I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 128 The End is Coming
"I didn't expect you guys to reach an agreement."

Hetty looked at Helen, who looked tired, and said with a slightly surprised tone.

Helen told her the results of the discussion, and because Jonas finally gave up persuasion, the painter's proposal was passed.

Now, Helen is here to take Wyatt's body and transport it to the deep area.

Hetty glanced at the door behind her, feeling mixed emotions.

To be honest, her heart is very complicated.

She didn't want Wyatt to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up, but she also didn't want Helen and the others to try to enter the dream world.

The reason was not that Hetty was worried about Ned. In fact, Hetty and Ned had only met a few times. Because the other party was shy, apart from introducing themselves, they had no more communication.

She didn't care whether Ned lived or died, something in Wyatt was wrong in her.

It was unclear whether that thing was supernatural or evil, and this was Hetty's first opportunity to study Wyatt's body.

She thought it was beautiful, but also very dangerous.

This is also the reason why Hetty doesn't want Helen and others to try to enter Gustav's dream.

If the status quo is maintained, Wyatt can remain safe and sound and spend the rest of his life sleeping peacefully, after all, the balance in his body is quite stable.

But if you try to wake him up and fail, the consequences will be disastrous.

Not only Helen and Ned, who are on the front line, but also Wyatt himself will be torn to pieces by that out-of-control thing.

If Hetty was just worried about Wyatt's safety, she wouldn't have to worry so much. The main reason was that she heard about Jonas's suicide attempt.

He performed divination on Ned, aiming at a personage far superior to himself.

It's like an ordinary person using his body to stop a runaway carriage.

It's no different than seeking death.

The end result is that he doesn't see any future with Ned, but Wyatt's mark protects him.

This means that even though Wyatt fell into a deep sleep, he still guarded his fallen ones.

"I never thought that Jonas would do such a thing."

"It's hard to say whether he wanted to make Ned safer or to test whether the director was still protecting everyone, but the result was good." Helen smiled and suddenly asked Hetty a question, "Before I left the deep area yesterday, I asked Jonas a question. Guess what I asked."

"It may be related to the director."

"how do you know."

"You've been keeping a straight face all this time. The fact that he made you laugh might have something to do with him."

"I asked Jonas, 'Whether it's revealing Ned's future danger or testing whether the director is still protecting everyone, it's tantamount to suicide. Haven't you given up on dying a long time ago?'" Helen said Jonas' answer, "He said, 'Just like Ned was led astray by him, I was also driven crazy by him.'"

"He really has a special style. Even an old man half buried in the ground can be stained with his color."

Hetty pushed open the door of the ward and made way.

As Wyatt's attending physician, this meant that Hetty agreed with Helen's proposal.

If Wyatt is still protecting everyone, then it means that everything is under his control, just like the Battle of Winterhold.

Even though everyone suspected that he had died in battle, he was still able to prevent the severely polluted Dorothy from degenerating into a creature.

As long as he is still protecting his fallen, it means that he has not failed.

In that case, if I continue to control him too much, he might end up hating me.

Hetty thought so as she watched the knights put Wyatt on the stretcher and carried him to the deep area step by step.

Hetty's smile faded, and she had other things to worry about.

The middle area is the only way to the deep area. I wonder if some restless mice will take any action after seeing Wyatt unconscious.

Helen has already given instructions that all four institutes will be on alert, and Hetty naturally has things she needs to do.

Helen led the knights to the entrance of the deep zone, and the knights could only go here. "Adjutant Helen, can we just send them here?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Helen took the armrest of the gurney. "Remember to do your job well, understand."

"Yes! Everything is in accordance with the adjutant's orders!"

Helen nodded, then turned around and pushed Wyatt into the deep area alone.

In the painter's room, Ned was already prepared, but when she saw Wyatt being pushed in, her heart still skipped a beat.

She hadn't seen Wyatt since she heard that he had fallen into a deep sleep, so seeing him now seemed very fresh.

Maybe it was because she had never seen Wyatt quiet.

White words floated in the air, and the painter told the two that she was ready.

Ned's eyes turned firm, and she climbed onto the makeshift bed, lying just to Wyatt's left.

The painter sits between the two, holding someone's hand, and she is building a bridge to Gustav's dream.

Helen felt a little uneasy, but at this point, she had no choice but to trust them.

Helen had more important things to do, so she left the room and went out into the corridor.

It was extremely quiet here. The other Scourge-level Fallen didn't care about what was happening at the moment. Jonas also told them that the mark was still effective.

They were people who knew what was going on, and Helen wasn't worried that they might cause problems.

Now she can focus on all emergencies.

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Morton, who was imprisoned in the solitary confinement cell, was swinging the chains that bound his hands and feet out of boredom. He was trying to figure out how to use the chains to play a beautiful piece of music, but unfortunately the tinkling and clanging sounds were really not aesthetically pleasing.

He was extremely bored, but far from being sleepy. After all, he had just woken up from a ten-hour sleep.

But he felt his eyelids heavy and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

In the hazy moments before falling asleep, Morton's knowledge as a dream scholar told him that he was being pulled into a dream.

After falling asleep, Morton found himself in the familiar Prince laboratory.

"This isn't Gustav's dream, where is this?"

“This is Prince’s dream.”

"Prince!" Morton gnashed his teeth and called out to Prince. He wished he could chew his name into pieces. "How dare you show up? All this is because of you! Where is the truth you promised? You have been lying to me!"

"I'll give you another chance now."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"You have no choice." Prince's voice turned teasing, "Molton, do you know why I chose you as my assistant?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I knew the first time I saw you that you were a hypocritical coward. You said you didn't want to hurt innocent people, but as long as you could see the truth, you would be more ruthless than anyone else. You always said you were righteous and moral, but you begged for mercy as soon as you were shot."

"That's all you..."

"Okay Morton, thank you for your weakness. They don't value you now. There will be no better opportunity than this."

The dream was unravelling, and Morton was panicking.

"You...what did you do?"

"Molton, help me add fuel to the ensuing farce."

Morton, who was sleeping peacefully in the confinement cell, suddenly began to twitch.

(End of this chapter)