Freud knew how to possess people as well, but his ability was a branch of Lady Shila's Dead Soul Vision.
Freud could only possess people whose souls had left their bodies in the Dead Soul Vision. Since the original owner's soul had already left the body, the person he possessed was already half-dead. Even if the original owner's soul was summoned back after the possession ended, Freud's ability would still infect the original owner's body with a large amount of death aura. If the original owner wasn't a supernatural, he wouldn't be able to survive.
Therefore, Freud's possession wasn't like Alda's, where he could control the degree of possession without harming the mortals.
Freud wasn't a bloodthirsty man either, and he couldn't bring himself to kill mortals just to satisfy his cravings. Moreover, the mortals in Starlake Castle were sent by Neya.
Therefore, Freud could only envy Alda in secret.
Freud knew that Alda wasn't playing a malicious prank. It was just that he had been an undead for too long and finally got the chance to relive the good times when he was still alive. That was why he secretly possessed people.
Freud understood why, but Alda's actions had already made the people in Starlake Castle tremble in fear. So, no matter what, Freud wanted to give Alda a warning. However, he still needed to wait for the right time.
Alda gave him a headache, but it wasn't a big deal. Alda wouldn't harm anyone.
What really made him feel bad was Sunny. Compared to Alda, Sunny's state of mind was on a whole other level. So far, Freud hadn't finished cultivating his soul yet.
From time to time, Sunny's violent aura would burst out. She was always hovering on the edge of depravity, which frightened Freud a lot.
Freud stayed near the altar almost every day, and whenever things went south, he would use Prelude to Reincarnation to pull Sunny back from the brink of falling.
The good news was that Sunny was always on the brink of falling, but she didn't really take the first step.
Recently, Sunny's condition was getting better. She used to be on the brink of falling every day, but now, she was on the brink of falling once every two days. That was why Freud could occasionally find some free time to go to the dream wasteland to take care of chores.
However, Freud didn't relax even though Sunny's condition was improving. Just because things were getting better didn't mean that there wouldn't be any mistakes. If Sunny made a single mistake, everything would be lost.
After telling Freud about Sunny and Alda's recent situation, he talked about what happened after the mass sacrifice in Yinyun Duchy.
The source and final destination of the sacrifice were still unknown, so he didn't talk to Freud about it. What Freud wanted to talk about was the whereabouts of the soul of the farmer who was killed by Little Sam.
"Neya was doing her surveillance all over the country. Neya's name. "Freud Freud's name was To Alda's to be told to to to to the farmer...
"The first place Freud Freud's to the brink of the duchy... A group of freshly graduated students went to the outskirts for a picnic. They were attacked by an unknown spirit in the Black Forest, and three of them died. The students who ran back went to the Night Watch Knight. Based on the description of the students, the Night Watch Knight concluded that it was the spirit of the farm owner. By the time the Freud Freud Freud's team was sent to Black Forest to investigate, the man was already gone.
"The other sources of information were from Oushal Forest, Whitney Lumber Mill, Wooded Town, and Steel City. According to the reports of the local knights, there were signs of ghosts appearing in all of those places. There might be some misunderstandings, but one thing is for sure. Whitney Lumber Mill was visited by a ghost. The local knights saw the ghost face to face, but they couldn't tell whether it was the farmer or not because of the darkness.
"The latest news is that a ghost appeared in the outskirts of Saint Sem City. This news is basically confirmed because Neya personally went to investigate and sensed the aura of undead. "
Freud described the locations in detail, which were basically the routes from the Silver Yun Duchy to Saint Sem City. If they were to connect them together, it would be almost a straight line.
"If this spirit is really the farm owner that Sam Jr. killed, he might have already arrived at Saint Sem City."
"That fast?" Angor frowned.
Traveling from Yinyun Duchy to the capital of Central Empire by carriage would take at least one and a half to two months. If Freud's prediction was correct, it had been less than two weeks since the farmer's soul was discovered and he arrived in Saint Sem City.
It was not that the speed of the undead could not reach such a level, but the undead also had to abide by the basic law of conservation of energy. Such a fast running speed must have consumed its own energy. How did it replenish its energy so quickly, and at the same time?
Angor was even more curious about the fact that the ghost was just a newborn, so it shouldn't have stored too much energy in its body.
Therefore, Angor believed that the ghost in the outskirts of Saint Sem City wasn't the farmer's ghost. It was rare for a mortal to give birth to a soul after death, but it wasn't impossible. Maybe the ghost was just a lucky soul.
Of course, Freud's theory wasn't entirely correct. If the ghost was the farmer's ghost, then it was possible that the ghost had some special abilities, or it had a helper behind the scenes. Maybe it was the culprit behind the mass sacrifice.
With this in mind, Angor told Freud to pay more attention to Star Lake Castle.
If the farmer really did give birth to a soul, it was almost certain that the farmer was an undead, and it was caused by Sam's near-spirit body. The enemy came all the way to Saint Sem City just to kill Little Sam.
Angor had to keep an eye on Sam's surroundings.
"I understand," Freud said. "So does Neya. That's why she sent a group of royal wizards to set up a defense line around Star Lake Castle. Neya herself is also active around Star Lake Castle in order to protect little Sam. "
As the leader of the Silver Heron Royal Family, Neya's action wasn't obvious, but it definitely involved the entire country.
Neya was trying to please Angor and compensate the Silver Heron Royal Family for what they did to Sam's family.
