Judging from its appearance, Angor was sure that it was a Message Mushroom.
However, compared to the Message Mushroom he saw outside, this one was at least twice as large. It looked like a giant mushroom tree. Apart from that, there was something else special about the mushroom. For example, there was a round eyeball above the mouth of the mushroom.
The eyeball was staring at Angor.
However, when Angor looked at the mushroom, it quickly closed its eyes in a panic.
Angor looked at the mushroom carefully and muttered to himself, "So this is the main body of the Message Mushroom?"
As soon as he finished, he heard a rough voice speaking, "Esteemed Shava, you are correct. This is the main body of the Message Mushroom. "
Angor's expression did not change at all. He did not even bother to look at the mushroom. "So, the Message Mushroom is cultivated through its spores?"
"Yes, its offspring are spread through spores. But the main body is not cultivated through spores. Instead, it needs a mycelial clone inside the main body." Angor immediately got his answer. "Esteemed Shava, are you going to cultivate a Message Mushroom?"
Angor kept looking at the fat mushroom for a while before he slowly looked at the source of the voice behind the mushroom.
When he was outside the castle, he saw a fountain behind the mushroom. He thought it was the statue that was talking to him. To his surprise, it was the statue's hat that spoke.
It was a pure white top hat with black ribbons.
There were two round eyes and an unbelievably large mouth on the top of the hat. The two round eyes were staring at Angor curiously.
Angor's expression did not change. He was not pretending. His mind was basically the same as his appearance. The top hat did look strange, but this was an extension of the Nightmare Realm. Anything strange could happen here.
Angor nodded. "I'm just a little interested."
"If you're interested, I can give you a mycelial clone later."
Angor chuckled in a meaningful way. After a while, he nodded. "Alright."
The man looked a little nervous. Hearing Angor's answer, he sighed in relief and began to tell Angor how to split the mycelium in a relaxed tone.
Angor did not seem to mind, but he was actually thinking about something else.
His previous series of actions, including his muttering and conversation, were actually a simple test. First, he tried to see if there were any creatures paying attention to him. After getting a positive answer, he tried to see if the identity of "Shava" could still work in this mystic castle.
Angor hinted that he wanted to cultivate a Message Mushroom to test Shava's bottom line.
The hat's respectful way of addressing him and offering a mycelial clone without hesitation meant that Shava's identity could still work here.
Angor was not completely certain... There had to be a reason why he was brought here. But what could it be if it was not malicious?
Angor did not dare to lower his guard even though he got some information from the hat.
He even wanted to test Shava's bottom line a little more. But he knew better than to go too far. He was still in Shava's territory, and he could easily fall into a bottomless abyss if he overestimated himself.
While the hat explained the difficulty of cultivating a mycelial clone, Angor slowly looked down at the statue.
It was a pure white statue made of a material he had never seen before. It seemed to be a mixture of some special clay and other additives, which gave the statue a smooth texture like porcelain.
The statue was not a human being. It was a white mouse wearing a top hat and a pure white tuxedo. The mouse was tying a bow around its neck with both hands.
The mouse's buttocks were raised so high that a cup of tea could be placed on it. His curved white tail curled up to the sky as he lifted the top hat behind him … After all, the top hat was too big and his head was too small. He was afraid that the top hat would directly cover his face, so in order to maintain a good image, he had to use his tail to lift the top hat.
The statue looked funny, and even cute.
But Angor did not doubt that it was a powerful Nightmare Realm creature. After all, most Nightmare Realm creatures who could dress up like human nobles were powerful.
He moved his gaze away from the statue and looked around.
According to some customs in the modern world, statues were usually placed in front of a castle to sing praises to ancestors or someone who made great contributions.
But Angor did not know if such customs would work in this place. However, to be able to erect such a statue here, the white mouse was undoubtedly a big shot.
Angor had seen Mystic Lady's appearance before. He did not see her face, but he was sure that this statue was not Mystic Lady. Perhaps she was standing here with a higher status than Mi Jin Niang?
Could it be Mister Nuka?
Angor had a lot of guesses, but he did not have a reason to ask now, so he had to hold back his curiosity.
"After talking for so long, don't you think you should introduce yourself first?" Angor spoke in an indifferent tone unique to nobles. He gave the hat a "you're being rude" look.
The hat's round eyes paused for a moment. "I-I don't have an official name. But for some reason, you can call me 'Mad'."
"Mad …" Angor muttered. He remembered Mad Mister mentioned in the mushroom forum earlier. It was probably this top hat.
Angor nodded. He wanted to change the topic to the statue after asking about the hat's identity, but he decided against it. After all, this statue only looked like a statue, but who knew if it would suddenly speak like a top hat later?
Besides, if the statue really belonged to someone powerful, Angor did not know if he could hide his identity. If Shava knew the mouse on the statue, it would be even harder to ask.
Angor changed the topic. "Is Mystic Lady still in the castle?"
Hearing this question, the Mad Man suddenly became silent. After a long while, he said, "Yes, the Mystic Lady is in the castle, but she …"
Halfway through, the Mad Scientist suddenly paused. After a long time, he said, "Actually, Jin Niang, she …"
Angor wanted to hear more from the "mad man", but the "mad man" kept pausing. It seemed the "mad man" didn't know where to start.
He considered for a moment and decided not to ask any more questions. Instead, he strode toward the castle.
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