Angor found it strange when he heard Freud's words.
How did he manage to activate the Dream Whelk, which could only be activated by dream energy?
He didn't use dream energy to activate the whelk. Instead, he used nightmare energy to do so. He was just testing it out, but he still managed to activate it in the end, which surprised him a lot.
He wanted to ask Freud why, but he couldn't because Neya was right beside him.
"Mister Padt, did you use illusionary energy?" Freud asked again.
Nightmare power was actually infused with the power of the Nightmare Domain. It was a special kind of illusion. "Sort of." Angor nodded.
"If you don't mind me asking, is this illusion the same as the one I used to live in?"
Angor nodded again.
Freud used to live in the Church of the Deceased, and the illusions he created did contain nightmare energy. Freud was able to use his soul to touch the objects in the illusions because of the nightmare energy.
"Now, I feel that my research might really have a chance of success." Freud's eyes lit up. "Mister's illusion can activate the Dream Whelk, which means we can build a bridge between the two realms. Next, I'll have to solve the remaining problems one by one. "
Freud's mind was already filled with all kinds of possible problems that might arise in the process. His thoughts were like a runaway wild horse, carrying out all kinds of imaginative and imaginative ideas.
If Angor didn't help him clear his throat, Freud would have lost himself forever.
Freud regained his composure and looked at Angor with a pleading look. "Mister Padt, can I stay with you for a while? I'll continue my research on the Dream Whelk and the illusions, and then I'll pursue my own goal. "
Angor didn't say yes right away. Instead, he fell into deep thought.
It was a surprise that nightmare illusions could activate the Dream Whelk. Still, Angor saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe Freud's research project could really be realized.
However, if Freud wanted to continue his research, he would have to learn about nightmare illusions first. And Sunders forbade Freud from sharing any information related to nightmare illusions with others.
Freud noticed Angor's silence, and his excitement was quickly replaced by anxiety. He thought Angor would agree right away because the research project had great value in the future.
But now, it seemed there was something else that troubled Angor.
After a long moment of silence, Angor finally broke the silence. He did not agree or disagree. Instead, he asked an unrelated question.
"Have you ever heard of the Oath of Lo, Freud?"
Freud's expression darkened.
"Mister Padt, is this really necessary?" Freud's voice was trembling. "This research is going to shake the entire wizarding world in the future. This will only be beneficial to you, sir. "
"There's something I can't tell you unless you're one of us."
Freud was silent.
The full name of the Oath of Luo was "The Oath of Followers Drafted by Luo on the Blue Plains". This was a very restrictive contract. Once a follower made the oath, he or she would no longer be his or her owner. His or her body, mind, and soul would all belong to him or her.
The only restriction on the owner of the contract was that he or she could not kill his or her follower without a good reason.
However, this restriction was not very strict. At most, it could only guarantee the follower's safety for a while.
Normally speaking, Oath of Lo was used by losers or losers who were forced to make it.
This was why Freud's expression changed so much when Angor mentioned the Oath of Lo.
"There is a key point that cannot be avoided in the research that you conceived. If you don't swear an oath, I won't tell you anything about it. Of course, you can also choose to reject my offer. "
"What's your choice?"
After a long moment of silence, Freud chose not to make the oath.
Angor understood Freud's decision. Most supernaturals were proud people. Freud's death did not erase the pride that was deeply engraved in his or her soul.
No supernaturals would willingly make an oath unless there was no other way out.
"Yes, but I still need to make a contract with you," Angor said.
Freud's face paled at Angor's words. He thought Angor was going to force Freud to sign the Oath because he was angry about the rejection.
However, Angor did not do that. "Don't worry. It's only a contract witnessed by the world's consciousness. According to the contract, you are not allowed to pass on any research related to the Dream Whelk to anyone else, even if it's just an accidental disclosure. "
Angor only made this request to protect himself.
Freud's research was still a hypothetical idea. However, since the Dream Whelk could be activated by nightmare illusions, it had a chance to succeed. If the research was successful, the Dream Whelk would become a strategic-level Mystery Item, or even higher.
