Chapter 1966
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"He and Leon went to the colosseum in the south of the city."
Angor was surprised by the answer. "Huh? My brother is there too? When did he get together with Bobota? "
"Freud told him to find Bobota …" Angor finally understood what was going on.
Leon had been studying Bloodline cantrips recently. Since he was doing it on his own, he had a lot of questions about it. He could ask Sailum and the other apprentices in Brocade Tavern, but none of them were Bloodline Masters. Nausica, the only one who studied Bloodline, had left Floating Mech City.
That was why Leon came to the dream wasteland and asked Freud to help him answer these questions.
Freud knew a little about Bloodline cantrips, but he was only a Dream Manipulator. He didn't know much about them, so he recommended Leon to go to Bobota.
Bobota knew that Leon was Angor's brother, so he was willing to teach him everything he knew. Whenever Leon came to ask about Bobota, Bobota would stop what he was doing and take him to the colosseum to teach him.
Jon was interested in the research of the Mother Tree Network, but he cared more about Leon's future training. Whenever Leon came, Jon would let Bobota teach him.
Angor felt a little guilty after listening to Jon's explanation.
He was so focused on improving himself that he forgot that Leon's teacher wasn't with him. If Leon wanted to progress further on his Bloodline Path, he needed the right guidance.
Angor was willing to spend some time to teach his brother the right thing to do, but he wasn't strong enough to do so.
He couldn't really teach Leon because he was basically a stranger to Bloodline Magic Tricks. He might not even be as good as Freud.
Angor believed that Sunders knew something about Bloodline cantrips and spells. But he couldn't ask Sunders to teach Leon. Even if he did, Sunders would probably refuse.
It seemed that Bobota was the only one who could help Leon for now.
But it wasn't something that could last forever. Now that Bobota had become a resident of the Dream Realm, he couldn't control Virtual Mana even if he had it. In other words, Bobota was no different from a mortal. Although he had the knowledge, he still lacked the ability to perfectly display the extraordinary power of Bloodline Cantrip.
"Why don't I recruit some bloodline apprentices through the Mission Hall to be Leon's mentors? It just so happens that the mother tree network research also needs to recruit some talents. "
As he mumbled to himself, the door of the theater was suddenly pushed open. Warm sunlight poured into the dim seats through the door, illuminating the room with a peaceful light.
Leon and Bobota walked in through the open door.
Lyon's hair was wet, and his face and forehead were covered with sweat. Obviously, he had gone through a high-intensity training.
"Your muscles won't remember anything when you train here, but your brain will. You have to go back to reality and train before your memory is erased. Turn that memory into experience …" Bobota explained his experience to Leon as they walked.
Leon was still confused when Bobota's voice stopped abruptly. When he looked up, he saw Angor standing not far from him.
Leon quickly went to greet Angor with a happy smile.
"Angor!" Leon was very happy. He wanted to give Angor a hug, but he couldn't because of the seating arrangement.
Leon sat on the other side of Angor. Bobota wanted to leave, but Leon kept talking about Bobota's training, so Bobota decided not to leave. Instead, he chose to sit at the back of the class.
"I asked Freud, and he told me that you've been training in seclusion for a while now, so I'm not sure if you're still alive. Did you come here because you're done with your training? "
Angor shook his head. "Not yet. My professor asked me to wait for him because he has something to tell me. But I don't think he's here yet. I'm tired, so I came to the theater to rest and wait for him. "
When Leon heard this, he said embarrassedly, "Did I disturb your rest?"
Angor chuckled. "Nope. Chatting is a good way for me to relax."
Jon suddenly spoke up, "I noticed something when I was playing. Is there something bothering you?"
Angor noticed Jon's worried look. Angor was a little surprised. He realized that Jon might be worried about him because of his personal emotions. Maybe Jon was playing Sailor to soothe Angor's worries with music.
"There's something bothering me. But it's nothing serious."
Angor didn't hide anything and told Jon about what happened in the ruin. He didn't want Jon to worry too much.
Jon relaxed a little after hearing Angor's words. He thought something bad had happened to Angor, but he didn't expect Angor to be in trouble. It wasn't a big deal if Angor was only worried about not being able to solve the mystery.
Now that he was no longer worried, Jon listened to Angor's explanation with great interest.
When Angor used his nightmare illusion to create the scene, Jon felt as if he was also a part of it.
Jon tried to help Angor by trying to figure out the secret. Unfortunately, Jon knew too little about supernatural powers. His experience of deciphering the secret chamber on Earth did not help him at all.
In the end, Jon shook his head and sighed. "It's too complicated. Are all puzzles in the wizarding world this complicated?"
Leon listened to the whole process and had no clue. He followed Chown's words and said, "It's indeed very complicated. If it's simpler, perhaps I can help."
Jon glanced at Leon. "With your brain, you won't be able to help even if it's simple."
Leon glared at Jon. The latter spoke in a soft tone, "If you don't like it, come to the library later. As long as you can do the math paper I gave you —"
Before Jon could finish, Lyon had already withered.
Jon sighed. "Angor could do these papers when he was ten. So you think you can solve something that even Angor can't? "
"They're two different things. We're not thinking at the same level." Leon wanted to argue, but he didn't have the confidence to do so.
Angor was watching Jon and Leon tearing each other apart with a smile. He was too familiar with this kind of drama. It had been like this for more than ten years, and he missed it a little. But as he listened, he suddenly thought of something.
But before Angor could grab the light, it was already gone.
Angor didn't know what it meant, but he sensed something. Did he miss something?
Before he could think about it, he received a message in his mind space.
[Attention! The marked reporter has entered the dream wasteland! ]
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