Chapter 84: Adeline's Thoughts

Looking up, Adeline reassessed this still quite naive little fellow.

At this moment, Silas's brow was slightly furrowed as he calculated how to gather these people together.

Adeline suddenly asked, "If I can help you gather these people and pull them into a dream, then in the future, can you help me with some things?"

Silas was taken aback upon hearing this, his heart instantly filled with joy, but he still pondered calmly for a moment before saying, "Things within my ability, I will definitely help if I can. But things beyond my strength, I can't, after all, my own life is the most important."

Adeline smiled. "Of course, I don't have a hobby of sending people to their deaths."

"Then there's no problem," Silas said readily after weighing the pros and cons.

Adeline nodded slightly and didn't delve too much into the "Him" Silas had just mentioned.

"First, let me confirm one thing. How will you summon then? Do you intend to directly summon your Lord into my dream? I'm afraid that won't work."

Wherever a being of that level passed, indescribable and terrifying remnants would be left behind, even in a dream.

Although Adeline was a master-level Nightmare Sorceress, she knew very well that with her current intellect and Spirit Vision, she couldn't bear such a terrifying existence.

If that being were to manifest in her dream, what awaited her would not be the joy of glimpsing new knowledge, but the abyss of a shattered soul.

Silas shook his head. "Of course, I can't let you bear such a risk. Your task is very simple. After pulling them all into the dream, I will let my Lord descend in my dream, and then, through my Lord's messengers, 'invite' them into my dream."

When saying "invite," Silas's lips curved into a strange, wicked smile.

Seeing this smile, Adeline's heart tightened, because such a smile was not something a normal person could show.

Having said this, there was nothing more to say.

"I'll consider it first. If possible, I'll give you an answer tonight," Adeline said directly, not rushing to agree.

Silas knew such matters couldn't be rushed and nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll await your good news!"

Afterward, Silas woke the two Demonesses who were still in their fantasy, put on his shoes, and left under the butler's guidance.

Standing by the window, Adeline, through the glass, happened to see Silas and the others walking out along the small path.

"That one probably isn't an ancient deity, but possesses abilities and authority similar to a deity. Master of Dreams… Lord of Death and Storms… Even if deities have multiple facets, the difference in knowledge between these two aspects is too great," Adeline's delicate brows furrowed as she fell into deep thought.

"Whether that is a true god or a false god is still unclear. However, it can be confirmed that if I have the chance to come into contact with Him, I can obtain a large amount of dream-related knowledge merely through His aura and voice. This should be of great help to my current bottleneck. Because that kind of existence is itself an aggregate of knowledge; its words and actions carry a massive amount of information."

"Gaining benefits for myself is one aspect. On the other hand, I can determine what His authority truly is. Transcending the illusion of dreams, He can transform Demonesses to hide their identities, so His authority should not be limited to this."

"If that's the case, can it help Jeros recover his emotions?" Adeline's hand tightened at this thought.

…

After leaving Adeline's place, Silas felt much more at ease. "From what she meant just now, she probably won't refuse me. If things go as expected, this matter will be very easy to resolve."

Bernice, beside him, suddenly asked, "Apostle… Silas, why did you have to go through that Sorceress just now to let others enter the dream?"

Silas was taken aback. "Are there other ways?"

Bernice said with a strange expression, "In the knowledge in my mind, my Lord possesses the ability to actively transport others' dream consciousness before Him."

Silas sighed and said secretly, "Indeed, I can. But the premise is that I need the relevant coordinates of that person, or there must be some connection between us. Knowing the nature and scent of that person's spiritual energy would also work. However, I don't know that now!"

Of course, Silas wouldn't say these words out loud; after all, it would damage the deity's image.

"To have my Lord personally deal with these ants, this is simply defiling my Lord's divine might!" Silas said in a low, feigned voice.

Hearing this, Bernice was instantly alarmed, her face turning pale. She almost knelt on the ground. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Truly disrespectful!"

Silas waved his hand. "It's alright. My Lord will not blame you for such a trivial matter. However, this incident serves as a reminder to us. As the Lord's people and servants, we should think more for ourselves when doing things. Don't always rely on my Lord's infinite divine might, but think more about whether this matter can be resolved through our own abilities and connections, which will not only not trouble my Lord but also spread my Lord's divine might."

Helles and Bernice, upon hearing this, immediately understood, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Silas, thinking, "As expected of Lord Apostle, his entire mode of thinking and ideas are completely on a different level from ours!"

After accepting Silas's guidance, Helles asked, "You just said we belong to the Church of the Evening Bell. Does that mean our church has already been established?"

"Cough, cough!" Silas coughed and said in a low voice, "Due to special circumstances, the church currently only has the three of us."

Helles nodded. After all, she had just heard Lord Apostle say that this church was specifically for sheltering pitiful people like herself who were persecuted.

"Then who is the Pope?" Bernice asked.

Helles's eyes widened. "Of course, it's Lord Apostle! He is absolutely the well-deserved Pope!"

Suddenly promoted, Silas, however, couldn't feel happy at all.

"I established a church that believes in myself, and I'm also the Pope of this church. Believer, Pope, deity – a trinity. I have to boast shamelessly about myself during the day and act cool in dreams at night. It's still okay now, but if there are more believers in the future, this life sounds exhausting just thinking about it."

Helles looked at Silas with a strange expression and asked tentatively, "You don't seem very happy?"

Silas looked up and spouted nonsense as easily as drinking water, "It's not unhappiness, but feeling the weight of the mission. Because I feel the burden on my shoulders is heavier! My Lord's expectations of me are even more profound."

The two, upon hearing this, looked enlightened. "Lord Apostle is truly amazing. Such awareness and mentality, we are completely incomparable."

While talking, the three had already boarded the steam locomotive and were rapidly heading towards the farm north of the city.

With Jeros gone, the great mountain pressing on Silas's head was completely lifted. Coupled with Adeline's confirmation just now, Silas was now very relieved to have the two Demonesses by his side as guards.