At this moment, Audrey even suspected that fate's arrangement wasn't for her to head to Hartlark Village to investigate the traditions of dragon worship, but to make her sense that something was amiss. From there, she would feel conflicted and use her Virtual Persona powers in the area around Hartlark Village to secretly guide her two brothers to change their minds without them realizing it. This would then allow the mind dragon to discover the special consciousness related to the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, and attract "Him."
Even though Audrey was on the side that had been arranged, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. It had to be said that in order to achieve such an effect, one had to have a deep understanding of people's hearts and grasp the different reactions of different people. It had to be at an extremely high level, a level that would make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
After all, even a Sequence 4 Manipulator like Audrey felt that the development of the matter was in line with her expectations. It had completely satisfied her hopes, so she wasn't wary at all.
The mind dragon retracted its wings and looked down at the blue-cloaked Audrey.
"This is a dream labyrinth pieced together by many souls. Even if the one who set the trap came personally, it would take some time to find this room, and I won't stay for too long."
Obviously, it was not that he did not guard against the trap. He just felt that some things were worth taking such a huge risk.
Dream maze … This is one of the Beyonder powers of a Dreamweaver, or is it an ability that has undergone a qualitative change? Audrey collected her thoughts and asked calmly,
"What do you want to know?"
The huge scaled grayish-white dragon buzzed.
"My name is Ariehogg, one of the three remaining Ancient Dragons."
Did he mean that he was one of the three dragons that survived from the Second Era, and the few dragons now were just the descendants of the dragons from the era of the ancient gods? Audrey nodded slightly, not interrupting him.
Behind her, in the wilderness filled with green and black weeds, a wooden door stood there without any support, appearing extremely strange.
Ariehogg didn't waste any time either. After a brief introduction, he asked,
"Where did you find Liveseyd?"
Audrey was already prepared and calmly replied, "
"In a book called 'Rosell's Travels', it is rumored that it was personally made by the Great Dragon King Ankewelt."
"Ge Rosell …" Ariehogg had never heard of this name before. He repeated it and asked, "What kind of book is that?"
Audrey, with her soft blonde hair draped over her shoulders, gave a simple description.
"There is an almost real World in that book. At the same time, it can absorb people who meet the requirements or offer their blood into the book, allowing them to live in that World."
Ariehogg was silent for two seconds.
"Does the World in the book have a sea of collective subconscious?"
"Yes." Audrey gave an answer with great certainty. "The City of Miracles Liveseyd that I saw is deep in the sea of collective subconscious of the World in the book."
Ariehogg's breathing suddenly became heavier.
"What did you see at Liveseyd?"
Audrey thought for a moment and said,
"A city filled with giant pillars and majestic palaces.
"In addition, I also entered the residence of the Great Dragon King. That place allows the inner voice of every living being to resound in the surroundings. I call it the Hall of Truth.
"At the end of the Hall of Truth, behind the throne of the Great Dragon King, there's an ancient and mysterious bronze door. I don't know what's sealed inside. In short, it's very dangerous. I don't dare approach it. "
Audrey was speaking the complete truth, but she didn't mention Mr. World, Mr. Star, or her guesses.
The ancient dragon, Ariehogg, fell completely silent. It was unknown if "He" had recalled something or if "He" was analyzing Liveseyd's current situation.
During this process, "His" head drooped down bit by bit, as though "He" was about to bring "His" body from the top of the hundred-meter-tall pillar to the ground.
Just as Audrey tensed up from this strange scene and was about to ask, Ariehogg suddenly raised "His" head.
"His" pale golden vertical eyes turned colder as "His" voice echoed in the wilderness once again.
"Liveseyd …"
Amidst the thunderous rumbling, the things hidden in the darkness behind Ariehogg quickly became clear, and their silhouettes appeared in the gradually brightening scene.
They were huge stone pillars that were hundreds of meters tall. They either stood alone, or together, they propped up majestic but ancient palaces.
These stone pillars and palaces were mainly grayish-white in color. They landed on an island-like foundation, identical to the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, that Audrey had just described.
No, this seemed to be the City of Miracles, Liveseyd.
It was only at this moment that Audrey realized that the ancient mind dragon, Ariehogg, was squatting at the top of the tallest and thickest stone pillar in Liveseyd.
At this moment, she vaguely felt that Ariehogg had undergone some subtle changes.
As her green eyes darted around slightly, she suddenly heard the sound of a metal handle being twisted behind her.
