In front of Freud, he used the previous contract as a blueprint and added a new clause to it.
If there was a change in the basis of the original contract, or if there were any changes in the middle, depending on the situation at the time of the change, a corresponding amount of commitment would be owed.
There were still many loopholes in the new clause. However, Freud and Angor had already reached a basic agreement. Freud also made a new promise in front of the world's consciousness, so they didn't care about the loopholes.
"If you need me to do it, you'll owe me a favor, and I'll do it for you. As for the promise, I can promise you that I won't put your life at risk or restrict your freedom. It's a simple request that doesn't exceed your ability. "
Freud thought for a moment and agreed. He knew his own value, and there weren't many things he could do to help Angor. Therefore, Freud believed that Angor's request wouldn't be too difficult.
After signing the agreement, Angor decided to take a nap while giving Freud some time to talk with Sunny and Alda.
While sleeping, Angor began to think about Freud's value.
He didn't want Freud to do anything for him in the first place because he didn't want Freud to fulfill his promise.
He also knew that Freud's value wasn't that great.
Freud wasn't strong enough to be Angor's henchman. They didn't trust each other at all. Freud's knowledge was probably the most valuable thing in Freud's mind. Freud had been staying in the Church of the Deceased for more than half a year, and Freud never showed any interest in Freud's knowledge.
Angor couldn't figure out what he should ask Freud to do for him. In the end, he shook his head and decided to put it aside.
He needed to get the Dream Whelk back first. Otherwise, everything would be in vain.
By the time Tulu woke up, Freud, Sunny, Alda, and Freud had finished their conversation.
Seeing Tulu's pale face, Freud sincerely apologized to him. At the same time, under Tulu's confused eyes, Freud briefly introduced himself to Tulu.
Tulu also stammered out his identity.
"Ah, a talent …" Freud looked at the water element around Tulu and thought to himself.
On the other hand, Tulu was not only surprised by Freud's identity, but he was also a little worried about Freud. Tulu looked at Mister Padt with trembling eyes. He had been scared twice before, and Mister Padt had scolded him for not learning his lesson. The last time, he fainted without even seeing Freud's face. Tulu felt ashamed of himself. Maybe Mister Padt's evaluation of him had gotten even lower.
Tulu quickly moved to Angor's side and apologized in a low voice.
"I didn't think you'd be afraid of ghosts when we were on the sea. But it's fine. Courage can be trained. You don't need to apologize. "
Tulu calmed down a little after hearing that. But he soon realized that he was being too naive.
"I'll leave with Freud later. While I'm away, you can stay in this orphanage and wait for me. " Angor gave Tulu an evil grin. "If you can't handle it, you can leave. But first, you have to be able to."
Tulu shivered. "Mister, what do you mean by 'if I can't handle it'?"
"You'll see. You still have food, right? As for water, you can already make it yourself, so you just have to work hard and live on. "
Keep it up?! Tulu's heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling about this.
It was as if a snake was staring at him from the shadows, hissing and spitting its forked tongue.
"It seems that Mister Padt really cares about Tulu." Freud walked up to Tulu and said with a smile.
"Of course. You're the future pillar of Brute Cavern, after all." "Now that you're done talking about old times, shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?"
Freud nodded. "We can go now. But can you help Sunny?"
Freud looked at Sunny, who was trapped in the Blood Formation, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Before Angor could say anything, Tulu gave Angor a flirtatious wink and begged for mercy. He knew he had to stay in the orphanage for a while, and he didn't want to stay in the same place as a bloodthirsty killer.
"Sure." Angor ignored Tulu's warning and nodded to Freud.
Angor walked to Sunny and looked at her. "I'll let you go, but I need you to play a little game with this big idiot over here. What do you think?"
"Big idiot?" Sunny frowned.
Angor pointed at Tulu, who was still trembling in fear.
"What kind of game?" Sunny didn't refuse. Angor saved Freud's life, and Angor's strength alone was not something she could refuse.
"Let me think … Let's call it Nightmare Orphanage, Daybreak Deathtrap?"
While Angor explained the rules of the game to Sunny, Tulu gave Freud a pleading look. He knew that Freud and Sunny were good friends.
