Freud remained silent when he heard that Angor had already learned Dream Walk, and it only took him two months to learn it.
When he first learned Dream Entry, it took him half a year. Moreover, he already had the Dream Attribute talent.
As far as he knew, Angor's talent was actually … illusions.
"Are you sure you don't have two talents, Mister Padt? Maybe you're hiding a Dream Manipulator talent. "
"No, I don't." Angor wasn't sure about that. Normally, it would take him at least two years to learn Dream Walk. There were other reasons why he could learn Dream Walk so quickly.
However, he couldn't tell Freud about them since they involved too many secrets. Unless … Freud swore an oath.
Freud sighed. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse to live in the same era as Angor. Oh, wait. Angor was already dead?
"Second question. What kind of Dream Reading spell do you want to learn, mister?"
Since Angor did not seem to understand, Freud quickly explained.
"Dream Reading isn't just a cantrip. You can use other cantrips to achieve the same effect as spells," Freud explained. "For example, alchemy's Thaw spell can be evolved into Smelt, Smelt, and so on. Their effects are similar, but they all have different levels.
"Dream Reading is the same. They're all called Dream Reading spells, but they're divided into four levels: Listen, Guidance, Command, and Tamper. Listen is a level-2 cantrip that allows you to communicate with someone in a dream. If the person is dreaming, you'll be able to communicate with them as if they're in real life. Guide is a level-three cantrip. It can guide the dreamer to ask what they want to ask. When I was alive, I reached the level of Guide in Dream Reading.
"Command is a level-3 cantrip that doesn't require guidance. You can order someone to do or say anything in their dream. As for Tamper, it's a beginner cantrip that only wizards can learn. "
Freud didn't explain the effects of Tamper, but Angor guessed that Tamper would allow him to manipulate someone's dream at will.
Angor only wanted to learn Dream Reading because he wanted to communicate with Jon. He didn't need guidance or guidance.
"I want to learn Listen," Angor said without hesitation.
Freud nodded and thought for a while. "It's dangerous to read someone's dream because he's the master of that person's dream. Others wouldn't be able to discover you if you simply entered a dream. However, if you were to read a dream and communicate with the other party, others would definitely be able to sense you. Once the person in the dream severed your dream bridge and made you extremely weak in the dream, you would be in danger. Although it's not fatal, if something goes wrong with the Dream Antennae, one's spirit will be weakened for a long time. "
"You're just learning and listening, and you don't have any ability to protect yourself in the dream. Even if you enter the dreams of your friends and family, as long as the other party isn't in a lucid dream state, how can you guarantee that they won't attack you in the chaotic dream? "
"No, he won't. I'm going to visit someone in a lucid dream." Angor considered for a moment.
Angor tried to recall Jon's dream. Jon tried to control himself even in the dream.
Most people who had lucid dreams would go through a period of restlessness. They would do whatever they wanted in their dreams, such as obtaining absolute power, seducing countless beautiful women, and doing everything they didn't dare to do in the real world.
As for Jon's dream, Angor felt nothing but peace and tranquility from beginning to end. Most of the time, Jon didn't say a single word. It was like a silent play.
There was no impulsiveness, frivolity, or resentment from being sick for a long time. There was only peace and a hint of regret that he didn't want to show in front of his wife and daughter even in his dream.
Angor was sure that Jon's dream was a lucid one. If Jon knew that Angor could enter his dream, he wouldn't do anything to harm him.
Freud looked at Angor's confident expression. "I see. One last question. Why do you want to learn how to read dreams?"
Also, Freud was curious why Jon only wanted to learn how to communicate with others in their dreams instead of trying to learn something from other people's dreams. In the past, Freud used to read dreams to get the information he needed. He even learned a lot of cantrip knowledge by reading dreams.
Angor was sure that his dream reader wouldn't harm him. In other words, the dream reader was someone close to him, someone he could trust completely.
In that case, why didn't they talk face to face? Why did they have to communicate in dreams?
Freud's question made Angor fall silent.
