After talking about Greya, Angor asked about the Tidal Realm.
Sunders frowned. "Not bad. I saw a lot of old men who don't mean what they say."
"Old men who don't mean what they say?"
Sunders hesitated for a moment before he began to explain.
They had arrived at Wildstone Wasteland, but they didn't follow Angor's route. Instead, they went around several elemental territories.
Every time they arrived at a place, Rein would talk to the local kings and wise men in a friendly, sincere, and "honest" manner.
Frightened by the "Witch's Confession", these kings and wise men all showed their true colors. Many people who looked cold and aloof on the outside were actually different on the inside. This was what they meant by saying different things.
According to Jon's words, people who said bad things were honest.
For example, the king of Tusk Desert, Sandstorm Sandstorm, was rumored to be a stubborn and unreasonable man who set all kinds of strict rules for Tusk Desert. Anyone who disobeyed the rules would be thrown into the sand dungeon like a dictator.
However, the truth was that Sandstorm Sandstorm suffered from severe paranoia.
With the Witch's confession, every time Sandstorm Storm spoke, he would go in a strange direction. For example, he said, "What?
"We hope to reach an agreement with Lord Sandstorm. What do you think, Your Highness?" Rein asked sincerely.
Sandstorm Sandstorm grunted and stirred up a storm of sand. "I'll think about it. Think about it my ass! That old man is a powerful human, and he doesn't care about other people's opinions. He's here to hurt me! If he wants to invade the desert, he'll throw me into the sea and turn me into a pile of mud! Say something, Bitter Platinum! Get him out of here! I'm scared … "
Angor was also surprised by this.
He did not see Sandstorm Storm the last time he went to the Tooth Extraction Desert, but through various signs, he had already guessed that this was a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder and paranoia.
But he didn't know that Sandstorm Sandstorm had a little princess who relied on the wise men.
What should he say? Mommy's boy?
"How did Mister Rein react?" Angor asked.
Sunders shrugged. "He didn't react at all. But the others reacted strongly, especially Icefrost Yzert and Gentle Wind Uranus. And Sandstorm Sandstorm left right away.
"Luckily, with Namicui's help and Bitter Platinum's persuasion, as well as Rhine's confession of the witch's weakness, Sandstorm Storm was finally coaxed back."
Sunders couldn't help but let out a sigh when he said this.
Angor wasn't there, but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed for Sandstorm Sandstorm when he recalled what happened.
This was no longer a problem of not being able to maintain his image. As the lord of a territory, he was in danger of losing his dignity.
Of course, from an outsider's point of view, it seemed quite cute. However, the audience at the center of the vortex would probably rather not see it. . and the elemental's Sandstorm Sandstorm.. were afraid of the Sandstorm Sandstorm.
Apart from Sandstorm, there were several other Sovereigns who did not share the same opinion. For example, Fallen Chariot Neil, the Sovereign of Wildstone Wasteland.
His Highness Fallen Earth was a steady person. It was just that he liked to use words too much, but the profound words he used often didn't convey his meaning. Angor had experienced this before.
Angor didn't know what Fallen Chariot Neil was thinking when he said those words. Sunders helped him out this time.
"The future you described is foggy, and I can't accept it in a hurry. I cannot imagine how such a colossal work could triumph over the vulgarity of the old days. [I've finally used it. Portia said that the gem in her hand is foggy again. Now that I've used it, she'll definitely praise me, right?] The foggy surface was a hazy advancement, and it also showed that I was knowledgeable. Also, the last sentence was something that Carolyn Kis had once said. Using a famous quote once again showed how deep my foundation was. This group of foolish humans must have fallen head over heels in love with my famous quote. Hahahahaha! "
How should he evaluate it? Angor felt that Fallen Chariot Neil's situation was better than Sandstorm Sandstorm Sandstorm Sandstorm. There were quite a few who looked steady on the outside but acted like a show-off on the inside.
Still, when he thought about Fallen Chariot Neil's gigantic body, Angor couldn't help but feel a little confused.
But with these examples, Angor didn't find it so hard to accept that he liked drinking milk. Drinking milk wasn't something to be ashamed of.
