Chapter 5 Chapter Four

The figure fades away.I rubbed my eyes and saw Morpheus standing in front of me. "Did you have a good dream, Miss Audrey?" he asked me as usual. "When did that happen just now?" I ignored him and asked my own question. "At the end of 1447." Murphys replied immediately, "In Adrianople, which was the capital of the Ottoman Empire in Turkey at that time." I think about this time and place. "What happened next?" I asked. "He returned to Wallachia with the Turkish army and sat on the throne for the first time as a prince. Only temporarily."

I took a deep breath.I remember reading about this history in a book. "I'm not asking you that." I said to him, "I'm asking about... dragons." Murphy looked at me silently.Then he disappeared again. I saw D again. He's a little bit older than when I first saw him, a little bit.Still not over twenty.His cheeks were slightly fuller, his hair was longer and messier, and his shoulders had broadened.Like the Eastern European nobles at that time, he wore a felt hat inlaid with pearls, and a brocade cloak with a fur collar and large buttons, without any oriental or Turkish decorations on it.

He has left Turkey, but he is not lucky.In Wallachia the Hungarians deposed him from the throne, and he is now a fugitive in Moldavia.It used to be his mother's hometown. But the scenery around me was not Moldavia. I haven't been to many places.My knowledge of geography is extremely limited.But I know very well that it is not Moldavia, or Wallachia, or Hungary, or any land in Eastern Europe. Because I happened to be here.Even if I don't remember the scenery here, I will not forget the looming light here. Not so long ago, I jumped from a window of a Venice hotel into a misty place, and then crossed the "bridge" to arrive here.

Happy wilderness.The kingdom of goblins and dwarves in the magic space. Why is D here? I got closer.I reached out to touch his hand holding the sword, and gently stroked his protruding joints and hard calluses.The veins on the back of his hand protruded, and I could feel his blood flowing through his veins, and every pore in his body was breathing.This feeling is very strange. But he doesn't feel me.He just gripped the sword tighter. This is his dream, his memory.I can see what he sees and hear what he thinks.But he can't see me, and he can't feel my touch.No, actually he didn't know me at all.I don't know yet.

Because we haven't met yet. I looked up and looked into his eyes.Those gray eyes, which are familiar yet unfamiliar, pass through me and look into the distance at this moment, full of confusion and doubt—for his family, for the mission on his shoulders, for his current situation, for what is happening around him everything of. He is the same age as me.He shouldn't have had to suffer this.He should be as carefree as my classmates Nick, William, and Alex, whose only worries are the grades of their thesis, or the rising rent in student dormitories.We go dancing at "slime" on the weekends and go crazy for all kinds of holiday themed parties.

But he's not one of us.His time is almost six hundred years away from ours. He was a prince and, like all young noblemen of the Renaissance, received the best education of his time, studying logic, etiquette, literature, art, astronomy, geography, and Various languages ​​- Latin, Greek, French, Italian and Hungarian.During his house arrest in Turkey, he was even forced to learn Turkish and Persian.He learned riding and archery, fighting, fencing and the art of war.His family was ruined, and he was burdened with blood feud and an almost impossible mission. He inherited his father and brother's behest, not only to regain his own throne and land, but also to kill demons under the cross of Christ.

I noticed that his shoulders were shaking.It was as if the long sword in his hand weighed more than a thousand catties, and he was about to be unable to hold it.He gripped the hilt of the sword firmly again. This is his first time entering the magic space.For the first time, a person faces a completely unknown world. He is afraid.I can deeply feel the fear deep in his heart.And I thought it had nothing to do with him at all. Because he has not yet grown into the god of war that makes the enemy fearful, the majestic Romanian prince, the national hero who defends the dignity of the territory against the Ottoman Empire.He's not even a vampire.

He was just a man at the moment, a child who was not yet a "man".A big boy who is helpless.The only thing he could do was to hold on to his weapon.He doesn't even know where his enemies are. In other words, he doesn't know "what" his enemy is at all. "Hey, you've been standing here for a long time." A voice suddenly broke the silence.I was taken aback. D was obviously taken aback too, barely holding his sword. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" the voice continued. I followed the voice and lowered my head, only to see that the speaker was a bearded goblin less than two feet tall.

D stared at him for a moment, then answered hoarsely, "My name is Vlad..." "Is he also from the Knights?" The little elf interrupted him impatiently. "You know them?" D asked impatiently. "I've seen a few of them," said the goblin. "I'm here to find them," said D eagerly. "I'd appreciate it if you could tell me where they went." "What happened?" asked the goblin.But he didn't seem to be able to wait for the answer, and as soon as he finished speaking, he hopped away irritably. I really want to remind D not to trust the other party, but he has put away his sword.He followed closely behind the goblin.

Ahead is an endless forest. "I and two other people were sent to investigate..." D hesitated, and then said, "Some trace of a demon sneaked here, and then I..." "Lost?" The little goblin stopped, raised her head and looked at him with a half-smile. "They're gone," D muttered. "So are you going to find them now, or go back?" the goblin continued to ask. "Of course I want to find them." D replied immediately, "Karel is my friend. Although Barcelona is an annoying guy, we also came together. Do you know where they are?"

The goblin blew his mustache. "How big do you think it is?" he asked. D squinted his eyes in the dim light and looked around. "I'm not sure," he replied. "Probably bigger than our world. That's what they say anyway." "If you can't find your companions in your own world..." The goblin rolled her eyes, "How can you find them here?" "So I need your help!" D's hoarse voice was full of anxiety.God knows how long he's been in this place. "How do you know that I will help you?" The goblin rolled her eyes again.He did not know where to conjure a fiery red pomegranate, held it in his hand and started to chew.The juice of the pomegranate splashed everywhere, and his white beard was stained red. "What do you want?" D asked patiently. "What do I want? A dragon knight is asking me what I want!" The little goblin yelled, and immediately threw away the half-eaten pomegranate, scratching the wrinkled little face with her hairy fingers .He seems to be stuck. D frowned at him. "Do you have something to eat?" The little goblin finally stopped after scratching his cheeks to bleed with his dirty long nails. "Only bread and water." D hesitated, then reached inside the cloak and took out a greased paper package. The goblin jumped up and snatched the package.But as soon as his dirty fingers touched the bread, the bread turned moldy and green.He took a bite and spit it out immediately: "Bah! It's so bad!" Then he threw away the spoiled bread and started gulping water from the water bag. "What other valuable things do you have?" He asked after drinking all the water. "Not anymore." D held back his anger and replied. "Show me your sword." "No." D immediately protected the hilt vigilantly, "This is the relic of my late father." The little goblin squinted and looked him up and down: "Then that ring is also fine." "The ring is also a relic." "Either a sword or a ring. You choose." The goblin clapped her hands and turned around in circles. "It's a pity that I can't give you both." D said. "It's a pity I'm leaving. Goodbye, Dragon Knight!" the goblin screamed and jumped up. "Wait a minute!" D yelled.He swallowed hard and made an extremely difficult choice. "I can give you this ring." He reluctantly stroked the delicate engraving of the dragon pattern on the ring with his fingers, and took a deep breath, "But after meeting my friend." The little goblin rolled her yellow eyes: "Deal!" "Then please lead the way now." D breathed a sigh of relief, his tense face finally relaxed. He never thought about what was waiting for him ahead.