He had run into Lei BaoTian when he was still on The Redbud. But it never lasted this long. The ship was dead, but the helmsman was alive. The ocean currents were moving, The Redbud was sailing, and the thunderstorm was only so big. It would take at most a few minutes to get out of the thunderstorm.
Now, he was on the cloud whale. The cloud whale had been flying without stopping for a moment. It had been seven hours. With the speed of the cloud whale, it should have circled around the Old Earth for one and a half hours. But it still could not get out of the thunderstorm. Angor was quite surprised by this.
How big was the range of the thunderclouds? Did it cover the entire Devil's Water? Angor could not believe his own guess. If it was true, the thunderstorm was as big as the Apocalypse Thunder in the myths of Goldspink Empire.
But the truth was right in front of him. He could not think of any other explanation.
So what if it was the "Apocalypse Thunder"? He was just a mortal. Even if the sky fell down, there would be someone else to hold it up. With this thought in mind, Angor felt a lot better. But soon, he began to worry about Toby again.
"I wonder if Toby went back to his tent in such a thunderstorm." Toby was naughty and a bastard, but Angor had been living with him for almost a month.
Someone knocked on the door of the library while Angor was lost in his thoughts.
"Come in." Angor put away his worry and put on his usual cold expression.
A black-robed man wearing a colorful totem mask came in and bowed to Angor respectfully. He then spoke in a low, muffled voice, "Mister Padt, dinner is ready. Sir wants you to eat."
There were many masked men in black robes on the cloud whale. They seemed to be Sunders' servants. They were the ones who prepared Angor's food every day. After the food was delivered, they would leave. Angor did not know where they lived, what they did, or whether they were men or women under the masks.
"Sir wants me to eat?" Angor asked in confusion.
The masked man in black robes answered in a low, muffled voice. He then stood aside and made a "please" gesture.
Angor nodded calmly and followed the old man out of the room. However, he was not as calm as he looked. He usually ate alone. Why would Sunders invite him to dinner today?
Could it be that Sunders couldn't wait to know his choice?
He had already decided to explore the Nightmare Realm, but he believed in the saying "plans could not keep up with changes". He planned to wait until the last day to make his decision. That way, if Sunders changed his mind, he would have enough time to mediate.
Angor went to the dining hall with mixed thoughts in his head.
It was his first time here. The floor was covered with soft carpets, and the red walls were covered with oil paintings. In the center of the hall was a rectangular dining table. The candles lit up the dining room.
Of course, this place couldn't be compared to the VIP room in Barbie's Restaurant.
Sunders and Flora were already seated. Sunders was sitting in the main seat, wearing a black gentleman's suit. He was folding a napkin with his long fingers and putting it into his chest pocket. Flora was sitting on his right. She was not wearing her signature red rose dress today. Instead, she was wearing a dark purple lace tutu. She was cutting something with a knife. Little Red was still clinging to Flora's back. When it saw Angor coming, the ghastly flames in its eye sockets turned into crescents. Little Red slowly reached out its bony arm and bowed to Angor.
Angor smiled back at Little Red.
"This way." Sunders pointed to a seat on his left.
Angor went to the seat on Sunders' left side, nodded to Flora, and sat down.
Flora chuckled back. Her eerie giggle echoed in the dining hall.
"Angor, if you're free in the evening, come here for dinner. Goode will lead you here, "Sunders said to Angor after arranging the tableware in front of him.
Goode? Angor didn't know what to do until Flora pointed at the black-robed masked man, which reminded him of the man's existence.
The man's name was Goode. Angor looked at Goode curiously. The man's mask was completely covered. Not only his face, but his eyes were also covered.
"Goode is the leader of the Phantom Servants here. He's also the teacher's butler," said Flora. "Goode's mask has a red and yellow blood rune in the center. The other Phantom Servants don't have it. Don't mistake him for someone else. Heehee."
If Flora did not mention it, Angor would not have noticed that the black-robed man's mask was different.
The food was served to each person. The main dish was sweet corn and eggs, accompanied by seafood soup and some unknown roasted meat. They all tasted good, but Angor still missed Jon's Chinese food the most.
Too bad he could not eat it … As he sighed in his mind, he suddenly remembered that there were many recipes stored in his hologram tablet. Maybe he could learn how to cook by himself if he had the recipe, Angor thought to himself.
No one spoke a word during the meal. Even Flora was eating in a well-behaved manner, maintaining the traditional and elegant table manners.
After the meal, no one spoke a word. The silence lasted for almost ten minutes.
Angor looked at Sunders' cold face, then at Flora who was still immersed in her own world. Angor felt a little surprised. Are they waiting for me to speak?
Wait for what? Of course, to make a choice!
Angor considered for a moment. Even if he waited for ten days, he still had to make a choice.
In the end, Angor broke the silence. "Professor, I thought about it for a long time last night. I've decided to choose the third —"
Before Sunders could answer, Flora spoke first.
"The third? What third? " Flora sounded confused. Then she chuckled. "Heehee. Did you make some unspeakable deal behind my back? “
Angor did not understand what Flora was trying to say, but he was still surprised.
Did Flora not know about the three choices Sunders gave him? So they were waiting for him to speak? Was it just a simple silence?
As expected, Sunders' words proved that Angor was overthinking again.
"You've made your choice already? I told you to be careful. "Sunders frowned and spoke in a doubtful tone.
Angor felt like crying when he saw Sunders' unhappy expression. He thought they were waiting for him to make a choice. But it turned out he was overthinking!
But since he already said it, he had no choice but to swallow it.
Angor nodded without hesitation.
"Yes. I've thought about it carefully." Like hell.
Sunders remained silent for a moment. "Very well. When I come back, I'll prepare to enter the Nightmare Realm."
"Enter the Nightmare Realm?" Flora looked at Sunders in surprise, then at Angor. "Him?"
Sunders nodded. "That channeling method book should be able to build a good foundation for him."
So he's going to the Nightmare Realm for that channeling method book? Flora fell silent. She had followed Sunders for many years. Of course, she knew what he was talking about.
How could Angor get a channeling method that Sunders could not find in the past two hundred years? Flora thought for a while and finally focused on Angor's talent.
Angor could take Red Rose from Little Red's hand. That was the unique "Reality Generation" skill in the Nightmare Realm. Could his talent allow him to achieve "Reality Generation" 100%? That was insane. The Nightmare Realm was a world full of treasures!
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