Saul didn’t hear the wind chimes, but his soul threads scattered around were the first to sense those seemingly real yet illusory wind chimes.

The milky white shell-shaped wind chimes moved without wind, chaotic and disorderly, making one feel a weightless sensation of falling into an abyss with just one glance.

They were Dreammaker Clark’s wind chimes.

“Clark!” Lucy raised her head and shouted at the wind chimes, “Kill Kismet!”

Kismet’s movements paused, and without hesitation, he turned to flee toward the rear door.

However, the entire room suddenly stretched out, and no matter how Kismet ran, he couldn’t approach the door.

Kismet seemed to realize he couldn’t escape Clark this way, immediately came to an abrupt stop, and stomped his foot hard.

The bricks and stones on the ground instantly exploded one by one, the tremendous sound seemingly carrying new magical power, actually making the wind chimes overhead begin to sway stiffly.

From the corner of his eye, Saul also noticed that Lucy, who had originally wanted to secretly attack Kismet, suddenly clutched her head and collapsed to the ground.

However, Saul, aside from being unable to hear anything, didn’t feel any other attacks.

Saul immediately deployed a Soul Armor spell to filter out part of the magical power, making Lucy behind him feel somewhat better.

When Saul shifted his attention back to the front, he found that Kismet had somehow disappeared.

The wind chimes overhead had also returned to their disorderly swaying.

Only then did Saul restore his hearing through Minor Healing, then lowered his head to check on Lucy’s condition.

Uh… it was a terrible sight.

He took out a cloak from his storage device and draped it over Lucy’s body, which had barely any fabric left.

Lucy had huge wounds cut by sonic waves all over her body. Although she wasn’t bleeding thanks to magic, the exposed flesh looked quite horrifying.

Saul took out a potion and handed it to Lucy. She sat down against the wall, tightly gripping the cloak in front of her, but refused Saul’s potion.

“Thank you, but I can’t take medicine right now.”

Lucy’s snow-white shoulder on one side was still exposed, with a huge wound slowly healing. In just a few seconds, it completely closed, and even the cut was rapidly fading.

It didn’t seem like magic or self-healing ability, but rather like using some kind of tool.

Saul simply took back the potion and drank it himself.

He also had some minor wounds on his body, all caused by the aftermath of Kismet’s attacks.

Just as Saul was getting up, he suddenly felt a hand gripping his throat, lifting his entire body.

Saul felt like his neck was about to be snapped.

He immediately tried to counterattack but couldn’t grasp any attacking target.

His hands pressed on his neck but didn’t touch the arm that was strangling him.

Everything seemed like air, like his imagination.

Like a dream without logic!

“Ugh…” Saul tried to separate his soul from his body, but found that the arm restraining his throat was also gripping his soul body.

Making it impossible for him to leave his body.

Just as Saul widened his eyes and prepared to transform his hands into tentacles, Lucy beside him suddenly spoke.

“Clark, let go of Saul!”

All the wounds on Lucy’s body had completely healed, and she struggled to get up from the ground.

Although she looked disheveled and was wearing Saul’s cloak, she had now straightened her chest and raised her chin, regaining her reserved yet proud demeanor.

However, Clark only slightly loosened his grip without completely releasing Saul.

Saul grasped Clark’s wrist, trying to break free with magical power, but found that whenever he wanted to cast magic, a strange drowsiness would prevent him from mobilizing his mental power.

Lucy frowned, “Lord Clark, Saul just saved my life from Kismet’s hands. Whatever conflicts you had with him before, please put him down first and at least give him a chance to explain.”

Just then, a strong wind swept in, blowing the already messy furnishings in the room to the walls.

When the wind stopped, Pei’er was already standing in the center of the room.

Seeing Saul being restrained, she was about to step forward but then stopped.

“Clark, let go of Saul.”

Facing Pei’er, Clark showed an ambiguous smile, “Feeling sorry for your little lover?”

Saul’s mouth twitched.

Pei’er’s face stiffened, then she rolled her eyes as if impatiently.

“This kid has some ability. I’m keeping him because he’s useful.”

“You mean his ability to cleanse pollution?” Clark said with a smile, “That’s quite good, but I prefer to have this kind of special ability in my own hands.”

Clark suddenly pulled Saul closer, “For instance, I could directly devour his soul, and then I’d know what his ability is like.”

Hearing “devour his soul,” Pei’er’s eyes twitched, feeling he was making pointed remarks.

She lowered her head, deliberately adopting a submissive posture, “His ability is useful to me, and besides, you know his identity.”

Clark narrowed his eyes, “Of course I know—a self-overestimating little wizard who conspires with you on how to kill me.”

Lucy was stunned, and the pleading words in her mouth went unspoken.

Saul showed a panicked expression, mumbling some syllables as if trying to beg for mercy.

But Pei’er’s eyes flashed with fierce light, and she suddenly rushed forward, transforming into a whirlwind, no longer caring about Saul in Clark’s hands, directly trapping both of them.

…

After the whirlwind passed, Pei’er reappeared. She looked at Clark and Saul’s corpses on the ground, momentarily at a loss.

Lucy beside her retreated in terror, looking at Pei’er as if seeing an extremely terrifying monster.

Pei’er lowered her head again, but her gaze fell on Saul lying on the ground with unfocused eyes.

“What happened? Did I… did I kill them both?” She unconsciously clenched her fists, feeling empty inside, with no satisfaction of revenge.

“It’s a dream.” Ophelia’s voice suddenly rang in her mind.

Pei’er breathed a huge sigh of relief, but the next second she became tense again.

“I didn’t react at all. Has Clark already approached the fourth rank?”

“Heh.” Ophelia laughed disdainfully, “Even if he really devoured you, it would only increase his probability of entering the fourth rank.”

Pei’er tried to break free from the dream but found that even though her strength had almost completely recovered, she still couldn’t find any flaws in the dream.

“Ophelia, according to our agreement, you should act now!”

Pei’er didn’t need Ophelia to personally kill Clark, nor could the other party transmit such powerful force through her body.

She only needed Ophelia to help her escape the dream’s entanglement. As long as she wouldn’t be invaded by dreams and have her mental power disturbed, she was confident she could keep Clark in Old Days Manor forever.

However, Ophelia, who should have fulfilled the agreement, sudden fell silent.

Pei’er waited for a while.

Every second felt like a year.

“Ophelia?”

“Ophelia!!!”

Her face instantly became ferocious.

…

Saul looked at Pei’er, who suddenly stood motionless and silent, immediately realizing that Clark had made his move against her.

Pei’er had very likely already been pulled into a dream.

Saul immediately became “panicked,” trying to divert Clark’s attention.

As long as Ophelia acted, Pei’er could quickly break free from the dream. If Clark relaxed his guard at this moment, it would be the best opportunity for a sneak attack!

(End of Chapter)