....Waking up from the dream.
Opening his eyes, the pitch-black room was silent, and before him was a soft and warm embrace.
Sensing he was held in Olivia’s arms, Leon shifted his body.
Despite not alleviating the discomfort upon waking, his ntal state was sowhat invigorated.
That dream on was no ordinary dream. Spellcasters often capture fragnted information from the Dream of the Great Group, let alone those mysterious voices and scenes were so vivid....
Sothing was calling him.
He had so speculations in his mind.
At this mont, Olivia, who was guarding her beloved, also noticed the movent in her embrace.
She fumbled to press the switch on the wall to turn on the alchemy lamp in the room, and worriedly lowered her head to ask: "Awake? Do you feel better?"
"Hmm... how long did I sleep?" Leon ambiguously ignored the issues with his physical state, reluctantly rising.
"About five to six hours."
Olivia looked at the clock on the wall, the scale showing much more than in her world, but she could still roughly estimate the ti passed according to her body’s sense.
Leon turned over the girl’s body to the bedside, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Rest well, I’ve figured out so things that I need to verify."
Olivia nodded, though not quite understanding, she didn’t ask further.
The girl yawned, curled up her body, and closed her eyes. Having gone through several battles and journeys, she truly felt a bit weary.
Leon left the room, closed the door, and walked through the corridor back where he ca from.
Passing the corner, he saw a person pushing a cart, occasionally letting out painful breaths; Leon frowned slightly, observing the breathing patient bent over, he discreetly painted a Dharma Seal.
The eyes glowing swept over the man’s body; Leon’s eyes flickered, and his ntal guess was almost certain.
He quickly stepped forward and, using a few words learned from the earphone study earlier, asked the location of this refuge’s command center.
Directed by the other’s guidance, Leon swiftly passed through the corridor, arriving at the entrance to the command center, only to find that the soldiers in the refuge seed to have increased.
A large number of well-equipped brown-armored special forces soldiers were guarding the elevator and ergency passage.
(Tasa Language) "Sorry, **stop, **report**."
A military officer blocked Leon’s way.
Thanks to the previous communication, Leon could already understand so common local words.
"I need to see the commander here." He replied using so short phrases learned from the elder.
The officer in special gear nodded, imdiately opened a communicator to report back, then turned around and ordered the soldiers to make way, gesturing invitingly.
Leon followed him onto the elevator, reaching the upper refuge command center.
The doors opened, and dozens of eyes cast their gaze at him in the spacious room.
Leon hesitated, it was a lot busier than he expected in the command hall full of monitoring equipnt and consoles, and the atmosphere was sowhat eerie.
Dozens of survivors clad in military uniforms and battle gear surrounded two individuals clearly of higher status within the crowd.
The soldiers who led the rescue regarded him as the command officer of the refuge, standing in the periter clearly outranked by the two in the center.
In the core of the crowd stood an old gentleman with gray at the temples wearing glasses, dressed in a refined and simple gray long gown, while looking over with a friendly gaze.
The other person was a woman in a military coat with a cold expression, observing with folded arms, undisguised suspicion and vigilance in her eyes.
Leon ignored the aggressive gaze, heading straight there.
The nearby special guards approached, but the old man raised his hand to pat the warrior’s shoulder, signaling not to hinder, and ca forward proactively.
(Lorelette Language) "I am nad Rousseau, pleased to et you, Envoy of the Ancient God, I just arrived here and intended to et after you had fully rested."
The elderly man smiled kindly, revealing his identity.
Hearing the awkward ancient language, knowing the other was the survivor leader from the earlier communication device, Leon politely touched his chest to express thanks.
"You can call ’Leon’, thank you for helping out of the predicant, but there’s no need to call an envoy; my wife and I encountered an accident and were swept into your world, we’re rely knights from the Exotic Realm."
"Another from Alien Star? What do you want this ti? To steal our remaining souls with evil magic?" The cold voice ca from behind the old man.
The female officer’s Lorelette language was even more fluent than the elderly’s, but her unpolished questioning made Leon furrow his brow.
"Whatever misunderstanding this lady may have, my wife and I are just ordinary humans, uninterested in so-called souls, especially since you brought to this place, not actively seeking you out." Leon, though unsure of the other’s intense hostility, responded calmly.
Surna Rousseau’s elderly face stiffened awkwardly, turning back to scold severely, making the female officer twitch her lips, ceasing further speech.
Rousseau sighed and apologized to Leon: "Please don’t mind her extre attitude, my companion once served this nation’s military, witnessed incredibly evil deceit and betrayal... let’s speak elsewhere."
Leon waved his hand: "Other matters can be discussed later, but there are things I need to verify imdiately, requiring your permission and cooperation."
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