This friend, I am Russell Gustave, what is your name?" Russell asked Truman in a low voice.
And the moment Russell looked at Truman, all eyes would slide past this place, and no one would pay attention.
"You can call me Mr. Dream, I come from Dream Castle." Truman replied.
Russell's heart skipped a beat and he blinked. There was no expression on his face, he just nodded lightly.
"My dear, this organization is really awesome. Even people from that place can become members."
However, when he looked at the imperial military general, he seemed to be unable to understand.
The Duke of Dreams' status was extremely high, but there were other people in the castle.
"I also know that you are the most popular upstart in the imperial capital." Truman smiled.
The favored ones of the "God of Craftsmen" can be said to have put Russell on the fire, but Roselle is still up to par, and has not yet lost the prestige of being favored by the gods.
"Not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!" Russell grinned.
The two of them were chatting through a small window on the side, and the exchange of interests under the card table over there had come to an end.
"Okay, we can start free discussion."
In a gathering of dozens of people, there is an order for free discussion.
"I heard that the 'Church of the God of Craftsmen' recently gained a favored one? This is a rare thing."
As soon as this statement came out, many people looked at Russell.
Naturally, Russell didn't suffer from stage fright. He straightened his chest and simply admitted, "Yes, it's me!"
"Beloved by God?" Someone chuckled, questioningly.
"Of course, I didn't do anything earth-shattering."
"It's just an improved steam engine and a new type of sailboat. All you need is hands." Russell raised his eyebrows, stretched out his palm coquettishly, and gently turned and pressed it, and everything happened in the palm of his hand.
Someone actually took a look at his hand at the scene.
"There will probably be steam locomotives and steam sailing ships in the future. Don't be offended."
Russell's arrogant and frivolous expression really... deserves a beating. He was full of sarcasm and had no regard for the identities of the big guys here.
"What is a steam locomotive?" Truman handed him an assist at the right time.
"Using steam engines as power to pull hundreds or thousands of tons of cargo trains can probably greatly speed up the delivery of materials."
"It's not slow either. It's much more powerful than most low-sequence extraordinary beings. It seems to be useful for pulling people, and it can pull hundreds or even thousands of people."
The first to change their minds were the military and political personnel of the empire and other major kingdoms. They were keenly aware of the applications of such motorcycles in certain aspects.
Most of the world still belongs to ordinary people.
"In that case, the whole world would be turned upside down."
The rest of the people are not idiots, so they naturally thought of this.
"As expected of the 'Son of Steam.'" Someone sighed, acknowledging that Russell was sitting with them.
The "Son of Steam" was what many ordinary people in the imperial capital called him after Russell improved the steam engine.
Afterwards, many people turned their attention to Truman next to them.
"The latest version of Fantasy Gold Coins will be released this week, which is very commemorative. Are any of you interested? Give me your address and I will send it to you."
Truman chuckled and looked at everyone.
Fantasy gold coins come from Fantasy Castle.
These people all shrank their pupils and looked away. Russell was his own "talent", but this one was a tough one behind the scenes.
"Ahem, can you give me a set?" Russell coughed twice and asked Truman for it.
"Of course." Truman nodded lightly.
"The sea has not been very peaceful recently, and pirates seem to be a little too rampant. It is conceivable that if the improved sailboats are spread out, pirates will become a big problem."
Someone stirred up a new topic.
Russell relied on his "talent" and amazing insight into certain things to perform well in this meeting, which was somewhat eye-catching, but Truman was always peeking at the screen.
"The meeting is over!"
The old man who initially hosted the meeting announced the end of the party, and many participants left the dreamland immediately.
"Let's go, see you offline!" Russell waved goodbye to Truman. The distance between the two of them in the real world is not too far, so it should be easy to get laid offline.
"By the way, I have a banquet recently. The main purpose is to test some artillery that I designed and supervised. Are you interested?"
Russell asked. He was very concerned about Truman and wanted to take the initiative to manage the relationship between the two.
"Okay." Truman suddenly thought of something and nodded in agreement.
The impact of things like New Era Artillery is so great that low-sequence and even some mid-sequence Beyonders cannot resist it. Once it reaches a large scale, it becomes even more terrifying.
In the past thousand years, the Dream Sect has never touched these tools of war, and now it was still brought out by Russell.
This will greatly change Russell's situation, and even certain things will have to be put on the table.
Russell also left and exited this dreamland, but Truman kept sitting in his seat, waiting for someone to arrive.
I don't know when, a priest wearing a simple divine robe suddenly appeared on the main seat.
The priest's pale golden eyes looked at Truman, who took the initiative to say, "Long time no see."
"Yes." Adam showed no emotion and looked at Truman calmly.
"Do you want 0-08?" Truman asked directly.
The church's sealed object system has long been established, and the Alsuhod pen that Truman left in the Church of the Night still received the number "0-08".
"What do you want?" Adam was not surprised and just looked at Truman and asked.
0-08 is now controlled by the Church of the Night, but to leave the Church of the Night, not only the consent of the Goddess of the Night is required, but also the acquiescence of Truman.
"I want the entire collective subconscious ocean." Truman didn't shy away from it and directly stated his conditions.
Adam's eyes suddenly bloomed with a look, and he could no longer remain calm, "It's not mine."
The ocean of collective subconsciousness is composed of the subconsciousness of all living things. It is an existence hidden under the world.
"But you can also control this ocean after becoming a 'visionary'."
"What I need is your promise that you will never be able to control the collective subconscious ocean through any means again."
This is equivalent to asking Adam to permanently give up a certain part of his "utopian" authority.
Truman explained, and then he added, "Of course, the 'audience' channel still has the right to enter and exit here, but the right of ownership is in my hands."
"..." Adam looked at Truman silently and didn't speak for a long time.
The two looked at each other, refusing to give in to each other.
"Not enough." After a weighing process that no one knew, Adam finally compromised. He was inherently in a weak position.
"Then what else do you want?" Truman smiled, there was hope if we could talk.