Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

"Then, I'll wait for you."

After a brief silence, Caster said nonchalantly.

"No, please don't do this, caster."

"Please allow me to refuse."

"caster..."

"I'll wait for you here, Meishaye."

The soft words carried the implication that they cannot be changed, and Mei Shaye's face was hot, with an unspeakable sense of shame, just like being called by the teacher's name when she missed class.

So she could only accept it willingly, endured the shame, left the toilet, and followed the caster back to the room.

"Come on, go back to bed, do you want me to help you take off those cute slippers?"

"No need, I can do this little thing myself."

Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, Mei Shaye lowered her head, took off her slippers silently, and returned to the bed.

For a lady, it is false to let someone into the dormitory without feeling resistance, even if that person is a caster, a famous magician in history.

But Caster didn't mind at all. Instead, he treated the young son with full patience, waiting for the naughty young son to fall asleep.

Mei Shaye pulled up the quilt and covered half of her face to hide the dissatisfaction and unhappiness on her face.I don't know why, today's caster gave her a different feeling, which made Mei Shaye eager to stay away from him.

"Is this a modern machine?"

Suddenly Caster became interested in the radio on Meisha's night table.

"Well, this is the radio, are you interested?"

Taking advantage of Caster's gaze on the table, Mei Shaye pulled down the quilt and took a deep breath.

"Of course I am interested. To be precise, the things made by excellent technology are worth referring to. All kinds of ideas and flashes of inspiration are things that can only shine through the accumulation of knowledge."

Caster looked at the radio with great interest, like a child picking up beautiful shells on the beach.

【What is the reason why Heroic Spirits with modern knowledge are so interested in radios?Because there is no knowledge about the radio, or the radio that my mother gave me-the original grandmother's thing is not in the modern range, so I don't know? 】

Mei Shaye thought silently, watching Caster pick up the radio and fiddle with it.

"Radio, a sound sending and receiving system that uses electrical signals and a device for receiving and reproducing, the specific function is..."

"Entertainment, publicity and receiving information."

"Well, programs for entertainment, news for conveying information, and other advertisements and promotions for products are also used."

"Sounds like the function of a TV."

"Television came after radio, which is what TV was before except without the picture."

"I see, it's really interesting."

Caster nodded thoughtfully. Seeing Caster's interested appearance, Mei Shaye couldn't help laughing in his heart. He didn't expect that as an alchemist, he would be interested in modern machinery, and it was just If an ordinary thing like a radio was replaced by a telephone, wouldn't he be so excited that he couldn't sleep all night?

Oh, right. A caster is a heroic spirit and does not need to sleep.

Caster's questions are very professional, asking everything from the purpose of use, principle, popularity, tendency of each generation, etc.

She didn't understand the specifics of Meishaye, but she still told the caster as much as she could. Watching him carefully consider, chew, and finally turn the things he didn't understand into his own knowledge, the questions became more and more concise, obviously Constantly learning new knowledge.

If possible, Mei Shaye wanted to continue talking, but sleepiness found her door at this moment.

Suddenly I felt very tired, my eyelids became heavy, and even my consciousness became light, and I dozed off without knowing when.

"Mesa night."

"Yes……"

Dimly hearing the caster calling her, Misha reluctantly opened her eyes and yawned.

"Thank you for tonight, go to sleep."

"Um……"

His eyes were closed again, his consciousness was wrapped in his soft voice, and at the same time he felt a warmth.

"sweet Dreams."

The temperature of Caster's fingertips is so warm, obviously his body is so cold, like the cold winter that just passed.

Mei Shaye thought vaguely, the whole person relaxed, and slowly fell asleep.

"Good night."

.........

.........

I think I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming.

Although he is not a magician who is proficient in mind manipulation, he can still distinguish between dreams and reality to a certain extent.

Looking at the surrounding things, those shiny things are everywhere, they emit light, and build ethereal light bands in this space.

Those shiny things should be stars, looking at that abstract existence, it's like my childishness, after all, all this is in my dream.

The realm of dreams is very mysterious. Since Mesmer, modern psychology developed over the years, although a small part overlaps with the realm of magic, if you want to analyze the long-gone magic of the age of gods in modern times, It can only be traced back to the distant past from the dream.

I heard from my father that in the Holy Grail War, because the servant and the magician were connected by a magic circuit, they would see each other's memory in their dreams, but it was a pity that they were not the master.

But if you imagine yourself as the Master of the Holy Grail War...

I felt my situation quietly. I could recall not many memories in my dream. I only vaguely remembered what happened before going to bed. There was no way, after all, this was a dream.

But am I in the air now?Suspended in mid-air, can fly.

However, it is better to say that it is swimming in the air than flying, but the resistance is not as strong as that of water.

Freely, like swimming in the wind and flying in the air, a light and shiny place.

Such a flight is really wonderful, but there are still some uncomfortable places.

Is it because everything around me is so light and fluffy? There is no place to stay, and I can't feel the real feeling, which makes me feel unsteady in my heart.

This unreliable feeling became more and more intense, and it seemed that he could vaguely hear voices.

"Mesa Night..."

Who is calling my name?

"Mesa Night..."

Who is that familiar voice?

"Mesa Night..."

His voice seemed to be in pain, and hearing his pained voice made me feel very sad, but who is this person?

I was thinking dimly, flying around in the dream space, I couldn't help speeding up, feeling a little anxious in my heart,

When can I wake up?

The space of dreams seems to be boundless, I think I should fly a long distance, but the surroundings are still those strange scenery.

"Mesa Night, Mesa Night, Mesa Night, Mesa Night..."

The sound became more and more urgent and high-pitched, and finally stopped abruptly, as if the piano being played was roughly destroyed.

For some reason, my heart inexplicably felt a tearing pain, and tears flowed down my cheeks.