"We can go in now?" Freud couldn't help but raise his voice in excitement. He had been waiting for a month and a half, and Angor came back with a piece of good news. How could he not be excited?
"Of course." Angor nodded. "Do you want to check it out now?"
Freud quickly nodded.
Ten minutes later, Freud exited the dream wasteland with a strange look on his face.
"Mister Padt, why do I feel like I've seen these buildings before?" Since Angor had set up a spot for Freud to enter the dream wasteland, Freud immediately saw the magnificent buildings around him.
"I think I saw the Shining Church in Golden Tree City, the dolphin statues in Tussia, and the sky garden in the center of Freighting Town … Did you pull them all in with the Dream Whelk?" Freud paused for a second.
Angor nodded proudly. "That's right."
"Mister Padt, you can control where the Dream Whelk pulls non-living objects inside? Oh, wait. You can even control where I land? "Freud asked in surprise." Oh, no.
"Yes. Your idea of infinite alchemy has a little hope now. But once you enter the dream wasteland, you'll become mortals. Even if you can put materials inside, you won't be able to do alchemy for now. " Angor couldn't do infinite alchemy for now, but he was confident that once he gained more powers, he would be able to do so.
Freud couldn't contain his excitement after hearing Angor's answer.
Although the dream wilderness wasn't perfect for the time being, many of the things he envisioned could be realized based on the current situation.
"Mister Padt, did you test whether there's a distance limit in the real world before we enter the dream wasteland? For example, if I'm in Freighting Town, and you're in another continent, can I enter the dream wasteland? If we both enter the dream wasteland, can we communicate with each other over long distances? "
Angor had considered this question as well. If there was no distance limit in the dream wasteland, they could easily communicate with each other over long distances, just like the signal towers invented by Floating Mech City.
Moreover, the degree of confidentiality would be very high, and secret information could be transmitted.
"I haven't had the time to test it yet, but for this test, both parties must be able to log into the dream wasteland." So far, Angor was the only one who knew how to use Nightmare Enablement. It would be difficult for others to learn it in a short period of time. Therefore, he needed to do some research to see if there were any other ways for outsiders to enter the dream wasteland.
"Maybe I can try using alchemy," he thought. But he still needed to do some research to see if it was possible.
"If the dream wasteland can really ignore the distance restriction, then this alone is enough to shake the entire wizarding world." Freud sighed.
Angor smiled but did not say anything. Personally, he agreed. This was because the true location of the dream wilderness should still be attached to the Dream Realm, and the Dream Realm was an illusory world. As long as a creature could dream, they could reach there. From a certain perspective, the dream wilderness should have the same characteristics as the Dream Realm.
Freud thought for a moment and said, "Sir, as I said before, I'm willing to take the Oath if I succeed. Now is the time."
Freud was a smart man. He knew how much potential the dream wasteland had, and no other wizard would dare to let someone who knew the secret of the dream wasteland wander around in the outside world.
Therefore, before Angor could say anything, Freud took the initiative. Besides, he was the one who made the promise.
Angor nodded in agreement. He refused Freud's oath because he didn't know what to expect back then. Now that the dream wasteland was no longer a threat, he didn't want to reject Freud's oath.
"But before that, there's something I have to say," Freud suddenly said.
"Huh?" Angor looked at him in confusion.
"I'm afraid I won't have the courage to say it." Freud frowned. "Sir, I don't doubt your sense of beauty. But I think you still need to learn more about the layout of a city, the distribution of buildings, and the combination of styles."
Freud's words were very subtle.
Angor raised an eyebrow as he thought of something.
He used the Dream Enkindle technique on himself and entered the dream wasteland to take a look.
When he saw the buildings he just entered, his expression froze. Individually, these buildings were all beautiful, but when combined together, it was a little … Just think about it. In the middle of the magnificent style, there was a small forest style, and at the entrance of the small forest style, there were dark and decadent statues. Not to mention the style, just the color was very strange!
Angor suddenly thought of Nano and Ayrin.
Angor couldn't believe he had fallen to the same level of beauty as Nano. Blue veins popped up on Angor's forehead. He almost wanted to cover his face and cry.
His expression didn't change at all after he left the dream wasteland. It was as if nothing had happened at all.