"Don't worry, Sunny won't kill you." That was all Freud could say.
This only made Tulu even more terrified.
Tulu turned to Alda, who had been standing quietly in the corner, and hid behind Alda's back. Alda comforted Tulu, "Don't worry, Sunny is a good girl. If you can't, you can come to my place. "
"Your place?"
Alda grunted. "This building is Sunny's turf. My turf is the playground in the back. Sunny doesn't usually come here. "
"Playground? You sleep there? "Tulu looked at Alda sympathetically.
Alda didn't seem to mind. "I like the playground. There's a small wooden horse, a slide, and sometimes a stray cat. I used to see people through the playground, but it's much quieter now. "
The more Tulu listened, the more he felt sorry for Alda. What kind of life did this kid have? Not a single day of happiness when he was alive, and now he's dead. Luckily, Tulu was a pure and innocent person. If he put himself in Alda's shoes, he wouldn't have been able to hold on.
At the same time, Angor also finished his plan. By destroying the energy nodes, he easily destroyed the blood array.
Next, he used Narda's Vision to identify some blood.
Angor didn't care about the result for now. He walked to Tulu and said, "I've told Sunny that she'll come after you during this time. I hope you can survive. Oh, by the way, Alda's playground is your safe zone. Sunny won't attack you while you're there."
Tulu's eyes lit up. That meant he could stay in Alda's playground for as long as he wanted.
"But Alda's field is only open for six hours each day before dawn. You can't get in during other hours, you know?"
While speaking, Angor released a large number of illusion nodes from his fingertips.
In just a few minutes, the entire orphanage had been turned into a dark playground by his illusion.
Angor put a hand on Tulu's shoulder. "I left some Easter eggs in the illusion. Maybe they'll help you. Oh, right. Keep it up. "
With that, he exchanged a glance with Freud and headed for the door.
On the other side, Tulu and Sunny exchanged glances. Sunny's lips curled into a sinister smile. "The game begins in ten minutes …"
…
While leaving the orphanage, Freud couldn't help but look back.
Strangely, the fog-shrouded orphanage was filled with children's giggles. That kind of laughter was not caused by one or two people at all … If a mortal unluckily broke in at this time, he would probably find that he did not enter an orphanage, but a world full of strange monsters.
Angor didn't leave only benefits for Tulu. There was also the new "executioner" he created using an illusion.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Mister Padt?"
"Don't worry, no one will die. Sunny knows what she's doing." Angor shrugged. This was a good chance to see if this "game" could replace the deathmatch.
Freud didn't say anything else. He felt sorry for Tulu, which was why he asked this question.
He knew Angor was doing this for Tulu's own good, but … Freud shook his head. Compared to the visual horror, being hunted down was more stressful.
If Freud could survive this ordeal, it would help him a lot in the wizarding world in the future.
Angor took out his Gondola and asked Freud to board. They then headed to St. Sem City, the capital of the Central Empire.
On the boat, Freud first expressed his awe at Gondola's appearance. When he saw that Angor didn't show any reaction, Freud decided to change the topic.
"Mister Padt, I think the illusion test you created in the orphanage is very interesting. If the Dream Whelk can create a world of its own, we can move it inside and use it as a test for talents."
While listening to Freud's explanation, Angor began to wonder if he had given Freud a copy of some games or novels from Earth.
He didn't think so. All the books he created in the illusion were either about transformation or traditional literature. None of them mentioned the existence of a civilization that was different from the wizarding world.
But what Freud said sounded a lot like a game.
"I thought Freud's research was more like virtual reality, and now it's a game?" Angor clicked his tongue. He was surprised by Freud's sudden change of topic.
"What are you talking about, Mister Padt?"
"Nothing. Your idea is interesting, but we'll need the Dream Whelk to work with the illusion first. I don't think that's possible, "Angor said." Also, we need the Dream Whelk first. "
Freud didn't know what to say. Angor was right. Without the Dream Whelk, everything would be pointless.
"My instincts are telling me that the Dream Whelk hasn't been sent away," Freud said confidently as he looked at the bustling St. Sem City in the distance.
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