…
After chatting with Freud for a while, Lucien asked Freud about his latest research project and said goodbye to him.
Since Sunders wasn't around, Angor planned to visit the new city to kill some time. However, when he walked to the balcony, he glanced at the dappled sunlight coming through the window and recalled the scene where Dumartin was reading a document under the sunlight.
Angor considered for a moment and decided to go to the room next to Freud's office.
Since Dumartin invited him, Angor would like to know what they were going to talk about.
The door to the room next to Dumartin's office wasn't closed, so Angor could see Dumartin sitting there. Just like in Freud's office, Dumartin wasn't sitting in front of his desk. Instead, he was leaning against the window and reading under the afternoon sunlight.
From what Angor could see, Dumartin looked like a stubborn academic professor.
But when he thought about the rumors about Dumartin, Angor felt that the peaceful scene was about to be torn apart.
Angor shook his head and knocked on the door.
"The door's open. Come in." Dumartin raised his eyebrows. The sunlight shone into his eyes, illuminating his light brown irises. However, the center of his pupils appeared even darker and more profound.
Angor nodded to Dumartin as a form of greeting. Then, Dumartin gestured for them to sit on opposite sides of the sofa.
Dumartin took a seat and placed a pile of documents on the coffee table.
Angor glanced at the title: "Records of the 13th Batch of New Residents".
Just as Freud said, Dumartin was only looking at personal information about the residents of the Dream Realm.
"You seem to be interested in the information about the residents of Foundation City. Do you know anyone?" Angor pointed at the files on the table and started a random topic.
Dumartin chuckled. "I was born on Fey Continent."
Most of the residents of Foundation City came from the Land of Revelation and the Old Earth. In other words, Dumartin didn't know anyone from Foundation City.
Dumartin paused for a moment. "I'm interested in the residents of Foundation City. But I don't care about their identities. I'm interested in their body structure."
So you're after their bodies, Angor thought to himself.
"I've already observed them. Their body structure is very strange. They look exactly like humans. They have hunger and desire, but they can still survive if they don't satisfy their desires. Their physiological cycle looks like it's moving, but it's actually very slow. It's almost like they've stopped moving. If this happens in the real world, they'll either die or fall into a deep slumber. "
Dumartin's interest was piqued at the mention of the body structure. He changed from a courteous and elegant noble to a scholar who was obsessed with research. He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of madness in his eyes from time to time.
Angor could tell that Dumartin's "research" was nothing more than a small splash on the surface of a lake. The truth was hidden under the surface of the lake.
"So, you're looking at their information because you want to study their body structure? Forgive me for reminding you, but their body structure is almost exactly the same as yours. "Angor was implying that Dumartin should look at his own body structure.
"I have indeed studied my body to a certain extent, but I can't be sure what will happen if I study my body too much. Maybe I'll break this body and I won't be able to enter the Dream Wasteland in the future. So … "
"So, you decided to transfer the damage to someone else and put your research on someone else."
"That's right," Dumartin said. The corners of Dumatin's lips curled up, and his eyes narrowed into slits. "This is also the main purpose of my exchange with you this time."
"You want me to join your research?"
"I hope you can give me some people." Dumartin pointed at the documents on the table. "These will do. Of course, it's better if you can join us. "
Angor looked at Dumartin. "Is this your request?"
He asked this because he wanted to show Dumartin that he owed Dumartin a favor.
Dumartin chuckled. "Yes. But Angor, aren't you curious about their body structure at all?"
Dumartin tossed the ball back to Angor. He knew that Angor was trying to erase his debt, but he also knew that Angor didn't know much about the Dream Wasteland. As the creator of the dream wasteland, Dumartin must want to have full control over everything as well. If Angor wanted to share his research data with him, he would still owe Angor a favor. After all, it was a win-win situation.
"Are you sure I don't know anything about their bodies?" Angor pondered for a moment.
"If you did, you wouldn't have asked Freud to provide such detailed information about the residents of the Dream Realm. Their physiological changes are also included in the list." Dumartin shook his head. If you need to remember all these details, doesn't that mean you don't know anything about them? "
"Besides, since you're willing to talk to me about this topic, the answer is already on the table."
Seeing Dumartin's grin, Angor didn't show it on his face, but he was cursing the old fox in his mind.
As he said, he supported Dumartin's research on Dream Dwellers. However, he was planning to show Dumartin the results of his research to Angor through his authority.
But now that Dumartin mentioned it, Angor couldn't do that. He could only share his research results in secret.
Angor cursed Dumartin in his mind, but he had to admit that Dumartin wasn't just a sly old fox. Dumartin's observation skills were amazing, and he was also very good at analyzing people's expressions.
Angor didn't know what to do. Besides, he needed Dumartin's research too.
Angor sighed in his mind. "I'm really curious about their body structure. I can give you a group of Dream Wastelanders for your research. But I can't do that. "
Angor pointed at the Record of the 13th Batch of Wastelanders. These people were all good people who suffered from terrible illnesses before they died. Moreover, their experimental data had paved the way for Jon to enter the dream wasteland, which could be considered meritorious.
Therefore, Angor didn't plan to let them become Dumartin's research subjects.
As for Dumartin's real research subjects, they were the unforgivable criminals in prison. Even if there weren't enough criminals in the dream wasteland, Dumartin could still capture some from the real world.
Dumartin hesitated for a moment. The Record of the 13th Batch of Wastelanders contained more detailed records, which would make things easier for Dumartin.
But since Angor didn't want to use them, Dumartin nodded.
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