If someone else found out about the Dream Whelk's research, Angor would be in great danger. After what happened to Jebra, he had to be careful in every aspect so as not to leave any loose ends behind.
"Sure." Freud nodded after realizing what Angor meant.
Angor did not deactivate his Nightmare Domain. "Now that we're alone, do you mind telling me more about the whelk?"
Angor took out the Dream Whelk and showed it to Freud.
Freud only told Angor half of what he knew about the whelk when he was with Neya. Now that he had it, Angor wanted to know more about it.
Freud did not refuse. He told Lucien everything he knew about the Dream Whelk as well as the things he knew about dreams.
Freud was a practitioner of dream energy, and his nickname was' Dream Reader '. Therefore, his understanding of dreams and the Dream Whelk had reached a very high level.
Freud's explanation helped Angor gain a better understanding of the Dream Whelk.
When the sun rose over the horizon, Freud finally told Angor everything he knew about the whelk, as well as some of his experiments.
Finally, he removed the Nightmare Domain from his body.
When the dream disappeared, Sunny, who had been watching through the window of the building, rushed out and threw herself into Freud's arms.
"Are you going to stay here forever?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
Freud put Sunny down and gently stroked her hair. However, his eyes were filled with confusion as if he could not see the future.
Sunny was also worried about Angor's question. She looked at Freud expectantly, hoping that he would stay here.
After a while, Freud sighed. "Before I find my next target, I'll probably stay in the orphanage."
"Aren't you afraid that Neya will come looking for you? Will the people from the Tower of Hurricane come looking for you if they know your soul is here? "
"No, they won't come for me. I'm just a soul, and I'm no longer useful to them. "Freud was a little dejected.
Angor nodded. "Alright. I hope you can live the life you want."
With that, he turned around and prepared to leave with Tulu.
Freud suddenly stopped him. "Mister Padt, we signed a contract yesterday before we left for St. Sem. I owe you a promise. Do you have any requests? "
Angor stopped. He was going to tell Freud to keep the promise for now, but he did have a favor that Freud could help him with.
"The Dream Whelk experiment you mentioned just now has piqued my interest. Why don't you teach me a trick to enter a dream?"
Freud was a little surprised. "Are you going to study how to combine the Dream Whelk with illusions, mister?"
Angor pursed his lips. "I'm very interested in your research. But since you don't want to swear an oath, I'll have to do it myself. "
"I …" Freud hesitated. He really wanted to continue his research, but he didn't want to lose his freedom.
"What's wrong? You don't want to teach me a Dream Walk cantrip? It's fine if that's the case. "
"No, I can teach you, mister. Can you take me back to my room in the Church of the Deceased? Give me some time, and I'll record the Dream Walk cantrip and leave it there. "
Angor nodded and placed Freud inside the church.
Freud spent half an hour in the Church of the Deceased to write down the second level cantrip, Dream Walk.
After making sure everything was fine, he walked into the mist and put Tulu inside his Gondola.
With that done, he prepared to remove the illusion from the orphanage.
"Mister Padt, can you keep the illusion here?" Freud suddenly asked.
"Why?"
"I don't want to be disturbed by outsiders, and I don't want Sunny to kill anyone. I want to stay at the orphanage with Sunny and Alda for a while. This illusion can at least be used as a barrier to stop outsiders from coming in. "
"Sure. I'll give you the second authority over the illusion. You can control the illusion as you wish. However, you can't alter or analyze the illusion. "
"That's good enough. Thank you." Freud smiled. "By the way, can I let someone else in here to experience the 'Daybreak' illusion?"
"You don't want outsiders to disturb you, do you?"
"I think this illusion game is quite interesting. Maybe I can use it as a source of income after I find a suitable host. You know, there are always people who like to spend money and seek thrills."
"Instead of earning money from mortals, why don't you run this place as a testing ground for talents? Maybe you'll earn even more money. "
After joking around for a bit, Angor prepared to leave.
When he boarded his Gondola, Freud suddenly made up his mind and flew to him. "Mister Padt, if you succeed in your research, can you come find me?"
"Huh?"
"I'll swear an oath then."
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