Lis frowned as he looked at the "Lonely for Drunkenness" before him.
This was a situation he had not anticipated.
He had considered the possibility that there were no player dream spaces in the Dream World.
After all, the players all came from another world, and their "sleep" was essentially logging off; it was possible for them not to have dream spaces.
But what Lis hadn't expected was that he couldn't find a corresponding anchoring point for the soul of the player in front of him in the Dream World!
According to the "Sphinx Dream Building Skill," all living beings' souls should have a corresponding projection coordinate in the Dream World, which is where their dream space would be located.
As long as a creature has a soul, it must have an anchoring point.
When they enter into slumber, their dream space would appear at the corresponding location in the Dream World.
After breaking through to the Golden Rank, Lis was already able to observe these anchoring points in the Dream World, and he had tested this out before.
However, this time he did not find the anchoring point for "Lonely for Drunkenness," not a single trace of it.
In other words, there was no projection of their souls in the Dream World.
This was somewhat unexpected for Lis.
What exactly was the reason?
Was it because of the special nature of the players' souls, or was it because they... lacked souls?
Yet within them, Lis could sense the presence of their souls.
As far as Lis knew, spells related to souls should also normally take effect on players.
After trying for a while, Lis gave up.
The players' current status seemed to him like a fully functional computer.
It operated just like any other computer, and there appeared to be nothing abnormal on the surface.
But Lis knew that this was not like a normal computer; there must be something wrong inside.
Who knows if the insides consisted of normal circuits and chips, or if a mass of twisted, insane tentacles would jump out?
It was just that with his current abilities, Lis was not yet able to open the casing of this computer.
Out of helplessness, Lis could only temporarily abandon the idea of exploring the players and swiftly left.
He still had many things to do, such as preparing a little surprise for the players to send to the Boditch Kingdom.
In the depths of Boditch Royal Palace, within a hidden Magic Workshop buried underground.
This place was not at all like a normal Magic Workshop, cluttered with various high-end experimental apparatuses; instead, there were neatly arranged dark brown wooden bookshelves filled with all sorts of books, with the faint scent of incense permeating the air, making it look more like a private study of an old scholar.
Upon closer inspection, one could see faint Magic Light flickering over each book, undoubtedly signifying that these were Magic Books imbued with magic power.
In the center of the workshop stood a spacious wooden desk, cluttered with stacks of drafts covered in handwriting, and ink-soaked quill pens haphazardly pressed down on the papers.
"Master Wendell, everyone in the Mage Group is feeling somewhat uneasy," a middle-aged man dressed in a golden Mage Robe said, standing in the middle of the workshop and speaking respectfully to the elder who was sitting at the desk.
A faint, aged voice sounded, but the middle-aged man waited a long time without receiving any further response.
The secretive location once again seemed to fall into silence.
After biting his lip, the middle-aged man, Pedy, seemed to make up his mind and said:
"Master, the Boditch Kingdom is beyond saving now; Master Hade and the others have already started preparing in secret. You wouldn't..."
The gentle voice rose again, calm words with no trace of any other emotions.
Pedy immediately stopped speaking, standing respectfully in front of the old man with his head bowed, a habit he had cultivated since childhood.
Of course, he didn't mind; in his heart, Wendell was his most beloved teacher, revered as much as a father.
A simple, unadorned gray cotton robe draped over the elder's thin and frail frame, but no one in Luminous Stone City dared underestimate this Great Mage renowned for a long time.
As the leader of the Boditch Royal Mage Group, Wendell had been in this position for a long time.
Most mages in the Royal Mage Group had been taught by Wendell; his wide knowledge, kindness, care for his subordinates, and his noble conduct, despite coming from a Boditch Kingdom Nobles' family, won him respect without stooping to the level of those degenerate types.
However, this was only among the mages; to the Bodici Nobles, Wendell was rather irksome.
If everyone were equally mediocre, it wouldn't matter, but Wendell stood out like a lotus blooming out of the mud, highlighting their incompetence and foolishness.
But no one would admit to this.
Also, due to Wendell's high status and great strength, even King Bodich, though dim-witted, held him in high regard, and no one dared to be disrespectful in his presence.
"I understand all that you have said..."
Wendell slowly stood up from his chair and looked at Pedy kindly, saying:
"Or rather, all this has happened with my tacit approval."
Pedy was somewhat taken aback; in his view, Master Wendell, who had always been loyal to the Boditch Kingdom and the Royal Family over the long years, should not agree with the occurrence of such a situation.
As Wendell's disciple, Pedy was indifferent to the Boditch Royal Family; he knew the stupidity and ineptitude of the Kingdom Nobles. He believed that the Boditch Kingdom was beyond saving and that the efforts outside Luminous Stone City were just a futile struggle before death.