"If you can't figure it out, then the world's consciousness must have accidentally opened the door." Froste chuckled to himself.
Angor knew that Froste wasn't amused at all, but he didn't see the point in Froste's words. He could only smile perfunctorily.
Froste changed the topic. "Speaking of which, you're a wizard now, and you're not far from becoming a truth-finder. Are you sure you don't want to go to the origin world?"
Angor's answer was still no. He would consider it, but not now.
"Alright." Froste didn't insist. "We haven't finished talking about Mystery items yet. How about we continue now?"
Angor didn't mind. Froste only talked about how Mystery items could be controlled. He didn't talk about the energy distribution of Mystery items.
But before he could agree, he heard footsteps coming from outside the hall.
Someone lifted the curtain by the door with his long, white fingers. It was Sunders, who was wearing a standard gentleman's suit.
Froste raised an eyebrow. "Looks like we'll have to wait until next time."
Froste knew that Angor needed guidance the most since he just became a wizard. He could give Angor some pointers, but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries in front of Angor's teacher.
Froste stood up. "I'll stay here for a while. Come find me when you're free."
With that, Froste headed back to his room.
"I thought you'd stay here for a while longer. I didn't think you'd come out so soon. Looks like you're better at controlling yourself than I thought. "
"I know what you want to ask. Follow me."
Angor stood up and saw a strange space tunnel appearing in front of him.
He quickly realized that the tunnel was connected to the gravity garden. However, he never had the strength to resist when Sunders brought him to the gravity garden. Now that he saw the space tunnel, he had a feeling that he might be able to resist it.
It was only a fleeting thought in his mind. He wanted to resist, but he would not actually do it.
Instead, he followed the suction and found himself in the familiar open-air study room.
As soon as he arrived, he heard rustling noises coming from not far away.
He turned around and saw the source of the noise coming from a three-story tower made of Soul Stone. Behind the window on the top floor of the tower, a long-haired woman was looking in his direction.
"Manderhaera," he called her name in a soft voice.
Angor wasn't sure if Manderhaera could escape from the Church of the Deceased since Isabelle gave him Manderhaera's soul. Furthermore, Torras' soul was also in the Church of the Deceased. If Mandela's special ability could work on souls, it might even be able to hide inside Torras' soul. That would be troublesome.
Therefore, he decided to leave the item in Sunders' Gravity Garden for now.
Perhaps because Mandela had been ignored for a few days, the resentment on her body had lessened a lot, but her expression was still cold. When he saw Angor, he gave him a cold glance and turned away.
"She's a soul now, but considering how much she hates Dark Castle, she won't be grateful to you. What do you plan to do with her? "Sunders' voice came from behind.
He looked back and saw Sunders already sitting in front of his desk. A chair floated in front of Angor's face.
"It's going to be hard to make her talk." Angor sat down and pondered. He wanted to study Prelude to Rebirth more, so he hoped that Mandela would tell him about her half-undead state. But it seemed that she didn't want to talk about it right now.
Angor pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a better solution. If he didn't force Mandela, he couldn't just visit her every day and wait until she was no longer disgusted with him. That was too troublesome, and he didn't want to waste time.
"Since you can't think of a better idea, I can give you a suggestion."
Angor looked at Sunders and waited for his explanation.
"Isabelle gave you the right to decide what to do with her. In a way, she's yours now," Sunders said. "If that's the case, why don't you treat her the same way as Torras and throw her into the dream wasteland?"
Throw Mandela into the dream wasteland? Angor was a little surprised. Of course, he didn't mind throwing Mandela into the dream wasteland, but why would Sunders suggest something like that?
Suddenly, an idea flashed across his mind.
He was starting to understand what Sunders meant.
The reason why Sunders wanted Mandela to enter the dream wasteland was similar to the plan he abandoned earlier. He wanted to create an emotional bond between him and Mandela.
Angor didn't have the time to visit Mandela every day to slowly change her mind, but he could do it in Foundation City.
Mandela spent most of her life in the Goman Royal Family. She might be a princess, but her life was very oppressive. Later, she was framed by the Elder Princess and ended up as a slave. No one knew how much pain she had to go through. She was sold to Dark Castle and tortured to death.
Let's not talk about how tragic Mandehila's life was, just looking at the few missing pieces of the puzzle of Mandehila's life.
She lacked emotions, a social circle, and an independent personality to be accepted and needed.
The easiest way to make up for the missing pieces of the puzzle was to throw her into a friendly environment and let her slowly change.
If Mandhaera was still alive, this would be easier to do. He could just find a city with a better atmosphere and let Mandhaera adapt to it on his own.
But she was already dead.
Was there a friendly Soul City? Maybe. But Angor didn't know where to find one.
For now, the dream wasteland was the best option for Mandela. He might not be able to make Mandebra change on her own, but it was highly possible that Mandebra would be influenced by the atmosphere around him and slowly change his mind.
With this in mind, Angor nodded. "That's a good idea."
"Then send her to the dream wasteland later. You don't have to pay attention to her. It might be better if she grows on her own."
Angor had the same thought. Changes were always unintentional, but they were the most lasting. If he did it deliberately, he might end up at a disadvantage.
After deciding on Mandela's future, Sunders finally got down to business.
"Now that you're a wizard, I believe you have a complete understanding of what a wizard is like after a few days of getting used to it." Sunders paused. "So, what do you think is the difference between an apprentice and a wizard?"
What he really wanted to know was something about becoming a wizard.
Angor was a little confused by the sudden question. But there must be a reason why Sunders asked this question.
Angor considered for a moment. "Whether it's the nature of energy, soul origin, or bloodline, apprentices and wizards are on two completely different levels. You can even say that they belong to two different worlds."
Angor once heard that some wizards completely removed themselves from the category of "human" and kept calling themselves "stupid humans" to show their superiority. He used to think that it was ridiculous, but after he became an official wizard, he felt the difference between heaven and earth. He started to understand the thoughts of these wizards … Of course, understanding did not mean that he understood, nor did it mean that he agreed with them.
However, from this perspective alone, apprentices and official adepts were indeed two completely different races. Moreover, there was a huge gap between them.
"That's true. What do you think is the biggest difference?" asked Sunders.
Angor considered for a moment. "Maybe it's our understanding and understanding of the world."
Angor had just become a wizard not long ago, but he did notice that the world he saw now was completely different from before.
When he was a mortal, Angor only paid attention to things that were already formed in the material world, such as mountains, streams, trees, houses, and so on.
But after becoming an apprentice in the wizarding world, Angor began to look at things on the energy level, such as primal mana, spirit power, elemental particles, and so on.
Now that Angor was a wizard, he saw different things again.
Gradually, he could see, or rather, sense some very fundamental things.
From a macroscopic view, Angor could see more profound things, such as the rich and stable energy web formed by primal mana. From a microscopic view, Angor could sense the origin of energy. If he looked deeper, he could even see the crystal walls hidden behind layers of origin.
When Angor was in the soundproof room, he spent most of his time observing this "new" world, which was completely different from the one he saw when he was an apprentice.
The more he observed, the more fascinated he became.
He now understood why many wizards chose to stay in their own towers for years. It was because this world was too fascinating. It was changing all the time, and Angor could learn something from it by observing it.
If Angor didn't need to know what he needed to know after becoming a wizard, he would probably still be in the soundproof room, wandering about in this strange new world.
Sunders nodded in satisfaction. "You're right. Understanding the world is a big difference."
"But it's not all."
"I can share my answer with you." Sunders paused. "I think the biggest difference between an apprentice and a wizard is —"
"Different power systems."
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