"I see." Tree Spirit nodded. "You can't stand their bickering, so you came out?"
Angor nodded. "They said they're going to get Eyeless back. But they never talked about him. All they did was attack each other. I can't stand it."
Tree Spirit didn't seem surprised at all. "It's fine. They know how to deal with each other. Sharp arrows and soft knives, they can see them clearly and know how to deal with them. Wait until the tea party, and you'll know what true terror is. "
Tree Spirit didn't attend the tea party himself, but the witches from Brute Cavern did. When they returned, Tree Spirit heard about it. Just by listening to these rumors, Tree Spirit felt terrified.
"The tea party isn't just a gathering of information. It's also a rumor mill where people fight for the right to speak. It's also a battlefield where people kill each other. Even if there's no smoke, the smell of gunpowder inside is just as intense as any other battlefield. "
Tree Spirit's words made Angor feel that something terrible was about to happen.
If Greya and Lydia could hurt each other so much, Angor could only imagine how terrifying the tea party would be.
Luckily, the tea party was for witches. Men were not allowed to attend.
"So Mister Tree Spirit, you don't want to hold the tea party, do you?"
Tree Spirit nodded. "Yes. But we still have to hold the tea party. It'll be great if it's not in the mirror world. And if it has to be, it better not be near the Tree of Eternity. I can't stand it. "
"Right! How about we develop a large ruin outside and use it as a gathering point? "Tree Spirit raised his voice as if he thought this was a great idea.
"Alright, I'll go talk to Leona." After that, the leaves that were floating in the air fell to the ground. There was no more sound. Obviously, Tree Spirit had left.
Angor picked up the leaf and twirled it in his hand. He chuckled as he thought of something. "I'm afraid Mister Tree Spirit's idea won't work out …"
Angor had talked to Leona before, so he knew what kind of person she was. She didn't show it on her face, but he knew she had a slight OCD. Therefore, Tree Spirit's suggestion might work for other wizards who did not care about the occasion. But for Leona, who wanted everything to be perfect and even ritualistic, it was impossible.
In addition, Leona was a very responsible person. Since she was the one hosting the tea party, her sense of responsibility would not allow her to fool around. Tree Spirit would definitely be rejected.
Now that he thought about it, he could understand Tree Spirit's decision. When the tea party was held, the other wizards could stay in their rooms and ignore what was going on outside. Tree Spirit, however, was different. Tree Spirit's mental tentacles would spread out along the branches of the Tree of Eternity, and what he would see and hear would be hundreds or even thousands of times worse than the mental battle between Greya and Lydia. More importantly, Tree Spirit could not run away from it. Many witches would gather at the same time, and Tree Spirit would be responsible for maintaining the safety of the witches and keeping an eye on the taboo. Tree Spirit could not help himself in such a situation.
It couldn't be helped. After all, it was impossible for the tea party not to be held. Such a grand event couldn't be held in a random place.
If Tree Spirit wanted to escape, there were only two ways. First, find a better venue. But that was impossible. The Parmigi Highlands were filled with danger, and there was nowhere else Leona could find.
Second, Lady Mirror would be the host. Mirror Lady was a "female" psychologically. She was patient and liked the conversations in the tea party. As a mirror spirit in the mirror world, she could observe the world and monitor the safety of the tea party. Therefore, Mirror Lady could replace Tree Spirit to lead the tea party.
Unfortunately, Lady Mirror was still asleep. There was no sign of her waking up yet.
Angor could only feel sorry for Tree Spirit in his mind.
Ten minutes later, Angor checked the study again. Greya and Lydia were still exchanging glances. Angor sighed and decided to rest for a while.
Since Toby was guarding Azaz's dried fish, Angor decided not to disturb them. He closed his eyes and entered the dream wasteland through the dream bridge.
…
It was the first time Foundation City received rain since the beginning of autumn.
It was only a light drizzle, but it still caused ripples to appear on the dried-up river.
In this misty weather, an airship flew into the city center from outside.
The residents of Foundation City looked up with longing in their eyes. Airships were the only means of transportation to get out of the city. Unfortunately, only Bastard Lab workers could use them.
The airship stopped at the top of Firmament Tower. The door was opened, and a ladder rolled down.
A young man with short, curly hair and dark circles under his eyes walked down the ladder while yawning.
"Do you need an umbrella, Mister Tisson?" Footsteps sounded from behind, and a man in full armor followed Freud out of the airship.
Freud shook his head and looked at the Firmament Tower. "It's only ten meters away. No need."
Freud walked down the ladder with the armored man following behind him.
"You don't have to. Go back to your lab."
"Cell is your knight, Mister Tisson. I need to protect you." The man was Cell, the one who changed his mind because of the House of Heart.
"Like I said, you're not loyal to me. You're loyal to the people of Foundation City. Besides, there's no danger here. I don't need your protection. "
Cell didn't say anything and remained half-kneeling on the ground.
"Go back to your lab. Your brother needs you," Freud said again.
Seeing that Cell still didn't move, Freud rubbed his temples. He used to think that Cell was smart, but why was he so stubborn now?
"That's an order." Cell nodded hesitantly and returned to the airship.
Freud walked to the platform at the top of Firmament Tower in the drizzle. He had no choice. He had been working in Bastard Lab for three days straight. No matter how strong his spirit was, he couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to hurry back to his office, take out the black soft fur blanket from the cupboard, spread it on the floor, and sleep.
Freud didn't pay attention to the airship that had already flown away. He hurried to his office and yawned as he opened the door.
As soon as Freud entered the room, his expression froze.
A tall man with a cold expression was sitting in his office.
"Mister Phantom?!"
Sunders looked up and saw the dark circles under Freud's eyes. "You've been working hard lately."
Freud scratched his head and didn't know how to respond. "Did Angor come here in the past two days?"
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