NFBE Chapter 208 A Five-Year Dream
Chapter 208 A Five-Year Dream
Darkness, an endless expanse of darkness all around, without sound, without temperature, and without light.
The jet-black scales, like venomous snakes, slowly coiled around his arms, choked his throat, and engulfed his head like a swamp, draining all the strength from his body inch by inch.
Help...it hurts so much, my body hurts so much...no...
Weakness and pain were consuming her consciousness, and the fear of death revealed its hideous face under the cover of night.
A wheelchair in the corner, medicine bottles with an endless supply of pills, arms covered in needle marks and gauze, and lonely nights.
Why? Didn't she escape that nightmare?
Forbidden knowledge has been eradicated, and the Demon Scale Disease no longer exists, so why are they still here?
Could it be... just a dream before I died...?
Despair washed over her from all sides like quicksand, and just as she was about to lose her breath, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed her wrist tightly.
The warmth of her palm was so comforting; she felt like she had grasped a lifeline and unconsciously followed the hand's owner forward.
I ran and ran, not knowing how long I ran.
I ran past the health center, past the long-term bedridden patients, and kept running until I left the darkness far behind, until a market, blue sky, and crowds appeared before me.
The person in front stopped, turned around, his face blurred by a fog, and seemed to say something.
Then, he waved his hand, and although his hazy face was expressionless, she inexplicably felt that he was smiling.
This looks familiar... Who are you? Tell me your name.
The indistinct-faced man stopped speaking, waved his hand, turned around, and walked away into the distance.
Don't go, don't go, don't leave me...
She tried to grab that figure, but no matter how fast she ran, the distance between them kept increasing.
Until that figure transformed into a tiny shooting star in the distance and completely disappeared into the horizon.
Don't go, why, why are you leaving me...?
At least tell me who you are...
"Miss, Miss? Did you have another nightmare last night?"
The mercenary girl's slightly worried voice woke Dina Zede from her own world. She suddenly looked up, the sunlight was dazzling, and her eyes felt a pang of pain.
"Oh...sorry, Dixia, I was daydreaming."
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night."
The girl rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and waved apologetically to Dixia beside her.
This isn't the first time I've had the same nightmare.
Dixia put away her usual cheerful expression and adopted a serious tone, which was quite unusual for her.
"Miss, are your symptoms flaring up again? Are you sure you don't want to go to the health center for a check-up?"
Dina Zede forced a smile and shook her head.
The figure in her dream, the face she couldn't see clearly... it was so familiar, but she couldn't remember it no matter what she did.
She has been bedridden since childhood due to scaly disease and has had no opportunity to make friends except for her family.
Later, the father obtained a peculiar medicine from an unknown merchant from elsewhere.
According to the merchant, the potion was made from a variety of rare and precious medicinal herbs, but it was surprisingly effective against the Demon Scale Disease, allowing her to escape the torment of the illness for the first time.
She saw the outside world, made many friends, and even participated in the mission to save the Little Lucky Grass King.
But ever since then, this dream has begun, a dream that has haunted us for five whole years.
A hospital bed, the serial number engraved on a pill, and the fleeting glimpse of flowers displayed on a stall in the Grand Bazaar.
Five years later, the recurring dream became clearer and clearer, but the figure in the dream became increasingly blurry.
A sense of fear welled up inside her. She was afraid she would never have the chance to see that face again, afraid that the figure that had pulled her out of the darkness would never appear in her dreams again.
This fear even surpassed the fear of the nightmare itself; she found herself gradually accepting reliving her illness in her dreams, yet unwilling to forget the light she felt when she broke free from the swamp.
In that instant, the sunlight shone on them, and that was the closest she came to seeing him clearly.
Although she was certain that the figure in her dream had left no trace in her memory.
But her intuition told her that the figure was real and incredibly important to her.
Just like how she had always firmly believed in the existence of the Little Lucky Grass King.
One day, she will remember him, she will.
Dina Zede composed herself, gave Dixia a reassuring smile, and subtly changed the subject.
"By the way, Dixia, you promised to take me to the desert last time, when are we leaving?"
Upon hearing this, Dixia awkwardly scratched the back of her head, her eyes starting to dart around.
"I'm sorry, miss... we've run into a bit of trouble lately, and the trip may have to be postponed."
Since Dina Zede's Demon Scale Disease was cured, the young lady no longer needed a bodyguard, and Dixia took the opportunity to propose terminating their employment contract.
Although the Humayi family tried their best to persuade her to stay and offered very generous terms, the mercenary girl politely declined the kindness of Dina Zedai's family.
After all, they have already helped me a lot.
However, Dixia had no intention of returning to the desert. She registered a troupe with the Thirty-Man Group on the spot, recruited a group of mercenaries, and began to take on commissions from all over the world.
In just a few years, the name "Blazing Beast Hunter" has become famous in the mercenary world, thanks not only to the strength of "Blazing Mane Lion" himself, but also to its strict rules.
However, a troublesome matter has recently come knocking.
"Ladies, gossiping about others behind their backs is troublesome and not a good habit."
Seno, carrying the Crimson Sand Staff, appeared silently from behind the two girls, crossed his arms, and retorted.
Although disciplinary officers are indeed not very likable.
"Hey, haha, um, Cyno brothers, isn't there still an hour until the agreed time?"
Caught red-handed talking badly, Dixia gave an embarrassed laugh and tried to steer the conversation back to business.
Aside from being difficult to deal with, aren't these disciplinary officers a little too punctual?
"No, actually I need to clarify that the Disciplinary Officer is not the most difficult person to deal with in Sumeru City."
Seno seemed to have seen through Dixia's thoughts. He pretended to be deep in thought and retorted seriously.
"If the disciplinary officer isn't the most difficult person to deal with... then who is?"
Dina Zede tilted her head, puzzled, while Dixia beside her suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Miss, no..."
But it was too late. Seno, with a triumphant expression, proudly announced the answer.
"It's Senior Farusan."
"Because you are either injured by the wind or catch a cold."
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