Sunders' room was located on the top floor of the airship. It was the largest room in the airship with the best lighting and the widest view.
The demon falcon flew away when it reached Sunders' room, leaving Angor alone in front of the door.
Angor pushed the door open and saw Sunders standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as well as Flora, who was drinking at a vintage bar.
"Good morning, sir." Angor bowed to them politely.
Flora snorted. "How many times do I have to tell you not to be a stranger? You just won't listen. Sigh, looking at you is just like looking at Wallace. "
Wallace? Who? Angor gave Flora a puzzled look.
Flora rolled her eyes at him. "Don't ask me who Wallace is. You'll know when we get back to Brute Cavern. He's just an old bastard."
"Angor, I called you here for your channeling method." Sunders' deep voice reached Angor's ears.
Channeling method! Angor felt something exploding in his head.
"Do I have to go to the Nightmare Realm now?" Angor struggled to speak.
Sunders spoke coldly, "You regret it? If you regret it, I can give you another chance to make a choice. "
Did Angor regret it? He did not. He was just afraid of the unknown danger. He had been trying not to think about the channeling method these days because he did not want to let the fear take over his life.
"I don't regret it." He just felt … uneasy. Angor did not say what was on his mind. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to turn his weak mind into a cruel one.
"You've made a bold choice. It's not a bad thing. In the wizarding world, if you don't take risks, you'll be pushed back to where you started. " Sunders walked to his desk and took out a tube-shaped crystal from a drawer. "This is a scale to measure your spiritual power level. Before you go to the Nightmare Realm for the channeling method, check your spiritual power level first."
Wizards could use spells to check the spiritual power level of mortals. Of course, Sunders already knew about Angor's condition. However, most of the time, people would trust their own eyes more than someone else's words.
He took a closer look at the tube and saw some curved lines moving inside. But when he tried to take a closer look, he suddenly felt dizzy.
"Don't look at the middle of the scale. There's a special kind of spiritual-type mageweath engraved in it. The closer you get to the back of the scale, the more aggressive the mageweath will be. It's very easy to cause an impact on your brain." Flora explained to him, "The correct way to use it is to start from the 'o' at the bottom and slowly move up the runes. The further you look, the more dizzy you will feel. When you feel that you can't take it anymore, look at the 'o' at the bottom. That will be your spiritual power value."
Flora's explanation enlightened him. He closed his eyes to soothe the dizziness. When his body and mind were at their best condition, he picked up the spirit meter and began his first test.
Angor could clearly see a faint golden line at the "o" mark. It slowly extended from the origin and curled up in a beautiful and smooth manner. When it reached the "o" mark, the golden line slowly split into two. The two lines moved forward side by side, each taking the most suitable path.
When the two lines reached the fourth scale, they no longer moved forward in a single direction. Instead, they were like branches in spring, and occasionally, new forks would appear in the middle of the line. The new forks would occasionally curl up and come to an abrupt end.
Angor already felt his eyes getting wet.
When his spirit meter reached the "o" mark, the two lines split into four golden lines inside the crystal. The four golden lines did not want to be left out. They crazily drew all kinds of strange paths. Angor felt his chest tightened each time they appeared. He even had the urge to close his eyes.
Soon, the scale reached the "o" mark, which was the limit of mortals. Once the "o" mark passed, he would enter another world — the world of talents.
Angor was already feeling very dizzy.
Soon, the four golden lines reached the "o" mark at a crazy speed. When the golden lines reached the "o" mark, the entire rune changed. The four golden lines no longer split up. Instead, they turned from flat to three-dimensional!
The golden lines intertwined with each other like the double helix structure of DNA and kept moving forward in a strange three-dimensional structure. Angor's eyes already felt like they were about to explode.
After a while, Angor realized that he could no longer feel the "o" mark. He could only follow the golden lines mechanically. He did not even know if he was following them with his eyes or his spirit.
After some time, Angor blacked out and fell to the floor. His face was pale, and he felt like vomiting. It was as if someone was stirring his brain with a wooden stick.
"You've reached your limit?" Flora's voice woke Angor up from his "brain circulation".
Angor woke up from his dizziness and sat on the floor for a long time. Sunders did not urge him. Instead, he took out a cup of tea from somewhere and sipped it while making some notes.
When Angor felt a little better, he slowly stood up using the leg of the table.
"Thirteen points." Angor smiled bitterly with a pale face.
A wizard's achievement did not have much to do with one's spirit meter, but Angor still felt frustrated. Thirteen points was not a good number.
Mortals had one to nine points, while talents and wizards had more than ten points. Angor remembered Sunders mentioned that Easley from the Tower of Hurricane had a spirit meter of 23. Angor's was ten points lower than Easley's. His channeling method would not be as efficient as others.
If Angor did not want to be left behind by Easley, he had to choose his channeling method carefully. His spirit model compatibility should be at least 20%, or even higher.
"Your spirit meter does not represent your future," Sunders comforted and changed the topic. "I told you before that I would only tell you your talent when you become an apprentice. It's not that I didn't want to tell you. Your talent is a little strange, and we don't know its upper limit yet. But there is no doubt that your talent has something to do with the Nightmare Realm. Let's go to the Nightmare Realm this time. Maybe we can find out something. "
We're going to the Nightmare Realm? We? Angor's sharp eyes caught a word.
"You're going too, professor?" Angor asked in confusion.
Sunders nodded. "If I don't go, you won't know where the channeling method book is, right?"
"You're right." Angor was enlightened.
Sunders chuckled. "The Nightmare Realm is a very special place. It projects reality and shines into illusions. This means that if we enter the Nightmare Realm from here, we might end up in the sky, on an airship.
"So, to avoid this and find the channeling method book precisely, we need a primer."
"What's a primer?" Angor asked.
Sunders walked to Angor and placed his hand on Angor's shoulder. "This is a primer."
Angor touched his back. In that strange world, a woman with stitches once left a scratch on this spot.
"The wound on your soul is a primer. With this primer, it can lead you to the place where the wound was left. "Sunders smiled.
The place where the wound was left? Padt Manor in the Nightmare Realm! This primer could lead him to the Padt Manor in the Nightmare Realm, which was filled with strange animals and stitches.
Sunders took out a glass bottle. The bottom of the bottle was covered with a thin layer of glittering blood.
"This is also a primer. It contains my blood, which I left behind when I fought against a monster in the Nightmare Realm. This blood can lead us to that place … the place where the channeling method is. "
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