"That's the general situation. Some of them didn't agree with what they said, but with Nai Meicui here, they all agreed."
Everything was going well. Most of them agreed. There were a few cautious sovereigns who didn't express their opinions directly, but they all agreed to go to the Fire Domain for further discussion. As long as they were willing to talk, there was still room for further discussion. Generally speaking, things were going well.
Of course, there were also some elemental sovereigns who didn't like humans, but they were in the minority. Even if they objected, they would still have to submit to the current situation.
"Since you and Mister Rein are already at Wildstone Wasteland, will you go to the Fire Domain next?" Angor asked. If he went to the Fire Domain, he would have to return to Tidal Realm.
Sunders nodded. "Yes, I'm going to meet Magoo the Wise. But you don't have to rush back. We still need to wait for the other sovereigns to arrive. I'll let you know when most of them are here. "
Angor nodded.
Angor and Sunders spent the rest of the time talking about the ruin, the clues they found, and the mission Ness assigned to them.
Sunders didn't care too much about Angor's quest. He only sighed when he heard that Night Butterfly might have died.
Compared to the ruin, Sunders cared more about Angor's progress in studying the mirror space.
Of course, Angor wasn't going to hide it from Sunders.
He told him about the progress of the analysis of the Mirror Dimension, and also told him about his current troubles.
"Space measurement and the arrangement of illusion nodes," Sunders muttered. "I can't give you too much advice. You'll have to figure it out yourself. However, the spell I created, 'Nightmare Substitute', involves the use of space and nightmare illusions. When you come to the Tidal Realm, I'll show you some of the data of the Nightmare Substitute. Perhaps it will give you some inspiration. "
Nightmare Substitute was one of Sunders' signature spells. It could create a Nightmare to break through space, or use the Nightmare's ability to ignore space to escape from a hopeless situation.
The spell contained the power of space, but it didn't mean Sunders could control it like an extension of his own body.
The reason why Sunders was able to create such a powerful spell and use it to its fullest potential was that he had the Blackgold Nightmare Bloodline from the Nightmare Realm. The Black-Gold Nightmare Bloodline gave him a natural ability to control space. This ability came from his bloodline, not from studying the nature of space.
Sunders did manage to create some spatial abilities with the help of the Black-Gold Nightmare Bloodline, but they all relied on the bloodline itself and couldn't give Angor much inspiration.
Angor still had to figure it out himself.
"I understand. Thank you, sir." Angor bowed to Sunders. Sunders only gave him the data of Nightmare Substitute, but it was already impressive enough. If Angor had other intentions, he could easily find the flaws of the spell. The fact that Sunders was willing to give Angor the data meant he trusted Angor greatly. This was why Angor bowed to Sunders.
"It's for my own good. I hope to see more research on the combination of space and illusion." Sunders accepted the salute and spoke in a plain tone, "That's for my own good.
"I'll try my best to study the mirror dimension. But I won't be able to do it fast since it involves the power of space."
Sunders gave Angor a meaningful look and smiled. "I believe in your speed."
Angor was going to say "But I don't believe it myself", but before he could say anything, he accidentally met Sunders' eyes. Angor felt that Sunders was trying to tell him something in those eyes. However, after a careful search, he found nothing.
"Sir, you —" Angor wanted to ask something.
Sunders cut him off, "I'm going offline now. I need time to sort out the data of your Nightmare Substitute and Greya's body. Let's talk later. If you need anything, leave a message in the group. "
With that, Sunders' figure slowly turned blurry and disappeared along with the fluttering butterflies.
Angor thought for a moment and logged out as well.
Time flew. Two days later.
He took Sunny out of the mirror space again and returned to Star Lake Castle while Sunny went somewhere else to rest.
At the entrance of the castle, a gray-haired man wearing a pair of gold-chained reading glasses quickly greeted Angor.
"Sir, we have a reply to the matter you asked us to investigate," Drew said respectfully.
Angor stopped and looked at Druid. "Look up and tell me."
"Yes, sir." Druid looked up. "I received a magic message this morning. A low-leveled apprentice has arrived at Lloyds. According to your information, sir, he did find traces of the Sand of Time. But he didn't see anyone. Has that lord already left? "
"If the mark is still there, he should be there. But he won't see you if you're not his customers. " Angor nodded. "I see. I'll take care of the rest."
