Chapter 1865
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After Tree Spirit left, Angor used an illusion to cover the tree again. Then, he pushed open the door and entered the ruin.
Angor looked at the dark corridor in front of him and began to ponder.
He didn't know why, but he felt as if he had forgotten something. Was it an illusion? Or did he really miss something?
As he pondered, he walked into the dark corridor.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow space, and the echoes gave people the illusion that there were many people walking together.
"What did I miss?" Angor mumbled to himself in a low voice, "What did I miss?"
As he mumbled, a pair of iron boots suddenly appeared in front of him.
Angor looked up and saw the owner of the boots. It was a knight's armor that was arranged in a human shape.
Angor's right eye twitched when he saw the knight's armor. He forgot to ask Tree Spirit about it!
The knight's armor itself was fine. However, there were broken runes on it … and they were alchemy runes.
It was worth asking Tree Spirit about.
"Alchemy runes?" Angor considered. "Maybe the knight's armor was left behind by the first owner of this ruin?"
Alchemy runes were not something that ordinary Runemasters could do. Tizarro was not an alchemist either. It was highly possible that it was left behind by the creator of this ruin.
"Should I go back and ask Mister Tree Spirit about it?" Angor considered and shook his head.
It was not a big deal. Going to Tree Spirit for such a trivial matter would be overkill.
Besides, the knight's armor was placed in such a conspicuous position. Tree Spirit should know about it too. Angor did not think about it.
Angor decided to put it aside for now and ask Tree Spirit about it the next time he saw him.
The knight's armor was fine, but the broken runes on it were strange.
He considered for a moment and crooked a finger. A faint blue Hand of Spell appeared in front of him.
He planned to take the knight's armor back to his study so that he could study the runes.
He had a nagging feeling that there might be some secrets hidden in these mageweaths.
Perhaps even Rein and the other alchemists did not notice it. Brute Cavern did not have an alchemist for a long time, so it was normal that they did not notice it.
He lifted the armor with Hand of Spell and walked deeper into the hall. Soon, he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
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The study on the second floor of the basement was empty and quiet.
He put the armor back into its human form and stood aside.
However, he didn't immediately study the broken mageweath on the armor, nor did he intend to immediately search for the so-called hidden room. Instead, he planned to continue to settle down, and talk about other things when he was free.
In any case, so many years had already passed. If there really was a hidden room, it wouldn't make a difference whether it was discovered earlier or later.
With that in mind, he no longer paid attention to the outside world. Instead, he picked up the notebook and began to study the green patterns.
Time passed in a flash.
When the pendulum inside the clock began to swing from side to side and made a "clank" sound, Angor finally woke up from his meditation.
He checked the time. Fifteen hours had passed, and it was now nine o 'clock in the evening.
He put down his pen and stretched his body. Then he found a comfortable spot and leaned back on his chair.
He planned to take a trip to the dream wasteland.
When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered Tizarro's comment on the door sign: "I don't need a bedroom. I just need a study where no one can disturb me." "That's right."
Actually, Angor didn't think there was any conflict between a study and a bedroom. He just needed an extra bed.
He planned to visit the dream wasteland more often in the future, so he could sleep better if there was a bed in his study.
With this in mind, he crossed the dream bridge and arrived at Foundation City.
He appeared at the top of Heaven's Tower, where Freud's office was located. Freud was sitting in front of his desk and writing something down.
Freud only noticed Angor's arrival when he heard footsteps approaching. He quickly stood up and bowed.
Angor waved a hand and asked Freud to sit down. He then sat down on the sofa across from Freud. "Do you still remember what the professor told you yesterday? Have you decided what authority you want to use? "
He needed Freud to fuse with the new power so that he could gather more data. As for what authority he wanted, he gave Freud some time to think about it.
Angor chose to come here at this time because he wanted to hear Freud's opinion. After all, any Authority would have a profound impact on the dream wasteland.
"I've made up my mind, sir." Freud nodded at Angor.
"You've made up your mind? What's your choice? "Angor was curious about Freud's choice.
Freud didn't answer right away. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window.
Through the window, Angor could clearly see Foundation City under the cover of night.
"Sir, I've been thinking about what authority I should use for the past two days. I don't think I can control something too big. Maybe it's something I can't control. Maybe it's something I can't control.
"Aside from the major authorities, what other minor authorities are there that I can control and also allow the dream wasteland to develop quickly? I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with an answer.
"That is, until I stood here and saw this scenery."
Through the window, Freud looked down at the city of First Heart with a gentle gaze. He was the one who watched over the construction of Origin City. He was the one who personally planned and grew it. He had endless expectations for Origin City.
He was like a father, silently watching First Heart City grow up.
Currently, First Heart City was developing very well. From a bird's eye view, one could see that even in the night, it was still so prosperous, just like a flourishing city that never sleeps.
But as one of the founders of the city, Freud knew better than anyone that this was just a facade. There were all kinds of undercurrents and uncertainties lurking in the dark side of the city.
The residents of the Dream Wasteland seemed to be living a happy and happy life, but there were too many things that didn't fit the norm in this world. It looked like a beautiful utopia, but no matter how beautiful it looked, it would always give people a false sense of reality.
And this false sense of reality would eventually turn into a kind of panic that would spread to every Dream Wasteland resident who didn't know the truth.
"I've never thought about turning Foundation City into a carefree utopia. But I want to make this world more real.
"Therefore, the Authority I want is to lean in that direction."
(Tianjin)
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