have something to tell you. Do you have time?"
The elven girl was wearing a simple white nightgown. Her golden hair shone like ears of wheat, her skin white and tender, lustrous as jade.
Her small face was exquisitely unparalleled, as perfect as a porcelain doll without a single flaw. Her bright sky-blue eyes were as brilliant as gems. Her slender, pointed ears were the most distinctive feature of an elf.
Ryuu, who had just woken up, still had a trace of sleepiness on her small face, her eyes drooping, her temperament cold yet gentle.
Facing Roy's request, Ryuu nodded lightly.
This was one of the things Roy liked most about Ryuu—she never asked why, and almost never refused a request.
However, since destroying the Rudra Familia and her heart of justice reviving, realizing she was the only senior member and pillar of the Astraea Familia, Ryuu's personality had sprinted toward her original timeline direction.
Mature, steady, rarely speaking, like an ice beauty. Just standing there, her tall, stunning figure was pleasing to the eye.
After washing up, Ryuu came to the dining table, enjoying the breakfast Roy prepared—soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Ryuu sipped the sweet soy milk in small mouthfuls, wearing gloves, tearing the fried dough sticks into small pieces, putting them in her small mouth, chewing slowly, then swallowing.
Her eating movements were elegant and steady, but not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, three cups of soy milk and four fried dough sticks were consumed by her—truly a little foodie.
Adventurers' physical energy consumption far exceeded ordinary people's, and they had requirements for both food quality and quantity.
Although Miss Ryuu didn't ask for the reason, Roy still needed to explain. Such a Level 5 fighter couldn't be left to waste. He said, "I received reliable information that someone is targeting us."
Ryuu's small hand holding the fried dough stick paused. She slowly raised her head, her originally calm eyes turning ice-cold.
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