This … Audrey resisted the urge to turn her head and turned her body warily, casting her gaze sideways.
The lonely wooden door that had lost all external support opened bit by bit, revealing the visitor's appearance.
It was a huge, white rabbit with twitching ears, walking on its hind legs.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, a figure shrouded in grayish-white fog was sitting at The Fool's seat at the end of the long, mottled table. He was silently watching the crimson star that represented Justice.
…
Baekeland, West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.
Seeing that the two-week deadline was approaching, Wendel gradually felt insomnia. He had to rely on medicine to help him sleep.
After waking up, he was equally restless and extremely anxious. He had completely lost interest in food. It was only to maintain his stamina that he forced himself to eat the three meals sent by his colleagues.
He didn't know what would happen after the deadline for the Upper Court arrived, nor did he know if there would be any irreversible changes to his body.
This fear of the unknown often made him feel suffocated. It was especially torturous.
Sometimes, Wendel would even think that resisting returning to Utopia might not be a wise choice.
With his limited experience there, if he were to return to Utopia obediently and testify for Tracey in court, there was a high chance that he would be able to leave safely.
At least up to now, Wendel hadn't heard of anyone dying or going crazy because of Utopia. Apart from being a little strange, the people there were rather friendly.
I'm only going to help. They should be grateful to me and not deal with me … The more Wendel thought about it, the more he felt that compared to suffering here, facing danger might make him feel more comfortable.
Of course, he had no doubts about the protection capabilities of MI9 headquarters. If this didn't work, he felt that he could only consider meeting the Lord of Storms as soon as possible.
Phew … Wendel exhaled and sat on a chair. He casually picked up a book, hoping to pass the time.
However, his vexed mood made him unable to enter the plot of the story. He flipped the pages more and more frequently before finally closing the book.
He then closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.
In a daze, Wendel felt as though he had returned to Utopia and arrived in court. However, his role wasn't as a witness, but as a spectator.
He saw that Tracey had been found not guilty of excessive self-defense by the judge due to the lack of sufficient evidence. She was transferred to the criminal court, and he saw the lady crying in a daze. Her smile was extremely beautiful.
Wendel woke up and silently looked at the gas wall lamp in front of him. He didn't move for a long time.
If the problem is with Utopia and not the residents of Utopia, then my escape might have caused the death of a poor lady … Wendel retracted his gaze and wavered slightly, but he couldn't defeat the fear in his heart.
He propped his hand on the table and stood up. He walked to the door, planning to walk around MI9 headquarters to ease his emotions.
After leaving the room and taking a few steps along the corridor, Wendel suddenly heard a colleague in the office beside him discussing a case related to Utopia.
"Did you hear? The person who recently entered Utopia was a carriage driver. When he sent a merchant from Utopia to the dock area, he only turned two streets before he realized that his surroundings had become unfamiliar. "
"There's a need to remind all the carriage drivers in Baekeland. Yes, it's best to equate Utopia with spies to make it easier for them to understand."
"The way to enter and exit Utopia is really terrifying."
"That's right. Sometimes, I even suspect that the entrance to Utopia can appear anywhere."
"There must be a certain limit to this. It's not as omnipotent as we think … Otherwise, I would've just gone to the bathroom and found myself in Utopia."
"From the rules that we've concluded so far, this is theoretically possible."
"…"
The blood vessels on Wendel's forehead throbbed when he heard that. He suddenly felt that even though he was at MI9 headquarters, it wasn't that safe.
Unless there's a demigod watching me, it's very difficult for me to avoid the fate of returning to Utopia. Perhaps, after I wash my hands and open the bathroom door, I'll find Utopia's Irises Hotel outside … No, an ordinary demigod might not be able to stop this. This doesn't seem like something a human can do. It's already extremely close to a deity … Wendel instantly panicked, unable to suppress the fear in his heart.
He followed the fluke that suddenly occupied his mind and returned to his room. He took out the document from the Utopia court from the drawer.
Right on the heels of that, Wendel entered the bathroom. As he held the document, he whispered in fear,
"I'm willing to testify in court.
"I'm willing to testify in court."
"…"
After repeating it a few times, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the bathroom door.
At this moment, a pitch-black crow flew in through the window like a ghost and landed in a corner of the bathroom that no one was paying attention to.
In the next second, Wendel twisted the handle, pulled it back, and opened the bathroom door.
What appeared in front of him was no longer the familiar bedroom, but an unfamiliar hall.
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Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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