Chapter 563

Four hundred and thirteen questions about dreams.

‘But this time, if she goes on a trip, I gave her more money, so she should be able to live more comfortably.’

Gregor thought to himself like this. In fact, with his current income, he was already part of the wealthy class in Prit. Although he could give Dorothy a lot of money, allowing her to live a life like that of a rich girl in Igewent, as a parent, to cultivate Dorothy’s habit of being frugal and not spending money recklessly, Gregor gives her a modest living allowance.

In front of Dorothy, Gregor often says that although he has some money, it’s not too much, and he works very hard for it. He tries to build an image of himself that his life isn’t too affluent, so that Dorothy won’t become arrogant or lose her spirit of hard work due to suddenly having a better family situation, which might affect her studies.

Gregor plans to tell Dorothy about his wealth only after she at least finishes middle school. He thinks that when that time comes, his sister’s expression will surely be quite interesting.

While thinking about such things, Gregor walked to the row house he rented. After opening the door and entering the room, he intended to change clothes, but at that moment, he felt a subtle disturbance on his body.

“This… Is the detective reminding me?”

Gregor muttered with a slight frown, then he abandoned his plan to change clothes and immediately went to his bedroom. After sitting down at his desk, he took out a small notebook from the drawer.

This was something Gregor received at home not long after the duke’s assassination case. According to the letter attached, this was a means of communication used by the detective and others in their organization, similar to how the eight-pointed human-faced spider and the amniotic sac communicate through the deity to convey prayers. This method of communication was only used during critical times.

Just now, Gregor had received a reminder from the mark on his body. According to what was said in the letter, there should now be specific writing addressed to him.

Gregor flipped open his notebook and, after turning a few pages, found a series of unfamiliar handwriting on the page.

After carefully observing the words on the page, Gregor slightly furrowed his brows.

“Hmm… Is the detective asking me to inquire about something from that little fox ancestor?”

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Time passed quickly, and soon the sky was completely dark. Night officially descended upon Tivyán. After Gregor ate out and returned home, he took out a phonograph, playing soothing music while writing the investigation report he needed to submit the next day. After finishing, he yawned widely, put the report back into his briefcase, then turned around to take a bath in the bathroom. After putting on his pajamas, he checked the time on the wall, turned off the light, and lay down under the covers.

After completing the lucid dreaming technique, Gregor quickly fell asleep. In the dream space, maintaining his consciousness, he recited the shapeshifting spell, immediately transforming into a massive black hunting dog and letting out a roar.

Amidst the roar of the black dog Gregor, a surreal door opened in the dream space.

Without hesitation, the transformed black dog immediately entered the door. After passing through the door, he left his own dream and arrived in the dream forest, standing on his dream cocoon. Gregor looked at the endless towering trees before him.

“Hey~ Black Dog, you’re pretty punctual today. Looks like you’ve finished your overtime.”

At this moment, a familiar clear voice came from below Gregor. Listening to the voice, Gregor looked down and saw the familiar white little fox wagging its tail in front of a dream realm portal.

“Yeah… Miss Fox, I finally finished my overtime recently and can finally have a normal sleeping schedule.”

As he responded to the little fox below, Gregor jumped onto the grassland in the forest by leaping from the branches of the giant tree. The little fox nodded after looking at Gregor.

“Mm… It’s fine, it’s fine. Being able to return to normal sleep is good. You haven’t been to the dream realm for several weeks, I thought you might have died on a mission. When I asked Lord Dragon, he said you were actually working overtime.”

“Heh… If I had worked another week or so, I probably would have really died…”

The black dog Gregor complained. At this moment, the little fox was preparing to turn and enter the portal behind her.

“Come on, we discovered a good hunting spot today, not far from the Dragon’s territory, quite safe. With luck, we might catch something big!”

The little fox was about to enter the dream anchor portal, but Gregor immediately spoke up.

“Please wait a moment, Miss Fox. I have something I want to ask you.”

“Something you want to ask me? What is it?”

Listening to Gregor’s words, the little fox turned around in surprise and said. Gregor continued speaking while squatting on the grass.

“It’s about some questions related to dreams. I want to ask Miss Fox, do you know about ‘Panmoth’?”

Gregor said to the little fox, who immediately froze in place. After a while, she spoke again, but her expression had become somewhat intense.

“Moth… You, where did you hear about ‘Moth’? How did you learn about that false dream deity? Did you encounter those traitors in reality?”

The little fox said excitedly to Gregor, and watching the little fox’s actions, Gregor first paused, then continued to speak to the little fox.

“False dream deity? Traitors? Miss Fox… What exactly is going on here? What is this Panmoth? Who are these traitors you mentioned? Do you have any connection with them?”

Listening to Gregor’s questioning, the little fox paused slightly. She realized she had said too much all at once. After remembering her grandfather’s instructions, she immediately stopped talking and refused to reveal more information, instead asking cautiously.

“You tell me how you learned about the moth first, then I’ll consider whether I can tell you more.”

Listening to the little fox’s question, Gregor didn’t hide anything and directly explained to the little fox.

“It’s like this. This question was asked by a colleague of the detective who helped me last time. He seems to be encountering some situations during his business trip, so he wants to ask you.”

Gregor said to the little fox, who felt suspicious after hearing this.

‘Me? That detective is supposed to be part of the same secret society as Lord Dragon. Why doesn’t he ask Lord Dragon instead of me? Is he thinking this issue isn’t too important and doesn’t need to involve higher-ups in the organization? Or is he trying to test me?’

The little fox pondered for a long time in place. Finally, after reaching a conclusion, she spoke to Gregor.

“So… Tell me about the situation the detective is facing. Let me see if I can answer you anything.”

The little fox said, and Gregor didn’t hold back. He directly told the little fox about the unusual phenomena in a small town called Castia, as written by the detective. Upon hearing this, the little fox blurted out:

“Hypersomnia? Moth worship? The dreams of the residents of this small town are likely captured by the Black Dream Hunter Group and the ‘pseudo-cocoon’ of Panmoth, used to transform that ‘cocoon.’