Kapitel 116: Prophecies

"Oh. That. I was wondering the same thing," Serenica said, trying to get her voice to sound carefree.

"And I am Guyl the Slack." The Dreamer pushed himself into the dream version of the chair Serenica was currently sleeping in. "There is simply no way you have enough knowledge of maps to construct something this brilliant. Wait. I know this one!"

Eyes blazing, he looked at her, and it was difficult to say if he was enraged or merely excited. "This is the map to the treasure my grandfather buried. It was stolen from us by a spy. How did you come across such an item?"

"I'm afraid that is a confidential piece of information," Serenica managed to say. "You don't give away much, either."

"And why should I? I have the upper hand," he said, and there was something about the way the words slipped from his mouth that made Serenica want to force him to shut up with a big kiss on his lips.