Half a month ago, when Leon used the pocket watch to log into the dream wilderness, he had already met Jon. However, due to the changes in the manor at that time, Leon's mind was focused on the outside world. He was too anxious and did not talk much with Jon.
Now, he was caught by Jon.
Back in the real world, Jon was so weak that he couldn't even move, so he never stepped out of the stilt house. However, Leon still remembered that when Jon was still healthy, he liked to catch the two brothers and lecture them, and this lecture would last for a few hours.
Back then, Old Padt didn't stop Jon from lecturing them. Instead, he enjoyed it. It could be said that for Leon, just thinking about that period of time made him shudder with fear.
Now, Jon wasn't weak or sick in the dream wasteland. He could even move freely.
Leon's heart skipped a beat when he saw Jon walking toward him.
In the next hour, Leon recalled the fear of being dominated by Jon again.
Leon couldn't fight back when Jon used a spell called "Whisper Whisper" on him. Angor was also listening to Leon's lecture. More importantly, Angor seemed to enjoy it very much.
Leon couldn't find words to express his agony. He tried to stop Jon several times, but he failed.
Later, Jon heard Sunny practicing her poetry outside, but he didn't hear Alda practicing his piano. He muttered to himself, "That bastard is slacking off again." Then he quickly ran out of the theater. Only then was Leon able to escape from the sea of bitterness.
"This isn't the dream wasteland. It's Nightmare Hill." Leon didn't want to stay here any longer. He quickly left Ocean Theater.
Leon was planning to leave the Nightmare World, which he never wanted to enter again. However, when he was about to return to the real world, a terrifying gust of wind blew at his face.
Leon covered his eyes out of instinct.
When he regained his senses, he saw that the gust of wind wasn't there at all. It was a tall, sweaty man who landed in front of them.
"Mister Padt! You came just in time! We don't have enough time. Come with me! "
The man looked at Angor anxiously as soon as he landed.
Leon looked at this person in a daze. He was wearing a very exaggerated horned helmet, and his eyes were bright and full of spirit. His upper body was covered in a half leather armor that was neither fish nor fowl. The armor's coverage was extremely low, and only his shoulders were protected. The rest of his body was exposed.
What surprised Leon the most was that this person had a broken leg. His left leg was a sickle shaped like a crescent moon.
The hook and sickle were flickering with a cold light.
"I'm sure Freud will come for you in less than two minutes, Torras."
Torras was taken aback. "Huh? Why?"
He pointed at the ground. Torras must have jumped from a building in the sky again because he didn't try to slow down his fall at all. His sharp scythe left a small hole in the ground, which was covered with complicated carvings. More cracks could be seen on the ground around the hole.
Freud often complained to Angor that Torras liked to walk on unconventional roads, which caused the city planning team to have a hard time dealing with them.
Torras looked at the hole on the ground and chuckled. "I forgot." He rubbed the horn on his helmet.
"Don't worry about the details." Torras quickly changed the topic. "Mister Padt, I'm going to have a duel with that liar who claims to be a legendary grand knight. Since you're here, I hope you can be my witness and see how I expose that liar's true colors."
The duel was supposed to take place several months ago. However, Torras was forced to leave the dream wasteland when Angor went to the Abyss Plane.
Back then, Torras complained that Angor didn't show up for the duel. The liar must have been so arrogant that everyone in Foundation City would think that Torras was a coward.
Angor thought that Torras would have forgotten about the duel after such a long time, but Torras didn't forget about it at all. As soon as he entered the dream wasteland, Torras immediately started preparing for the duel.
Angor wasn't interested in the duel at all. He was sure that Torras was going to win the duel, and he was sure that Torras was going to get cocky.
Angor didn't want to see that smug look on Torras' face, but he also didn't want to reject Torras.
"I have something else to do, so I won't be going. How about this? I'll ask my brother Leon to be the witness. He used to be a knight, and now he's a Bloodline apprentice. He's more suitable than me." "That's right." Angor nodded his head. "You're right.
Angor pointed a finger at Leon.
Torras finally noticed Leon's presence. He carefully inspected Leon's muscles and nodded in satisfaction. "You're Mister Padt's brother?"
