Despite all precautions, in the end, it couldn't be avoided, and they still got tricked... However, it wasn't a total loss, at least her dream was preserved intact.

Seeing the old yellow cattle in the dream having struggled for a while without managing to roll a cigarette, staring at its hooves in frustration, Leon leaned forward, stepped into the dream, and after watching for a while from behind, couldn't help but offer some advice:

"Rolling it directly like that won't work. You need to wait until the tobacco leaves are completely dry, then cut them finely along the grain to roll properly. Also, don't choose the overly dry ones, as they tend to crumble easily. The best choice is the kind that can break apart after being formed into a ball."

Oh, that's how it is!

Upon hearing the advice from behind, the old yellow cattle was suddenly enlightened. It originally thought rolling a paper tube wasn't difficult, never realizing there were such tricks involved. No wonder no matter how it tried, it just couldn't…

Who the hell are you?!

Seeing Leon suddenly appear behind it, the old yellow cattle snapped back to reality, shocked enough that its hooves slipped, crashing into the table Leon was assembling by hand, glaring at him with wide bovine eyes and mooing loudly.

You're not someone from the Sacred Place! Who are you?!

"I'm Leon."

"???"

Leon? You're Leon???

"Yes."

Since Fredri had already left the dream, Leon didn't rely on Butterfly Dream to enter this time but used the abilities of "One Thousand and One Nights" to dream-hop directly.

Therefore, whether in appearance, physique, or demeanor, Leon now was quite different from before, significantly different from the "peeping tom who watched Fredri bathe" remembered by the old yellow cattle.

However, despite the considerable changes in looks and demeanor, a person remains a person. After a moment of careful scrutiny, the old yellow cattle mooed twice, still doubtful.

You… you say you're Leon, do you have any proof?

"Proof… wait a moment."

After pondering slightly, Leon rummaged around his dream-home, and soon pulled out a braided hemp rope from a thumb-thick crack on the side of the wardrobe, then smilingly asked:

"Consider this as proof?"

Ah! So that's where it was hidden!

Seeing the cigarette box hanging from the hemp rope, the old yellow cattle's eyes couldn't help but reveal a distinct surprise, then suspiciously scrutinized Leon, mooing repeatedly.

Where did you go these two months? Why have you changed so much? Looks like you've become someone else?

Because I literally became "someone else."

Facing the old yellow cattle's inquiry, Leon chuckled without answering, instead asking:

"What about Fredri? When did she leave?"

"Moo... Moo moo? (Just left... by the way, how did you know she left?)"

"I guessed."

Opening the cigarette box, selecting a well-looking one, Leon rubbed one end and ignited it, then handed it towards the old yellow cattle.

"Let's talk while we walk... During my disappearance these past two and a half months, where did Fredri go? Can you take me to see?"

"Moo~~~ (Alright~~~)"

Using its tongue to stick the cigarette to its mouth, as the nicotine crave was eased, the old yellow cattle nodded in a blissful intoxication, then hummed softly, guiding Leon towards the mountain.

"Moo moo moo?"

"Why I suddenly left… consider it as accepting an invitation to dine outside?"

"Moo moo?"

"Whether it was delicious... the exact taste is hard to describe, it could be said to be dreamily delicious?"

"Moo!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"What did I bring you? Don't you just eat grass?"

Engaged in casual banter, Leon followed the old yellow cattle up the sacred mountain peak, bypassing the pterodactyl colony residing atop, and stopping by a cliff's edge under the old yellow cattle's guidance.

"Moo moo, moo moo moo (This is as far as we go, beyond here only the Holy Maiden can pass)"

After bringing Leon to the cliffside, the old yellow cattle mooed towards the sheer cliff face, indicating this place held no further path for them, the sacred place's true deepest part accessible only by each generation's Holy Maiden.

Only the Holy Maiden can go?

Surveying the cloudy cliff ahead, Leon pondered for a moment, then his form subtly faded, becoming Fredri's likeness in the almost glare-popping eyes of the old yellow cattle.

"Moo moo moo moo?!!!"

"What's perverted about it? This is… mimicry! You understand mimicry, right?"

After shooting a glare at the babbling old yellow cattle, the temporarily created "Fredri" dreamscape, Leon diligently gathered his spirits, perfected the "skin suit" persona, and tried taking a step beyond the cliff in Fredri's form.

In this "replicated" dreamscape Sacred Place drawn from Fredri's memories, it seemingly wasn't equipped to authenticate true identities, the mist outside the cliff only hesitated momentarily, then solidified into jade-like steps beneath "Fredri," extending forward into the depths.

That's insane!!!

Watching Leon, transformed into Fredri's likeness and stepping onto misty stairs leading into the Sacred Place's depths, the old yellow cattle had a mind to rush forward to hold him back, yet dared not follow onto the misty steps, only nervously circled at the cliff's edge.

And when Leon's figure vanished into the mist, feeling as if trouble had been stirred, the old yellow cattle forcefully stamped its hooves, then turned towards the mountain's village, mooing urgently all the way back.

Probably going to get help... but never mind, it's merely a recreated dreamscape from memories.