There was no such thing as swaddling clothes in the Mirror Realm. Perhaps there were swaddling clothes in other Mirror Realms, but not in this one.
However, this didn't mean Laplace didn't know about swaddling clothes.
There were too many images floating in the Mirror Sea, including scenes from ordinary people's homes. Swaddling clothes weren't a rare sight.
Laplace looked at the murals in the changing light and shadow seriously and pondered for a long time.
At first, she didn't think Angor was referring to swaddling clothes. But as time went by, the concept of swaddling clothes became more and more clear in her mind. When she looked at the painting again, she really did see the outline of swaddling clothes.
It was like reading a constellation. Ordinary people couldn't make any complicated connections even if they knew several coordinates of a certain constellation. But when an astrologer explained it to you seriously and connected the dots in your mind, the constellation's image would immediately become solid.
The same was true for the light in front of her eyes. Before being pointed out, she didn't think anything of it.
However, when the concept of "swaddling clothes" appeared in his mind, he could no longer see any other images when he looked at the light and shadow. No matter where she looked, no matter what time she looked at it, it was still swaddling clothes.
Laplace didn't think it was because of her mind's shackles. Since she could only see swaddling clothes in her mind, maybe Angor was right.
But why was there a painting of swaddling clothes at the top of the tree?
Laplace thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. She could only look at Angor with hope.
Angor scratched the wood spirit on his arm to make it loosen up a bit. "I'm just saying. I can't be sure if it's swaddling clothes or not. But if it's swaddling clothes, it can also mean birth. Maybe this place was once the birthplace of some creatures. "
Angor couldn't help but think about the Elven Tree recorded in the hologram tablet on Earth.
He didn't know what kind of influence the authors on Earth were under. Many authors would describe the birth of elves as asexual reproduction, or simply as elves born from the fruit of the elven tree.
Once the Elven Tree showed signs of withering, the number of elves would start to decline.
If this tree was really an Elven Tree, and there used to be "elves" living here, this might be the place where those elves were born. Or perhaps, it was the place where one was baptized after being born.
Of course, this was just his imagination. He could not tell anything from the mural alone.
More importantly, he did not think that his deciphering of "swaddling cloth" was correct.
Laplace, on the other hand, was serious about what he said. She did not trust Angor that much. She trusted herself and Gleipnir's interpretation.
Gleipnir was her, and she was Gleipnir. Gleipnir did not react to the "swaddling clothes", and Laplace's mind was also filled with swaddling clothes. This was not normal. It felt a little like … inspiration, or an omen?
Since that was the case, Laplace was certain that it was the swaddling cloth.
"Birthplace … Makes sense. But I still need more information. Are you interested in seeing the other murals?" Laplace looked at Angor and asked, "What do you think?"
As far as Laplace was concerned, if Angor could uncover the truth of the murals, the other murals might be able to help him as well.
"Of course I'm interested. Speaking of which, I have some questions for you, Ms. Laplace. "
"What questions?"
"Nothing to do with the murals."
Laplace asked, "Then … is it related to Sweet Dreams? Did you find a solution to your research project? "
Angor hesitated. "Yes, it's related to Sweet Dream. But I still need to see how it goes. I just need to ask some questions."
"If you have any questions, you can ask them now."
"There's no need to rush. We can talk about it while we walk," said Angor.
Laplace nodded noncommittally, turned around, and flew to the edge of the branch. Seeing this, Angor followed without hesitation.
Laplace looked back at Angor and canceled his flying spell. He began to fall to the ground in a freefalling manner.
Angor followed her without hesitation.
Several seconds later, they returned to the bottom of the tree.
This time, they didn't fly up like before. Instead, they followed the winding tree trunk like a small path and slowly walked up.
Laplace finally landed on the ground. Her silver hair touched the trunk of the tree, creating a beautiful trail of light as she moved forward.
Looking from afar, Angor could see ancient trees, luxuriant leaves, and mottled shadows. Laplace looked like an elf queen who was about to ascend to her throne.
Angor's aura was not as intimidating as Laplace's.
Of course, he wasn't planning to compete with Laplace. Besides, he wasn't as strong as Laplace anyway, so it was only natural that Laplace 'aura was stronger than him.
Angor quickly walked in front of Laplace until he was half a body's length away from her. It was not that he looked like Laplace's follower. It was just that he did not want to step on Laplace's long hair.
"You're not going to ask?" Laplace looked at Angor.
"I'm going to ask a personal question. Do you dream, Ms. Laplace?"
Laplace asked, "Are you trying to ask me if I'm affected by Sweet Dreams?"
Angor waved a hand. "No. I'm just curious. I'm just curious whether a creature born in a mirror like Laplace can sleep and dream. "
Laplace didn't know why Angor asked such a question, but he still answered in a serious manner, "I can sleep. As for dreams … Apart from Sweet Dreams, I've only experienced them a long, long time ago."
"A long time ago?"
"Maybe two thousand years ago, or three thousand years ago. I don't really care about such trivial things."
"Did you never sleep again after that? Or did you sleep but not dream?" Angor was a little confused.
Laplace said, "My main body is still hibernating."
In other words, Laplace could sleep, but she never dreamed again.
"Is this an isolated case or a common one?" Angor pondered for a moment.
Lapras was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"In your dreams." Are you the only one who hasn't dreamt for a long time, Ms. Laplace? Or are all the creatures in this mirror region not dreaming for a long time? "
"I don't know. Only a few creatures can come to the Mirror Sea. Even if they do, I'm not interested in their dreams."