Angor tossed several magic crystals to Druid as payment. "I'm going to Lloyds. When Freud comes back, tell him what happened here. He'll understand."
He didn't return to Star Lake Castle. Instead, he flashed and disappeared from the area.
In the next second, he was already thousands of meters above the ground.
Angor summoned Gondola and patted Toby's feathers. "Let's go. I'll pay you back in double later."
With that, he signaled Speed Spirit to head southeast at full speed.
Angor was planning to go to the underwater paradise called Lloyds to buy some materials from the Ashen Traders. He wanted to test out his modified formula for the Red Boiling Water. Also, he wanted to make some practice items to test the "Mad Hatter's Coronation".
After all, it had been a while since he obtained the Mystery item. His excitement had calmed down a lot. It was time for him to study it.
…
Deep inside Devil's Water, there was an island covered in mist.
A man whose face was covered by a gray beard, leaving only his eyes, nose, and a small part of his cheekbones exposed. He was looking at a skinny man who was looking at him with a cunning and excited expression.
"It's from Little Flea. It's true," the skinny man said. The thin and small man's saliva flew everywhere. However, in this cramped and dirty little house, no one cared about the issue of hygiene.
"Apparently, it's a foreign woman. The first thing Boss Man did was to bring her to the 'pig pen'. Little Flea only took one look at her, but that one look was all it took for Little Flea's soul to run away. "
"She's a very, very beautiful woman. Her body is curvy, and her skin is so white you can squeeze milk out of it. The only thing is, she's covered in wounds. One of them is as big as a bowl. But you're lucky, Captain. Boss Man took her to the pig pen, but he won't touch her until she's healed. Captain, we can use this chance to kidnap her. Maybe she's still a virgin. "
As the skinny guy spoke, his eyes began to blur as he imagined the image of a perfect goddess in his mind.
"Really?" The bearded man didn't believe it.
"It's true, it's definitely true!" "Captain, you know that Little Flea and I grew up together. Little Flea has no reason to lie to me."
"Then … how did she get to the island?"
"It's said that she clung to a wooden board and floated along with the sea current. Looking at her injuries, she was probably washed away by the monsters in the sea or the crazy turbulence. "
The bearded man exclaimed, "She floated along the wooden board. That's not simple."
This sea area was very scary. Not only were there monsters, but there were also terrible sea waves. They didn't even dare to go out to sea for two or three miles. A weak woman could actually float to the island by clinging to a wooden board, and she was seriously injured. This was a bit unbelievable.
"Captain, what you said seems to make sense. Little Flea said that the woman was wearing soft armor. Maybe she's a strong female warrior. "
The skinny man shook his head. "But so what if she's strong? She's stranded on this island full of stinky men. Does she dare to resist? Anyway, she can't escape from this island. She can only be a pig in the future. "
"Captain, hurry up and make a decision. Should we go or not?"
The bearded captain seemed to be deep in thought, weighing the pros and cons.
"A woman, Captain, it's a woman!"
"And a beautiful woman!"
"Captain, haven't you had enough of these days? You're surrounded by men …"
The bearded captain looked at the skinny man with a meaningful look. "You're right. It's not good to be surrounded by men. However, the situation is not clear now. Boss Man is also very strong. If we really want to snatch her, we need to go all out … I'm afraid some people won't be willing. "
"How about this, let's go and take a look first. If that woman is really as beautiful as you say, at least the chances of persuading them will be higher. "
The skinny man pointed at himself and then at the bearded man. "Ship, Captain … Wait, just the two of us? Are we going to deliver food? "
"What food? We'll sneak a look and come back."
The skinny man looked unwilling. "No … Why don't you go alone? The last time I passed by Boss Man's place from afar, I felt pairs of green eyes looking at me. I'm scared. "
"What are you scared of? You dared to instigate me. Now you're leaving? It's decided. If you want a woman, come with me! "
After that, the bearded man didn't care about the skinny man's wishes. He directly grabbed him by the collar and strode out of the house.
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