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Across from 15 Minsk Street, Leyton's figure, carrying a birdcage, quickly appeared.
Crow Anu, looking as if it had returned to a safe zone, flapped its wings quickly and flew to its usual perch.
"He didn't even tell me the address. Is he sure I can find him, or is he sure I won't go looking for him?"
Leyton dropped the birdcage he was carrying, leaned back on the sofa, and muttered to himself, then looked at Crow Anu, who had recovered: "What did you see or feel before?"
"I don't know either. I suddenly felt like I was being watched by a terrifying gaze. I couldn't move, and I couldn't even muster the will to resist."
Recalling the previous sensation, Crow Anu couldn't help but shiver again.
Leyton nodded, not too surprised. The tobacco merchant who called himself Mr. Pulak Eggers should be a High Sequence Beyonder of the Death Pathway.
As for why he was interested in a crow, the other party had already made it very clear.
Recalling what Crow Anu said when it first advanced, that it saw a huge bird, Leyton guessed that the unusual bloodline in Anu referred to the Phoenix.
Thinking of this, Leyton turned his head again to look at the crow on the perch: "Do you still remember the huge bird you saw when you advanced before?"
"I remember. Black feathers, very, very large. No matter how I looked, I could only see feathers."
Crow Anu nodded, describing the scene it had seen before.
"If you see any related scenes in the future, remember to tell me, whether it's a scene from your advancement or a scene you see in your dreams when you sleep."
After reminding Crow Anu, Leyton returned to the bedroom on the second floor, preparing to sleep.
In the quiet of the deep night, Leyton felt himself vaguely seeing an endless long river. He was on a small wooden boat, holding a hurricane lamp, and in front of him, a boatman in a ragged, coarse black robe was poling the boat, ferrying.
Thick, grayish-white mist permeated every direction, making it impossible to discern direction, or even know where he was.
The boatman standing in front gave Leyton a very familiar feeling. With a constantly surging curiosity in his heart, Leyton moved the hurricane lamp in his hand closer, wanting to see the boatman's appearance clearly in the dim light.
The boatman poling the boat slowly turned his body as if sensing something. In the dim light of the hurricane lamp, Leyton saw a paper-man body covered in rust beneath the ragged, coarse black robe.
The next moment, the paper-man was torn apart from within, and one after another, eyes with a bluish-purple glow emerged from inside. All the pupils uniformly looked at Leyton, who was holding the hurricane lamp.
The scene shattered with a crash, and Leyton suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily.
The moment he saw the paper-man, an uncontrollable thought arose in his heart: that was himself. Leyton even felt that he should look like that.
"It's too bizarre. What exactly is going on?"
Leyton muttered to himself.
Several minutes passed, and after calming himself down, Leyton began to try to interpret his dream: "An endless long river, and a small boat with a boatman, does it point to the Ferryman of Sequence 3 of the Death Pathway?"
"I don't know why, but the grayish-white mist reminds me of the Celestial Worthy's seal on the Western Continent."
"The most bizarre part is the paper-man boatman. The eyes that emerged from his body fit the image of a Hermit, but why was it a paper-man, and why was it covered in rust?"
"Is this dream a premonition, or a revelation about my own state?"
Because the Sage characteristic on his body was continuously fusing with him, Leyton had no doubt that his dream was a kind of alternative revelation or premonition.
However, there wasn't much clue for the interpretation of the dream.
"Perhaps I can find someone skilled in dream interpretation."
Leyton murmured, then mentally listed the people he knew, but ultimately ruled them out one by one.
The Nightmare of the Sleepless Pathway is relatively good at dream interpretation, but he only knew Leonard, a Nightmare, and he should still be training at the Church of the Evernight Goddess headquarters, making it inconvenient to meet.
Disturbed by the bizarre dream, Leyton felt completely Sleepless. He simply got up from bed, pulled over a chair, and sat by the window.
The Crimson Moon revealed some of its figure from behind the thick clouds, and the crimson moonlight was hazy and dim.