Leon nodded and was about to introduce himself when an angry voice came from the side. "Torras! How many times do I have to tell you to watch your strength?! Don't ruin the streets! How dare you do it again! I'm going to put you in confinement today! "
"Shit! Freud's here!" Torras jumped in fright. He grabbed Leon and said, "Let's go, or he'll catch us! I'm going to prove my strength today! I can't let him put me in confinement! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Torras grabbed Leon and jumped onto a nearby roof, disappearing from sight in a matter of seconds.
"Wait! Why did you drag me with you?! Why should I run? "Leon, who was caught and had no choice but to run along, couldn't help but shout.
"Didn't Mister Padt ask you to be his witness? This is a duel between men, a battle of honor. Someone important must be here to witness it! "Torras said in a matter-of-fact manner.
The big shot Lyon really wanted to reject the offer but he was actually a little curious about this duel, especially after he witnessed the strength of the man before him.
Leon considered and sighed. "Fine, I'll be your witness. But let me go first. I'll run on my own. "
Torras let go of Leon's hand and smiled. "I'm Torras, a great man who defeated Red Beard in one hit. I checked your muscles just now, and they're pretty good. That's what a man should do! "
"My name is Lyon," Lyon introduced himself as he observed Torras' movements.
When he was running through the buildings in the sky, he realized that there was something wrong with the strength in his body. A lot of his strength was hidden and difficult to release. Yet Torras seemed to be doing it with ease, which made Angor very curious about how Torras did it.
As time went by, Leon became more and more familiar with Torras' technique.
At first, Angor felt a little embarrassed since he was trying to learn Torras' technique in secret. But when Torras noticed it, he didn't stop Angor from teaching him one-on-one.
As time went by, Leon and Torras became more familiar with each other.
…
He returned to the real world and began his daily training.
Meanwhile, in Brute Cavern on the Fey Continent, a witch from Renaya was being sent away.
Inside a red stone tower behind Seagull Law Academy.
Dim lights flickered on and off in the gentle breeze outside the window. The room was filled with different shades of light.
Wallace stood in the middle of the boundary between light and darkness, allowing the light and darkness to illuminate his white robe.
He smiled as he looked at the bulging space capsule on the cracked table and muttered, "As expected, witches are rich."
As he spoke, Wallace reached out and crushed the space capsule. Instantly, a large pile of strange magical plants appeared on the table.
"Green Desolation Wood, Witch's Flower, Flower Spirit's Honey … Oh, there's also Garlic Cage Eagle Catcher. That's a rare magical plant. Impressive. Renaya is indeed the gathering place of flower spirits. They even have magical plants that are hard to find in the outside world!"
Wallace was overjoyed. He pretended that he didn't pay attention to Oliveta's arrival and only glanced at the plants. He didn't expect to see such a big surprise!
And this was only a part of it. Oliveta had already signed a contract that after the new issue of 'Firefly's Night Tales' was officially published, she would hand over 10% of the net income to Wallace.
As for Wallace, all he had to do was to let "Ying City's Night Stories" publish a piece of news ahead of him.
"Let me think. What should I do with them? I can use some for Mirror, and some for Seagull Law Academy's reward, "Wallace muttered.
A voice suddenly came from behind Wallace. "Are you sure you want to use them for your own personal use?"
Wallace didn't look back. Instead, he pursed his lips. "I knew you were here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a naked man with only a leaf on his private part sat opposite Wallace.
"I won't object to your deal with Oliveta. I won't object to letting Firefly's Nighttale publish the news first, either. But this news came from Angor. Aren't you afraid that Angor will find out if you use it for your own personal use? "
"Don't be so serious, Tree Spirit. I know you're here, so I'm just kidding." Wallace smiled. "I'll let Angor choose the magic plants first. As for the rest, I'll use it on Mirror. "
It was Tree Spirit. He nodded at Wallace's words and changed the topic. Then, he changed the topic and asked, "What do you think will happen after the publication of 'Ying City Night Stories'?"
"I think it'll cause a lot of trouble," Wallace said. "Firefly's Nighttale has a much bigger audience than Mirror, and I'm sure Moonfrost Union's people will come to us right away.
"But we can't hide it forever. It'll blow up sooner or later. The earlier we erupt, at least it means that we are magnanimous, and we can stop the waves earlier. "
"Have you thought about how to deal with it?" Tree Spirit asked.
"Don't worry. I already sent a familiar to notify Mister Rein. He should be back soon," Wallace said. With Rein here, they wouldn't be afraid even if Monkey showed up.
"That bastard Sunders … He knew this was going to happen, but he took Angor away first. Ugh …"
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