Chapter 1346: Chapter 412 I Help You Create Dreams_3 Chapter 1346: Chapter 412 I Help You Create Dreams_3 If I could glean a thing or two, it would greatly assist in the structure of my own domain.
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Leonard Churchill was now skilled in multitasking, ticulously studying the classic books while also able to chat.
Tracy Garcia had long been accustod to him always being in a state of cultivation and study whenever he had spare ti.
The bun-haired miss propped her cheeks, watching happily from the side, occasionally helping to explain the uses of the materials.
Leonard Churchill also gradually noticed changes in Tracy Garcia.
Although the girl always complained about the hardships of cultivation, she had evidently been studying diligently during this period.
She had not yet broken through to the seventh rank, and her realm in the transcendental path was also not too profound.
But she knew quite a bit.
It gave the impression that she “knew a little about everything she was asked” and “understood a bit about everything she saw.”
Especially regarding transcendent knowledge, whether it was any one of the fifty-two sequences, or so spell, secret skill, relics… she could cite so origins.
This allowed many of Leonard Churchill’s confusions to be promptly resolved.
With such a person to chat with, the efficiency of studying skyrocketed.
Tracy Garcia also enjoyed the feeling of being able to help.
The two got along pleasantly and familiarly.
However, abruptly, as Leonard Churchill’s effeminate fingers flipped through the classic books, Tracy Garcia finally couldn’t help asking, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you… seem to have changed a bit recently?”
The question was phrased sowhat delicately.
Leonard Churchill imdiately realized sothing, looking at his fingers, his eyes sharpened: “How many tis have I engaged in such behavior just now?”
Tracy Garcia glanced at him, “The fifth ti.”
Leonard Churchill pondered for a mont and didn’t hide the truth, saying, “I’ve been contaminated.”
In previous battles, he had used the power of the gloves repeatedly, unwittingly deepening the contamination.
However, the biggest problem was that he now seemingly felt “there was nothing bad about it,” which is why he was completely unaware just now.
Before, he definitely would have detected it imdiately.
Now that Tracy Garcia had pointed it out, Leonard Churchill took the opportunity to explain the cause.
Upon hearing this, Tracy Garcia’s eyes, lively as flowing water, blinked with curiosity, “Ah? Mr. Leonard Churchill is going to turn into a witch?”
After all, it was a heritage sequence that had been lost for generations.
Her curiosity quickly gave way to solemnity on her pretty face; such irreversible contamination, while not deadly, was no trivial matter.
Leonard Churchill’s expression, however, remained calm, asking, “Is there any way to solve it?”
The current situation was quite troubleso, not just psychologically, but also physically.
After a careful observation, Tracy Garcia obviously noticed the abnormal effeminacy.
Her face turned serious instantly, shaking her head, “Witch contamination cannot be reversed, after all, contamination is the soul… all I can think of is suppression.”
Hearing the High Priestess say as much, Leonard Churchill slightly furrowed his brows.
But he quickly regained composure.
It was expected.
Imdiately, Tracy Garcia seed dejected, murmuring, “I really don’t want Mr. Leonard Churchill to beco a witch.”
Leonard Churchill looked at her, smiling, “Neither do I.”
As he spoke, he took out the [Moon] and began his daily routine of cultivation.
Tracy Garcia, like a curious baby, asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what are you doing?”
Leonard Churchill casually replied, “Creating Pleasurable Dreamscape, suppressing the contamination.”
As he spoke, he sat cross-legged on the ground, preparing to enter a state of ditation.
“Ah?”
Upon hearing this, Tracy Garcia pondered for a mont and quickly understood, “Oh! Right, suppressing contamination with male hormones!”
But at the sa ti, as she looked at Leonard Churchill’s skin, paler and more delicate than she rembered, she voiced her concern, “But… won’t the dreams you create be influenced by your subconscious?”
“They will.”
Leonard Churchill was not the kind to shy away from his problems; he nodded in agreent straightaway.
Yet, currently, there was no better solution.
Hearing what Leonard Churchill said, Tracy Garcia imdiately realized the seriousness of the issue.
If the dreams were polluted, the thod would not only fail to suppress the contamination but might actually deepen it.
The Bun-Haired Miss blurted out without much thought, “How about I help you?”
Leonard Churchill looked at her sideways and responded, “Hmm?”
Having resolved matters on his own up until now, his thought process had stiffened.
It only now occurred to him, ‘Right, why not rely on a friend I can absolutely trust?’
Tracy Garcia imdiately sensed the ambiguity in her words. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she thought of sothing and quickly explained, “What I an is… I also know so Illusion Technique, so why don’t I help you induce the dreamscape?”
Leonard Churchill knew Tracy Garcia’s skills were not simply a bit of Illusion Technique; with her help, of course it would be nothing but advantageous.
Without any hesitation, he readily agreed, “Good!”
Tracy Garcia looked at his expressionless face and a smile resurfaced on her own as she busied herself casting the spell.
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Half an hour later, Leonard Churchill woke up from the Pleasurable Dreamscape.
As he opened his eyes, his thoughts returned to reality, and it was then that he distinguished the dream from the waking world.
It must be said, having a completely trustworthy friend by his side allowed Leonard Churchill to deeply imrse himself in the dream.
This was the best experiential feeling he had had for a while, as it wasn’t a dreamscape he crafted himself, everything was unknown, and the pleasurable scenes felt incredibly real.
Upon awakening, he could distinctly feel a vibrant masculine energy coursing through him.
“Huff…”
Leonard Churchill slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Seeing it like this, if he could truly abstain from gloves and use this thod, it might indeed help suppress it.
It was just this deep breath, currently by the fountain preparing materials, that Tracy Garcia noticed, turning around surprised, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you’ve awakened?”
With that, she walked over imdiately and leaned forward to check on Leonard Churchill’s condition.
She looked like a competent doctor checking on her patient.
The Bun-Haired Miss was wearing a black Lolita-style dress, a design that was naturally low-cut.
Leonard Churchill’s gaze naturally drifted over, and he caught a glimpse of the snowy depth.
Normally, he would have been gentlemanly enough to avert his eyes. Friends wouldn’t mind an innocent display of charm.
However, Leonard Churchill’s eyes lingered this ti.
He suddenly recalled the scenes from the dream, montarily lost in thought.
Perhaps because he had seen her in reality, she also appeared in his dream.
Leonard Churchill felt a curious sense of subtlety: How could he have dread of this girl?
Such a gaze would naturally be perceived by a High-Tier Card Master in a mont.
Tracy Garcia also realized her deanor was a bit inappropriate, quickly stood up, and her poise beca slightly flustered.
However, in doing so, it made Leonard Churchill’s position a bit awkward, as if he was caught sneaking a peek with an ulterior motive.
Tracy Garcia imdiately picked up on this awkwardness.
She didn’t have anything to hide from Leonard Churchill and didn’t really mind at all; it was just a girl’s shyness.
After all, Leonard Churchill had been contaminated.
Tracy mustered the courage from within, skillfully parried with a question, “Ah… Did Mr. Leonard Churchill dream about ?”
As she spoke, afraid Leonard Churchill would feel awkward, she laughed and winked, adding, “Actually, it’s alright.”
Tracy held her head high, confidently displaying her figure, like a blossoming and vibrant flower: “Being admired for beauty is quite an honor for a girl, you know~”
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