After walking around First Heart City for a while, Zhang Xuan found that there were many different architectural styles. He got used to it after looking at it for a while. However, the residents here were worth observing.
These people were dragged here by Freud from all over the world. Some of them spoke different languages and had different habits, but now they were living in harmony in Foundation City. Moreover, most of the people had smiles on their faces, which contrasted nicely with this newly born world. They were all like the rising sun, full of hope for the future.
"At first, the new residents of the Dream Realm didn't know what to do," Freud explained. Freud explained, "Once the mayor came to power, her reforms made everyone busy and focused their attention on the city. Slowly, everyone began to acknowledge their new identities as residents of First Heart City. "
"As a result, the residents of Dream Realm found a new direction in life, and the chaotic city became orderly again."
"Looks like Lady Monroe contributed a lot to this. But I think she figured out something about this world by looking at the residents' lives. "
Freud considered for a moment. "Monroe is a smart woman. She never asked about the dream wasteland, but I'm sure she knew something about it. By the way, Mister Jon once told me something.
"Before Monroe became the city lord, she once asked Mister Jon for help in writing the city journal. That's how she became acquainted with Mister Jon." Angor already knew what Freud meant.
"Later on, she began to ask Mister Jon about the city's development plans. As time went by, she began to respect Jon more and more. During this period, she would occasionally ask Jon about the strange things about the new residents of the Dream Realm, such as their undying nature. It seemed she wanted to get some answers from Jon.
"But she never asked me. So I just pretended I didn't know anything. "
Angor nodded. As a city lord, Monroe's vision was bound to expand beyond what was already in front of her. It would be strange if she wasn't curious about this new world. But just like Freud said, she was smart but also cautious. She knew what to ask and what not to ask. She also knew when to ask sensitive questions.
"Don't worry about anything else. As long as she does her job well, you can tell her some of the truth about this world."
He didn't mind telling Monroe the truth about the dream wasteland. It didn't matter to him whether Monroe found out about it or not. Because her physical body was already dead and she was now a resident of the Dream Realm, she would not leak any information to the outside world.
As for the future, once he gained control of the dream wasteland's core power, he would eventually reveal the truth of the dream wasteland to the outside world. By then, with the intelligence of the wizards, they would probably be able to guess the truth of the world without Monroe revealing it.
Freud nodded. He was quite satisfied with the current situation, but he wouldn't go against Angor's orders if the latter didn't like it. Fortunately, he didn't mind Monroe's little tricks.
…
After touring more than half of the city, they arrived at the Ocean Theater.
As soon as they entered the theater, they heard the sound of a piano being played. However, it wasn't a pleasant sound, which meant the player was a beginner.
"Wrong again!" A familiar male voice, with a hint of punishment in his tone.
"I've been playing for three hours. I'm already very tired. It should be normal for me to make a few mistakes …" She sobbed, followed by a slightly aggrieved cry.
"Don't try to fool me. You know how tired you are."
"I … I'm just tired. My head hurts. I can't learn. "The young voice sounded like he was trying to defend himself.
"It's not that you can't learn. You just don't want to."
"Sunny only needs to practice for two hours. Why do I need to practice for so long?"
"She's learning how to make sounds while you're learning how to play the piano. You're two completely different people. Besides, Sunny is much more serious than you. "
While they were talking, the door to the piano hall was pushed open. The child sitting on the custom-made piano stool heard the door behind him. He seemed to have thought of something and turned his head abruptly.
"It's Mister Dissen! Mister Dissen, help me! " He paused for a second and saw a tall figure standing behind Freud. His eyes lit up. "It's the lord! He's back! Mister Jon, I don't have to practice today, right? "
The young boy was none other than Undead Alda from the orphanage. And the one who taught him the guqin was Jon, who liked to teach others and couldn't stay idle.
Jon looked outside and saw Angor right away. He couldn't help but smile in relief.
However, when he saw the tall man behind Angor, he frowned a little.
A moment later, the sound of a young boy playing the piano was heard again, along with the sobbing. Alda was still playing the piano, but he didn't dare to cry out loud this time. It wasn't Jon who was supervising him. It was Angor and Freud.
While Alda was playing the piano, Angor was also thinking.
"Mister, is it okay to let Mister Jon talk with Mister Phantom alone?" Freud asked worriedly.
