Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 488

Just as Donne was looking around in the battlefield in the dreamland, an intellectually mature strange female voice came from behind:

“Sir, have you found anything worth noting?”

Donne turned around a little confused.

Behind him stood a woman who looked about the same age as Bishop Meyer, with long white hair, eyelashes, and red eye pupils. She was graceful and decent.

She holds the glowing amethyst ball in both hands, and she wears the white-haired Bishop Loli’s wide Dalian dress and gown, which fits well.

She was also standing in the chaotic battlefield, because of the light from the crystal ball, the characters and chaos in the dream did not affect her at all.

Donne slowly played a question mark on his forehead.

Who is this person?

As a dream practitioner, Dorn has absolute control over ordinary dreams. What happened in the dream, he could perceive it only by perception.

He did feel a person’s consciousness sneaking into the dreamland from the outside world just now, falling behind Own.

But what is certain is that that person should be White-haired Bishop Loli Daya.

“Ah, is that you, Bishop Daya?” Dorn asked tentatively.

“Yeah. Sir, this is the appearance of my consciousness. It is different from the body outside. It is the appearance of my normal age.” The white-haired mature woman obviously saw Donne’s confusion and explained indifferently.

It really is?

Hearing the explanation from the other party, Don’s doubts not only did not clear up, on the contrary, it got a little bit more.

The outer body and the inner conscious soul are two completely different age states. How is this done?

In Loli’s body, there is a Heart of Onee-san, right?

Good guy, this is so…exciting.

Daya was disapproving on the surface, glanced at Dorn with no expression, and continued to explain:

“My dream ability is innate.”

“When I was about eleven years old, this ability was completely awakened. Every night I sleep, my consciousness will get out of the body and sneak into the dreams of others uncontrollably.”

“In the beginning, I entered the dreams of my parents at home. Later, this ability became more uncontrollable, and the range of dreams at night became farther and farther. This situation continued until I was discovered by the Holy See when I became an adult, under the guidance of doctrine and the original blessing. It’s getting better under the hood.”

“It may be because of the dissociation of consciousness every night when I was a child, resulting in my body being only a shell at night. From the year I was awakened at the age of eleven… I stopped growing taller.”

At the end of the talk, Bishop Daya’s tone and expression were a bit resentful.

“I see.”

Combining the common knowledge of modern medicine on the earth, Donne really wanted to understand something.

Didn’t some people say that a person’s growth and development during adolescence are all carried out during the night’s sleep?

At the age when Daya should be developed, the soul is always offline.

If things go on like this, it leads to an embarrassing situation where the body has not grown up, but the soul has grown up.

Reasonable.

Sure enough, good children should sleep well, go to bed early and get up early, so that they can grow up quickly.

“By the way, you said that after joining the Holy See, your abilities became controllable, right? Then if you sleep well every night, can your body develop again?”

Daya: “…shut up.”

“Oh.”

It seems impossible.

But keeping that white-haired Loli’s appearance and not growing up is not necessarily all bad.

Maybe someone likes this one?

However, being stared at by a good gentleman doesn’t seem to be something to be happy about… Oh, that’s all right, it’s indeed all bad things.

Daya is really miserable.

It may be that Dorn’s expressions of thinking about problems are too varied, and the white-haired bishop in the form of Onee-san looks a little complicated when he sees him:

“Sir, you seem to be thinking about something very rude.”

“Nothing!” Dorn denied, “I am definitely thinking about business, such as where the red fish is now.”

“Although I feel that with the strength you have shown, you can find it with a little effort… But come with me, it is in the depths of the dream, and I am familiar with it here.”

Onee-san Daya sighed and walked to lead the way.

…

This dream of the Secretary of the Seal has a large space, almost encompassing an entire large-scale battlefield.

The details of the dream are real and very textured.

Among so many dreams that Donne has walked through, it is the best quality one.

If it is not considered that this high-quality detail display is likely to be related to the influence of Cthulhu [War], I really want to give it a good comment.

Under the leadership of Bishop Daya, the two went around and walked to the border of the dreamland.

Here, it is already the periphery of the war imagined by the Minister of the Seal.

The surroundings were still bloody red, a bit thicker than the red on the battlefield, layered on top of each other. Lighter or darker red covers the surrounding scenery, making this area not so real.

As a practitioner in a dream, the closer to this place, the stronger Donne’s perception becomes.

Intuition tells him that there is an abnormality, a big abnormality.

“It should be near here.” Daya stopped and pointed forward. “Amidst these overlapping reds, I didn’t see it very clearly. The first time I found the red fish, it took a long time. time.”

Dorn nodded, and then activated the upgrade skill acquired by eating the roasted evil eye, [Breaking Eyes].

The effect of [Break] allows the skill user to see all the falsehoods.

Because Dorn was imagining his body into a dream, this effect is equally applicable to dreams.

Under the blessing of [Breaking Eyes], the light or dark red color blocks in front of the eyes are distinguished, summarized, and seen through, with a clear view.

In the depths of this weird red area, Dorn saw a red fish floating in the air, moving up and down out of thin air.

It looks a bit like a carp, but it doesn’t seem to be at all.

This red fish is only the size of a palm, and there are two long, flowing whiskers on the lips of the fish. On the top of the forehead, two small bumps can be faintly seen.

Like two small antlers.

“Found it.”

Don’s eyes were locked on the red fish, and the majestic and substantive nightmare and black aura poured out in an instant, rushing straight towards the target.

It scared Daya at the front.

The red fish reacted very quickly, and at the moment the nightmare’s black qi burst out, there was an action of fleeing.

But Dreamland is Don’s home field.

The enemy is fast, he is faster!

The oppressive black qi unreasonably quickly engulfed the red fish, forming a vortex of black aura, and locked it fiercely.

Under this pressure, the red fish at the center of the vortex was like a soap bubble that was punctured, bursting suddenly, turning into small red masses and slowly dispersing.

Then, they reunited in a place far away from the black energy of the nightmare, restored their original appearance, and continued to flee.