Leyton gazed at the night outside the window, further analyzing the dream: "I recently encountered Mr. Pulak Eggers, a descendant of Death. His Sequence should not be low, perhaps he is a Ferryman of Sequence 3."
"So, is part of my dream pointing to him?"
"Ferryman usually also has the meaning of coordination or medium. What is it coordinating in the dream? And who is it a medium between?"
"Me and that paper-man boatman?"
"The grayish-white mist, perhaps not only corresponds to a certain external characteristic but also corresponds to my own state of confusion."
"Perhaps I can ask Yellow Light Venithan. He is a symbol in the field of astrology and should have some insights into such revelatory dreams."
Leyton always felt that his dream interpretation was somewhat incomplete and inaccurate. When pondering the characteristics of the dream and its corresponding symbols, he thought of Yellow Light Venithan.
This association might also be a kind of revelation given by spirituality, so Leyton immediately took action.
He found ritual candles, various essential oils, materials, and the corresponding gem, 'emerald,' in the room. After quickly setting up the ritual, Leyton gently rubbed his fingers on the candle twice, igniting the candle through the friction and vibration between his spiritualities.
A drop of essential oil was dripped into the candlelight, and the bedroom was instantly filled with the scent of licorice.
Leyton quickly stood back a step and began to chant: "The never-fading light of the Spirit World, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the Yellow Light of rationality and adaptability."
The candlelight flickered violently, and the temperature in the bedroom dropped slightly. Invisible ripples spread from the Omniscient Eye at the center of the ritual, even blocking out the crimson moonlight shining through the window.
The image of a thin old man in a lemon-yellow robe with a long white beard was outlined in the herbal powder stirred up by an invisible wind.
"Good evening, respected Mr. Venithan!"
Leyton greeted him skillfully.
"Good evening, Your Excellency, the Blessed of 'knowledge.' What do you wish to ask me this time?"
Yellow Light Venithan seemed to have anticipated it, directly asking what Leyton wanted to inquire about after greeting him.
Leyton was not surprised by this. Yellow Light Venithan is a symbol in the field of astrology, and prophecy is what he is best at.
He organized his words slightly, telling Yellow Light Venithan about his previous dream and some of his guesses and analyses of it, seeking his opinion.
Yellow Light Venithan pondered for a moment before speaking cautiously: "As you thought, your dream is somewhat related to the descendant of Death you met, who calls himself a tobacco merchant, but it is not the main reason. This should only be a trigger."
"A trigger?"
Leyton asked with great curiosity.
"Yes."
"Your actions of playing the Gravedigger with that crow caused you to be tainted with some aura from the domain of the undead. Then you met that descendant of Death, becoming tainted with some of his aura, and also the Phoenix bloodline on that crow."
"These conditions, when combined, produced a wonderful reaction, which was just captured by your own spirituality."
"This triggered certain characteristics within you, prophetic characteristics, forming this dream with peculiar phenomena."
Yellow Light Venithan explained in detail the reason for his dream.
Leyton nodded thoughtfully. The 'certain characteristics' on his body should refer to the Sequence 2 Sage characteristic.
He then raised his confusion about the Ferryman: "Does the appearance of the Ferryman scene and image in my dream mean that Mr. Pulak Eggers is a Ferryman of Sequence 3 of the Death Pathway?"
"Yes."
"This scene should also have another layer of meaning. The grayish-white mist surrounding everything is like an obstruction, and the Ferryman symbolizes a medium. At the end shrouded by the gray mist, there are things closely related to you."
"Besides symbolizing the Ferryman, that boatman also has this implication. The eyes represent peeping, and the paper-man represents a substitute..."
"This dream might have more meanings, but you need to interpret them yourself."
"This is my premonition about it!"
The 'premonition' Yellow Light Venithan mentioned at the end, Leyton was more inclined to believe it was a prophecy about the matter.
After pondering and digesting Yellow Light Venithan's words, Leyton politely thanked him and then ended the communication.
After cleaning up the remnants of the ritual, Leyton lay back down on the bed, and while there was still some time before dawn, he entered sleep again.
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