"It's fine. Both Mister Jon and Mister Sunders know when to stop talking." He wasn't worried at all. Besides, he could easily tell what they were talking about with his current ability to monitor the dream wasteland.
Jon was curious about Angor's experience, while Sunders asked about Jon's homeland.
They both told Angor the truth, but they didn't tell him much. Jon didn't want powerful wizards to know about Earth, so he only talked about local customs and customs. Sunders was quite interested in it.
Sunders didn't talk much about Angor, mainly because it wasn't easy to explain. Besides, it was better for Angor to explain everything himself.
At least from what he could sense, they were talking in a friendly and restrained manner.
"Don't worry about Jon. Tell me about Alda and Sunny, and how's the orphanage?" Angor changed the topic and looked at Freud.
Freud nodded and spoke slowly.
About half an hour later, Sunders and Jon returned from the side hall. Jon stayed in the Ocean Theater to chat with Angor, while Sunders left the theater alone to explore the outside world.
Angor didn't ask about Jon's conversation with Sunders. Instead, he began to talk about his recent life.
"… Generally speaking, I'm doing well. But I'm feeling better now. I want to reorganize the documents I didn't finish in the real world." Jon sighed. "But I gave up on it. I'm only writing about the history of Goldspink Empire. It won't do me any good in the dream wasteland."
Since the history of the Goldspink Empire had always been missing, Chown had been fond of compiling these things since a long time ago. But just as he said, even if he compiled them, they would be useless in the dream wasteland.
Angor considered for a moment. Jon was probably addicted to "research". As an academic, Jon's hobby was academic research. But now, he was either teaching students how to play music or working on a city construction project with Monroe.
Jon would occasionally talk with scholars from Foundation City. But apart from the fact that he didn't know much about the history of Goldspink Empire, Jon was much more knowledgeable than them. On the other hand, Chown could get a lot of ideas from some craftsmen in terms of artistic vision.
Angor considered. "How about this? I'll bring you something from the real world. If you find it boring, feel free to study it."
"What is it?"
Angor blinked. "Supernatural items."
As someone who grew up in a scientific society, Jon had always been curious about supernatural items. However, he never had the chance to see them. Now that Angor mentioned something about them, Jon's eyes lit up.
"You need to be careful when studying supernatural items. We're in the dream wasteland, but they're still supernatural energy. No one knows what's going to happen," Angor warned.
Jon nodded. "No problem. If you can bring me all the lab tools I've been storing in the warehouse, it'll be even better."
"Okay." Angor nodded. When Jon was still healthy, he made many simple lab tools for basic physics and chemistry experiments. But as time went by, he slowly lost his ability to move, and those tools were stored in the warehouse.
Angor told Jon a few more things that he simplified and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Chown hesitated for a moment, and asked, "You should know what Lyon said when he came in last time, right? How's the situation in the manor? How's Lyon? "
Angor didn't mention this because many of the servants who were affected by the Crimson Crown were close to Jon, such as the mute servant.
Angor considered for a moment and smiled. "Don't worry. I've taken care of most of the matters in the manor. Everything's fine. Leon's fine too."
Jon knew Angor well enough to know that Angor was hiding something from him. But since Angor brought that powerful wizard teacher to the manor, the problem should be solved. Besides, Angor wouldn't hide anything about Leon from Jon.
"Go. Don't worry about me. I'm doing well here. You have your own path, and I don't want to be a hindrance." Jon nodded to Angor.
Angor chuckled. "You're never a hindrance. To me, you're a lighthouse in the dark, guiding my path."
After leaving the Ocean Theater, Angor slowly put on a serious expression.
He bumped into Freud who was waiting for him outside. Freud noticed Angor's strange expression and asked, "What's wrong, mister? Did you have a bad talk with Mister Jon? "
"It has nothing to do with Mister Jon. It's just that I'm a bit upset about the manor."
Freud asked curiously, "Are you talking about the thing my lord's brother told me last time?"
Angor nodded. He recalled how Freud shut down the orphanage and went to the Old Earth just for the sake of the manor. Since Freud asked about it, Angor briefly explained what happened to the manor.
Angor sighed in sorrow. "Now, those servants can only wait for their deaths. They can't see the future."
Freud pondered for a moment. "Mister, why don't you consider sending them to the dream wasteland?"
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