After a while, Freud scratched his head. "You don't have to answer me if you don't want to, mister. I'm just curious. I don't mean to pry. "
"It's not that I can't tell you." Angor finally opened his mouth. "I have a family member whom I respect a lot. He's in a coma and can't wake up. We haven't found a way to save him yet.
"I miss him, so I want to talk to him by reading his dreams."
Freud frowned. "People who are in a coma usually don't dream."
"Dream Weaver Ant. I found one in Floating Mech City."
"Well, a Dream Weaver Ant can do that," Freud said. Freud shook his head regretfully. "I wanted to get my hands on a Dream Weaver too, but I couldn't find one even after I died."
Freud added, "Mister Padt, if there's something wrong with your relative's body, he can always choose a transplant."
"No. He's just a mortal." Seeing Freud's curious look, Angor decided to explain Jon's situation in detail, but he didn't tell Freud that Jon came from another world.
Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed by Eureka for the past few months, but there was nothing he could do to vent his frustrations. Angor told Freud about Jon's situation in detail, including the tri-state balance.
However, Angor described the erosion of the great consciousness as some kind of mysterious curse. Most official Magi might not be able to remove this mysterious curse.
When he told them about Jon's story, the heavy burden in his heart was lifted a little. Even the gloominess in his chest had dissipated by quite a bit.
Freud listened quietly and thought about something from time to time.
Angor let out a long sigh. "I have less than two years left, and I still can't find a solution. I'm such a failure."
"If that's a failure, then I'm the kind of person who can't be dug out from the ground." Freud continued, "I heard from Neya that you're doing really well on the Fey Continent. According to my sources, you'll be featured in the next issue of Forest of Time in ten years. After all, you created a high-tier alchemy item as an apprentice."
Angor knew about Forest of Time. It was published by the Truth Council of the City of Truth, which was considered the most authoritative magazine in the southern wizarding region. It only published the latest and most authoritative research papers and papers that were worthy of being remembered by future generations.
Angor didn't know how famous he was in the Fey Continent right now, and he didn't think he was qualified to be featured in the magazine. He thought Freud was joking.
But how did Freud know that he created a high-tier alchemy item? He didn't tell anyone that he created Ocean Rhyme, did he? Even if he did, no one would believe him.
Before Angor could ask more questions, Freud suddenly changed the topic. "Well, as long as we don't limit ourselves to a mortal body, there's still a way to save your loved one."
Angor looked up at Freud. "You have a way to save him?"
Freud nodded, then shook his head. "If you say that even wizards can't do it, how can I? The method I'm talking about is actually just an idea of mine. "
"What is it?" Angor quickly asked.
"Sir, your family member's body is on the verge of collapsing. Even if there's a way to save him, I don't think he'll live long as a mortal."
Freud's words were harsh, but he was telling the truth.
Even if Angor successfully placed the rune on Jon's body to resist the corrosion of the world's consciousness, Jon would only live for 20 years at most.
Even if Angor could find a way to prolong his life, there was still a limit to how long a mortal could live.
"So you're saying we should let him die and turn him into a soul?" Angor shook his head. "No. The chances of a mortal turning into a soul are too low. Besides, his brain is damaged, and his spirit isn't working properly. His dream won't be complete, which means his spiritual power level is below 3. In such a situation, he will only turn into dim spiritual light or soul fragments after his death. "
"That's not what I meant, sir. Have you forgotten what I'm trying to do? For example, let him live in the Dream Realm."
"The Dream Realm is a barren place, but if you can combine your illusions with the Dream Whelk, you'll be able to live in your dream and in the real world."
Angor didn't expect Freud to change the topic again.
Also, Freud's words made sense. It was just like how players who abandoned their physical bodies and lived in holographic games.
If he could perfectly control the Dream Whelk, he would be able to drag things from the real world into his dreams.
Freud noticed Angor's curious expression. "Like I said, there are living creatures in the Dream Realm. I've read in a book that even creatures that live in the Dream Realm can enter the real world … "
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