As Marcus stood before the temple, he found himself thinking about Dreamland Temple. Not because he had known anything about it before.
In fact, until recently, his knowledge of the Dreamland Continent had been embarrassingly limited. Ever since he had asked Alana about Stone Milk Nectar and Earth's Divine Water, she had apparently decided his education needed immediate intervention. Over the past several days, whenever he was out grinding monsters, Alana would send him private messages filled with history lessons, legends, geography, and common knowledge that everyone else seemed to know. Just that morning, she had spent nearly an hour explaining Dreamland Temple, and for once, all that information was actually useful.
"Brother," Amber asked curiously, "is the Saintess of Dreamland Temple beautiful? Why isn't she on the Most Beautiful Women rankings? Is she some five-hundred-year-old grandmother or something?"
