Lancelot Rayne had a very strange dream.
In his dream, there appeared a woman whose face he could not clearly see, and sometimes he even felt that the woman looked different each time she appeared, but he knew it was the same person.
In that dream, he was madly in love with the woman.
After waking up, the burning emotions in his heart still lingered for a long time.
He felt that he had fallen in love with that woman.
He needed to find her.
If his buddies knew about this, they would definitely tease him for a long time.
So many beautiful and charming ladies chased after him, yet he had fallen for a woman who didn't even exist in a ludicrous dream.
He rolled out of bed, dressed, and started heading out with his sword.
"Young master, where are you going?" the elderly butler asked curiously, his hair white as snow.
"I need to go out for a while." He felt the inexplicable urge in his heart wasn't something he resisted, but rather something that excited him.