After a moment of silence, Laplace asked, "Why? Are you interested in this?"
"Yes." Angor nodded.
Laplace: "Can you tell me why? Does it have anything to do with your research on Sweet Dream? "
"We'll see if it matters or not," said Angor. But even if it does, it won't affect my research too much. "
"Have you ever heard of the Dream Realm, Miss Laplace?" Angor considered for a moment before he decided to reveal the truth to Laplace.
"I've heard of it, but I've never seen it before. The Mirror Sea doesn't reflect anything about the Dream Realm."
In other words, even if there was a mirror surface in the Dream Realm, the things reflected in it wouldn't flow into the Mirror Domain.
"Just like the Mirror World, the Dream Realm is a special world. The logic of the Mirror World is that as long as there is a mirror surface, it will reflect the space inside the mirror and turn it into a Mirror Domain. As for the Dream Realm, as long as there are creatures dreaming, it will become the territory of the Dream Realm.
"I've done some research on the Dream Realm, so I'm going to start from there and see how the Dream Realm affects the Mirror World." Angor added, "After all, Sweet Dream is also a 'dream', and it's located in the Mirror Domain. The two special worlds intersected because of the Sweet Dream. I'm wondering if I can analyze the Sweet Dream from this perspective. "
Most of what Angor said was true. However, he didn't mention anything about the research.
Laplace pondered for a moment. "Your Wise Alchemist told me a lot of research points, but this is something I've never heard of before. But I think it's interesting. "
"Even if it's not about Sweet Dream, it's still interesting."
"Yes, the Mirror World and the Dream Realm are special worlds. No one has ever tried to find out whether or not they will meet, and to what extent. Since you know something about the Dream Realm, maybe you can find a way to answer my question. "
Laplace paused. "I don't know if other mirror creatures are like me, but I can send my" time "to help you ask."
"Thank you," said Angor.
Laplace waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm interested in your research as well. Can you tell me the result if you can? "
Angor nodded. "Sure."
Laplace smiled satisfactorily. Then, he stopped and closed his eyes as he started to meditate.
A moment later, Laplace opened his eyes again. "I've sent my" time "to different locations in the Mirror Domain to investigate."
Laplace briefly explained the method of investigation, which was a common method of investigating multiple locations, races, and ages.
This kind of investigation method was very comprehensive, and it could also make the final investigation result more credible.
It was clear that Laplace was interested in Angor's information, which was why he used such a detailed method.
However, because this method was more accurate, it took much longer than ordinary investigations.
Angor estimated that it would take at least several days. If he was any slower, ten days to half a month would have passed.
He considered for a moment. Since the matter was settled, there was no harm in delaying it a little longer.
With that in mind, Angor decided not to worry about the time.
Soon, they arrived at the first hole in the tree. There was a knot that looked like a burl, and the hole happened to be inside it, which turned it into a natural "tree house".
It wasn't an exaggeration to call it a "tree house" because it had a door.
The door wasn't locked, so Angor could easily push it open.
The first thing he saw after entering the tree house was a beautiful little room. There was a bed, a table, and a hollowed-out window. All the furniture was exquisitely crafted.
There was also a hollowed-out lamp grid carved into the shape of a shell on the wall. However, it was empty. There was neither a wick nor a flame inside.
Angor couldn't help but think about the settings of "elves" again. It seemed that the elves in the tablet were all top-notch craftsmen.
It was similar to the furniture and decorations in the room.
However, at first glance, although the room was beautiful, there was nothing noteworthy about it.
The only thing that seemed to be useful was the picture frame on the wall beside the door.
The picture frame was small, and there should be a mini painting inside. However, it was empty now.
Judging from the cleanliness of the room, the painting shouldn't have decayed yet. Maybe someone was still living in the room when the picture was taken.
But now the painting was gone. Did Laplace take it away?
Angor looked at Laplace. Before he asked, Laplace already knew what he was thinking. "There wasn't a painting in the frame at first."
"But there were some energy scratches inside. According to the Wise Ruler, it's not a normal painting. It's an image created by energy, just like your illusions.
Unfortunately, there's no way to restore it now. "
Angor followed Laplace's words and saw some strange scratches on the ground. He didn't know if they were energy traces, but he trusted the Wise Ruler's judgment.
Even if they were energy scratches, they couldn't tell what the original painting was.
"There's no painting here?" Angor wondered why Laplace brought him here if there was no painting in the frame and nothing else in the room that could carry any information.
"There is." As Laplace spoke, she walked to the window of the room. She gently waved her hand, and a wisp of beige wind that was wandering outside was summoned in.
The cream-colored wind was the royal flying carpet used by many "birds" in this place.
The cream-colored wind was the same. Not only did it come in by itself, it also brought in a small bird with yellow feathers.
The bird looked ordinary. Angor assumed it was a snow sparrow, which was about the size of a palm.
After the chick entered the room with the beige wind, it didn't do anything out of the ordinary. It remained standing firmly on the "wind blanket."
Finally, the beige wind was placed in the "shell lamp grid" on the wall by Laplace.
The bird followed the wind into the grid, which was just the right size for the bird.
After the bird entered the grid, the originally ordinary bird suddenly emitted a bright yellow light.
Angor was surprised by the sudden brightness of the room. He was wondering why there was no wick in the shell lamp. So the wick was the bird flying outside!
The bird inside the lamp didn't seem to mind at all. It didn't seem to mind being used as a light source.
As the shell-shaped lamp lit up, a hidden door also opened ….
(End of Chapter)
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