"Let's go." Sheldon wiped the milk stains from the corners of Merlin's mouth with his fingertips, "He feels very satisfied."

"This store is already a hundred years old, and the people here are very nice." Martin said with a smile.

"Yeah...the smell of time is very intoxicating."

"Haha..." Martin rolled his eyes secretly, feeling that the person in front of him was really artificial.

"How to get there?" Sheldon turned to ask Martin, "We can't just call a carriage."

"Of course not," Martin smiled, "Follow me."

It was a dark, dripping alley, but very rarely, it didn't smell like other drain outlets. On the contrary, it had been cleaned very clean.

"'Door?'" Sheldon asked with interest, "There are obvious traces."

"The doors of the Dream Division are located across the country, and they ultimately lead to the local headquarters." Mark said.

"But was there something wrong when this door was installed? Do you always come out in unexpected places?" Sheldon saw the crux of the problem at a glance, "But it's true, it's not easy to solve.

"

"Well..." Martin scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Don't ask me, I'm just a little Dreamer Captain."

"Well, you can talk to your superiors in the future and find someone to solve this problem." Sheldon nodded seriously and motioned to Martin to open the "door".

Martin straightened his chest, smoothed his clothes with his hands, and gently tapped the damp brick wall in front of him three times with his index finger.

"In my name." He murmured softly, and a silver magic line appeared on his hand and flowed into the wall.

In fact, Sheldon can directly use violence to dismantle the "door" and use his unique magic backtracking skills to forcefully go to the Dream Division headquarters...

He looked at the brick wall in front of him as it opened from the center to the left and right little by little. From the gradually opening gap, he could see all kinds of people walking around inside.

The interior space is very spacious, but it is not too dark. It is slightly different from the environment when he worked in the Merlin Cult, but it is not too different.

"Welcome, Mr. Sheldon." A guide with his hat lowered respectfully handed over a piece of parchment.

"Thank you." Sheldon thought slightly and used magic power to send the parchment to him.

It read: Visitor, Sheldon Marquez.

Haha... My name has already been figured out.

Immediately, the parchment was rolled up into a ball and stuffed into Sheldon's breast pocket.

"Please be patient." The guide bowed slightly to Sheldon, turned his head, and said in a stiff tone to Martin, "Mr. Martin, you can leave now."

"Well..." Martin glanced away awkwardly.

It really doesn’t give any face...

"Haha, it's not unavoidable to let him stay." Sheldon said calmly, "After all, I feel a little more at ease when I have acquaintances here, right? What's the big deal if I live in a place I'm not familiar with?"

"..." The guide didn't say anything, but Martin on the side looked at him with grateful eyes.

Soon, a light figure floated from the depths of the Dream Division. Sheldon smelled very keenly that the other person was a three-magic pattern warlock like himself, but his own magic power was still stronger.

"Is it a lady?" Sheldon asked Martin softly.

"Her name is Peiman, and she is my immediate boss. She asked me to come here just to show you this place. After all, the Mengmeng Department is just a small organization..."

The Dream Department is indeed a small one in the agency. As for the other departments, the Cardinal Consul alone is at least a high-level member of the Three Magic Patterns. Peyman's strength alone is indeed not impressive enough.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." Sheldon's original intention was just to find a job. As long as he could take his child with him while working and protect him from harm, he could do anything.

"Huh..." Martin was sweating. He didn't expect this gentleman to be so casual about work.

It looks like he is rich, but why is he still looking for a job?

Why not hire a nanny to take care of the children? Why do you have to take care of them yourself?

Anyway, Martin is a poor man, and Sheldon looks like a rich man. In his eyes, he will never feel the world of the rich.

"As long as a person lives in this world, he has value." Sheldon said.

"That's right..."

Soon, a pretty middle-aged woman waved to the two of them with a standard professional smile.

"Well done, Martin." Peyman patted Martin on the shoulder and signaled him to leave with a wink, "Well, sir, please allow me to introduce myself. I am the Cardinal Consul of the Vatican, Peyman.

Yuri Wood.”

"Hello," Sheldon, who originally wanted to shake hands with Peyman, found that he still had Merlin in his hand, so he just said, "My name is Sheldon Marquez."

"High-level warlock of three magic patterns?"

"really."

Peiman's smile became even brighter, and he stepped forward to observe the child in his hands.

"Your son?"

"His name is Marin Marquez." Sheldon said, "Martin and I just had a cup of coffee together in the cafe he introduced, so he came a little late..."

"It's okay! It's okay! We were worried that you wouldn't want to come! In the midst of your busy schedule..."

"It's not like I was busy, I happened to be looking for a suitable job in the recruitment building. Unfortunately, I was squeezed out by the interviewers. I happened to see Martin coming to help me...

.If it weren’t for him, it would have taken a while.”

"Really?" Peiman listened patiently, and the stone in his heart finally fell.

Just a little bit... just a little bit closer! Such a good talent was snatched away! The man in front of me is even better than myself! Better than a cardinal consul in the dream department!

"Then, let me take you to visit."

"Well, by the way, Martin said there are jobs here, right?"

"Indeed...indeed..." I didn't expect that this man was really a talent and wanted to say everything he wanted to say.

However, it can also be seen from the side that his IQ is not low, but rather ridiculously high.

"Then there's a lot of time to visit, not less than one or two, and there will be plenty of time to visit later." Sheldon held the child and swayed, "So, are you willing to recruit me as an employee here?"

Anyway, he thought it would be better to deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to delay it, and his hands were already a little sore.

"We're not that fast yet—"

"Martin has already told me." Sheldon chuckled happily, "I just hope to find a place to stay and become an ordinary person that does not hinder the normal functioning of society."

"Um...Okay..." Peiman was completely led away now, "Then let's go to the conference room there to talk."

So, the two of them walked through the long and narrow corridor and took a look at the eyeballs hanging on the roof, and they suddenly felt interesting.

"I didn't expect that you could actually get such a big guy." Sheldon could sense that the nightmare inside could even match the second-level intensity.

The level is exactly the opposite of the human magic pattern. The higher the level, the more powerful it is.

"This is what our seniors and a large number of people spent a lot of time on."

"The casualties are estimated to be quite large. Don't release the contents, otherwise we will all suffer." Sheldon watched Merlin pointing at the huge eyeball and pondered.

"This has been banned for at least thirteen levels, and it is difficult for the things inside to escape," Peiman said.

"Indeed, but it is still recommended to remember to reinforce it regularly."

"Well...we send someone out every month to add some magic."

In fact, Sheldon is already familiar with nightmares. He has seen many of them.

"Speaking of which, who installed this 'door' spell here? It seems to be somewhat flawed."

"Ah...well..." Peiman covered his mouth in embarrassment and laughed, "No one wants to do such dirty work, so I called the most qualified person outside.

People are here to do it..."

"Then your people are not allowed to run to death every day. In that case, you might as well build a transportation circle."

Obviously, their budget is insufficient.

"..." Peiman's back became more and more curved for some unknown reason.

She just hopes that the man in front of her can walk to the conference room faster.

I always feel that he is the leader, rather than me being the leader.

However, with a talent like this, his superiors would not hesitate to replace him and make him the cardinal consul, and then let him be his assistant...

No, this is absolutely impossible!

The next moment, they were sitting at both ends of the wooden round table in the conference room.

Sheldon still held the baby in his hands.

"Then, I won't be polite, since you said so..." Peiman's tone was a little urgent.
Chapter completed!