Chapter 2008
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"I'll talk to Greya. I'm going back to Phantom Island anyway."
Angor nodded. Sunders had a log-in device, and he could use Nightmare Illusion to send Greya into the dream wasteland. Leaving it to Sunders was not a problem.
However, Angor noticed that Sunders' expression became a little serious after he finished talking about it.
Sunders slowly explained, "Goode told me that Sumesh sent me an illusion message, and he's currently at Phantom Island. That's why I'm going to Phantom Island. "
Angor remembered asking Butler Goode about Flora and Sumesh. According to Butler Goode, they left Phantom Island about a month ago and were nowhere to be found. Since Flora did a lot of preparations for the tea party, Butler Goode believed that they would return before the event.
However, Sumesh had sent him an illusion message instead. That was a little strange.
"I hope it's not a request for help," Angor muttered.
"Sumesh and Flora aren't the type to ask me for help. But I think it's very likely. They're not as good at causing trouble as you are, but they're not bad either. "
Sunders sighed and rubbed his temples. "I hope it's not something serious."
"… I don't think I've ever caused any trouble?"
Sunders glanced at Angor. "You've caused a lot of trouble. However, you're better than them. After you get into trouble, the benefits you bring are proportional to the trouble you're in. But they're only good at causing trouble. "
Sunders shook his head. "I'm going to Phantom Island now. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
With that, Sunders picked up the glass on the table and drained it in one gulp. He nodded at Angor and vanished into thin air.
When Sunders left, Angor muttered to himself, "Did I ever get into trouble? Really? "
He considered for a moment and said in his mind, "I don't think so.
Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Angor shook his head and left the dream wasteland.
…
He returned to the real world. Instead of meditating like he always did, he looked around and began to think. He wasn't thinking about whether he had caused any trouble. Instead, he was thinking about the hidden room.
When he left the Star Pond Ruins, the sudden inspiration he had did not seem to be a result of his thoughts being controlled.
According to Sunders and Tree Spirit, the Astral Pool Ruin might have something to do with this place. He had stayed in this ruin for a long time and was contaminated by the aura here. That was why he resonated with the Star Pond Ruin, which triggered his inspiration.
If this inference was correct, then the hidden room in the ruins had to be dealt with seriously.
At first, he thought that since the owner of the ruin was an alchemist, he might as well look for the hidden room. Maybe he could find something useful.
He didn't really care whether he could find it or not.
But now that he had deduced that this ruin was related to the Star Pond Ruin, he had to find this hidden room. Perhaps, the hidden room here contained information related to the ruins under the Star Pond.
As for how to find the hidden room, their only clue was the broken rune on the knight's armor.
With that in mind, Angor placed the armor on the table and decided to try to fix the rune.
Time passed by quickly. Morning Star Qiming cut through the night sky. Following the illumination of the outside world, it was the morning of the second day.
[Warning! External object has entered the dream wasteland! ]
Angor was still immersed in fixing the rune when he was interrupted by a message from the Dream Gate.
He rubbed his sore eyes and focused his mind on the Tree of Authority.
His thoughts slowly peeled away and merged with the Dream Gate. A pitch-black world appeared in his field of vision. The only thing that shone in this world was a bridge.
It was the Bridge of Dreams.
At the end of the bridge was a glowing entrance. This entrance was the so-called Dream Realm Door.
Standing in front of the entrance was a fat woman with heavy makeup who looked like a mountain of meat. She was looking at the entrance curiously, as if she wanted to see what was inside.
At the same time, Angor received another message from the Dream Gate. [Warning! Marked party has entered the dream wasteland!] [Warning!]
Sunders entered the dream wasteland without hesitation. The "mountain of meat" in front of the Dream Gate was, of course, Greya.
Using the Dream Gate, he carefully inspected Greya. It had been a while since he last saw Greya's original appearance, so he almost couldn't recognize her.
Angor wasn't surprised that Greya showed up in the dream wasteland in her original appearance. In Greya's mind, this was her original appearance, and she liked it very much.
"So it's the professor who brought Greya here." Angor waved a hand and allowed Greya to enter the dream wasteland through the Dream Gate. At the same time, Greya didn't need to be reminded anymore.
"I wonder how Greya will react when she sees the dream wasteland?" Angor wanted to see Greya's reaction, but he didn't choose to enter the dream wasteland in the end.
Greya had just entered the dream wasteland, and Angor didn't want to keep answering her questions.
Besides, he wasn't sure how much he should tell Greya about the dream wasteland. But he knew that Sunders already knew, so there was no need for him to enter the dream wasteland right now.
It was better to let Greya have a basic understanding of the dream wasteland first. He could always meet her later.
With that in mind, Angor pulled his mind away from the Tree of Authority and focused on the knight armor in front of him.
When he looked at the broken runes on the armor again, he suddenly felt a little dizzy. Last night, he tried to fix the runes on the armor.
Angor accepted the challenge again, and he lost again.
Just like last time, he couldn't study them anymore.
The runes were simply too broken. Each corner of the runes had more than a hundred different arrangements. Who could tell which one was the correct one?
Also, he had to figure out what kind of magic array the runes were supposed to form. That was way too difficult.
Even with his super brain activated, Angor still couldn't figure out a way to solve the problem.
The runes didn't look like much, but now, they were like an insurmountable mountain in Angor's eyes.
"Do I really have to spend several years to fix this rune?" Angor rubbed his forehead and mumbled to himself.
: Yes. : Yes.
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