Freud looked at Angor anxiously.
"Aren't you going to take the Oath?" Angor asked.
Freud suddenly realized that he shouldn't have said those words out loud. He should have just kept them to himself instead of asking for a scolding.
With a guilty conscience, Freud swore the Oath.
Under the witness of the world's consciousness, Freud's every word represented the binding power of the oath. When Freud finished the oath, his soul became a little dim.
As for Angor, he could sense Freud's presence in his mind. As long as he wanted to, he would be able to peek into Freud's mind.
Once Freud swore the Oath, he would become Angor's slave. In other words, Freud would become Angor's servant, just like how Butler Goode was to Sunders. Freud's loyalty was fixed to Angor, and he would die if he tried to betray Sunders.
"Milord." Freud changed the way he addressed Angor and bowed respectfully after making the oath.
Angor waved a hand. "Don't call me 'Master'."
He didn't ask Freud to take the oath to enslave him. However, there were some things about the Nightmare Dream that Freud would have to swear an oath before he could tell him.
"What do you want me to do next, sir?" Freud considered.
Angor considered for a moment before he spoke with a serious expression.
"The first mission I'm giving you is to enter the dream wilderness and tear down those buildings!" This was a dark history that could not be seen by anyone else! Especially Jon!
…
In the end, Freud decided not to go into the dream wasteland.
"Sir, instead of tearing down those buildings, why don't we change their style a little? For example, by repainting, modifying and dismantling the details, as well as changing the decorations, you can make the interior look brand new. "
Personally, he didn't think it was a good idea to demolish the city and build a new one in the dream wasteland.
Still, Angor didn't want to discourage Freud's enthusiasm.
While Freud was busy working on the decorations, Angor began to think of other ways to bring people into the dream wasteland.
Otherwise, Angor would have to cast Dream Enkindle every time Freud wanted to enter the dream wasteland.
Meanwhile, Freud was busy modifying the buildings in the dream wasteland. He wasn't alone though. Both Sunny and Alda were working as child laborers.
When Freud mentioned that he wanted Sunny and Alda to enter the dream wasteland, he also suggested that Angor make them sign the oath. Angor refused. The dream wasteland had great potential, but it wasn't so bad that everyone had to sign an oath to enter it.
A confidentiality agreement was enough.
Once he gained full control of the dream wasteland, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone taking it from him.
Besides, he had someone backing him up.
Of course, Sunders knew about the dream wasteland's discovery. Angor planned to include it in The Mystery of Nightmare Domain so that Sunders would know about the potential of the dream wasteland. Sunders wouldn't necessarily protect the dream wasteland, but at least he would be able to scare off some random thieves.
Of course, the best way was to rely on himself. Once he was strong enough, no one would dare to try anything funny.
Over the next few days, Angor spent his time reading books in an attempt to find a way to solve the problem.
Of course, the simplest method was to cast a permanent Nightmare Enkindle spell, just like the purification field in the hat Devildare gave him.
But Angor didn't know how to cast a permanent spell. As far as he knew, it was a very rare spell used by alchemists.
So he had to find another way.
Finally, after flipping through the first few chapters of the Enchantment Encyclopedia, he found a magic array that was similar to the Constant Spell in the Advanced chapter.
It was called Energy Storage Space.
An alchemy item engraved with "Energy Storage Space" could store a spell.
However, this technique had to be mastered by the person who created it. Furthermore, this technique was not permanent and would be consumed over time. As for how long the spell could last, it depended on three conditions. First, the level of the material. Second, the level of the spell. Third, the frequency of the spell.
The higher the level of the material, the longer the spell would last.
However, this was only relative. What was more important was the level of the spell techniques that were stored up.
For example, the higher the level of the spell, the shorter the spell would be.
The spell would only last for a few days. Even if the caster didn't use the spell, the spell would run out on its own.
Also, if the spell was used too frequently, the spell would be quickly consumed. Of course, this only applied to one cantrip. If the spell was a one-time item, it was basically a one-use item.
Generally speaking, it was a very expensive magic array. It had too many restrictions compared to a permanent spell. Compared to other alchemists, it wasn't very useful.
But since there was no other way, Angor had to make do with it.
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