Toby couldn't wait to play with his friends, while Angor went to the ice room alone.
Jon didn't seem to have changed too much. Overall, he was still in a stable state. Jon's lips curled up slightly, which meant he was in a good mood.
Angor stared at Jon's face for a long time before he sighed.
He was going to enter Jon's dream and tell him about the dream wasteland. But after thinking about it, he decided not to say anything for the time being. It wouldn't be too late to talk about it after he confirmed that Chown could really become a permanent resident of the dream wilderness.
If he told Jon now that the final result of the experiment was bad, he would bring hope to Jon and take away their hope. Perhaps Jon would not mind, but he would feel guilty.
Therefore, he stayed in the ice room and checked on Jon.
He even resisted the urge to enter Jon's dream. Before leaving, he already told Jon that he was going to find a way to save him. If he didn't tell Jon about it now, Jon might get suspicious. He might as well do nothing and wait for the next time he confirmed the news before entering the dream again.
Before leaving, he took another spoonful of Akeso's blood and fed it to the Dream Weaver Ant. After making sure the ant didn't need to worry about food for a while, Angor left.
When he came out of the ice room, he saw Olga standing by the door in her loose maid dress. She was looking at him with a sad face.
"Mister …" Olga pouted and her eyes turned red.
"Why are you here?" Angor wasn't surprised. He already sensed Olga running toward him before he entered the ice room. "Do you know where my brother is?"
"Mister Viscount went out to train …" Olga hesitated. "Mister, can … can you take me with you when you leave next time? I'm your maid after all. I can take care of your daily needs. "
Olga didn't notice Angor's movement because she was looking down and bumped into his back.
She covered her nose that was red from the collision and was about to cry.
Angor sighed and looked at Olga with a serious look.
His eyes, as clear as the sky, stunned Olga for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she lowered her head shyly.
"Hey, Auri, did you see Miss Eureka being taken care of by her servants?"
Auri seemed to know what Angor was trying to say. She quickly tried to explain, "Sir, I'm just —"
"Most of the time, Magi are lonely. Only by enduring loneliness can one remain undisturbed in the endless years. "" Of course, wizards need servants and assistants as well, "Angor interrupted," but wizards also need servants and assistants. However, apart from being lonely, wizards were also very selfish. Sorcerers need servants who are absolutely obedient. It's best if they don't have any consciousness and only know how to follow orders. They also have the ability to deal with things that Sorcerers don't want to do, including killing people … "
"And things like daily life are the things that wizards don't care about the least. Most of the time, a little magic trick can solve it." He gently stroked Auri's hair, and a gentle energy filled her body. Auri felt much better in an instant.
Hearing Angor's words, Auri's expression changed from one of sadness to one of frustration. Her eyes turned red.
"Of course, there are good things about you too. For example, in the entire manor, your fried rice is the closest to Professor Jon's. "
Auri was still sobbing. "Then I'll go make egg fried rice for you, sir."
Angor didn't refuse. He let Auri leave as if she was trying to escape from something.
He could see Auri's kindness. At the same time, he also sensed that Auri now had some special feelings for him.
However, Angor didn't plan to spend time with other people right now, so he wouldn't respond to Auri's feelings. Since he couldn't do that, he could only refuse.
Many wizards were happy to see mortals fall in love with them. They would even say a few flirtatious words to get them into a one-night stand. But in the end, there would always be a difference between mortals and mortals. When wizards pursued their own truth, mortals would be the ones who hurt them the most.
Back in Floating Mech City, Angor once heard a rumor. It was said that one of the two city lords of Floating Mech City, "Beast Emperor" Lawson, had a mortal wife in Rong Kingdom who gave birth to a daughter for him, who later became Melantha. However, after taking Melantha away, Lawson never saw his mortal wife again, even though they lived in the same kingdom.
Of course, this was only a rumor. It might not be true, but it was enough to tell Angor something.
Angor's rejection didn't mean to hurt Auri's feelings. It was better to kill her when she was still young. Besides, Angor also hoped that Auri could find her own happiness. He didn't want her to end up lonely for a hundred years like Lawson's wife.
Angor shook his head and walked toward the main castle.
"You're really something, aren't you? Not only did you refuse a little girl's kindness, but you also used me as an example?" A feminine voice suddenly reached Angor's ears.
"I apologize if I offended you, Lady Eureka," Angor replied in a soft voice. At the same time, he glanced at the floating cloud in the sky above the main castle.
"There's no need to apologize. But aren't you afraid that you'll hurt her feelings?" Eureka asked.
Angor lowered an eyebrow. "You think I should say something like that, Lady Eureka?"
Eureka chuckled and didn't say anything else. "That's exactly what I heard about Phantom Master. So they're from the same school after all."
Brulee chimed in. "But if it's Mister Sunders, I don't think anyone would even dare to express their feelings."
Eureka nodded. "I saw Mister Phantom from afar. You're right. He's so cold and unapproachable. Unlike Angor."
Of course, Angor couldn't hear their conversation on the cloud. Angor waited for Eureka's reply, so he returned to his room.
He wasn't surprised to see Eureka talking to him all of a sudden.
Eureka must have seen everything when he went to see Jon. Angor didn't like it, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Fortunately, he didn't expose any of his secrets. Even if Eureka's psyche was in perfect condition, she wouldn't be able to reach into the dream wasteland, let alone with her damaged psyche.
The first thing he did after returning to his room was to check the Soft Larva's nest.
Surprisingly, the illusion he set up around the nest wasn't destroyed. It seemed that Eureka didn't try to check it.
Instead of worrying about Eureka's thoughts, he used his spirit feelers to check the inside of the nest. What he saw made him a little bewildered.
Apart from the dead eggs and that special egg, all the other eggs had hatched. They were all ordinary soft worms. If it were someone with a phobia of worms, they would probably be scared out of their wits.
Angor didn't pay much attention to the worms for now. Instead, he focused on the egg he kept away from the others.
When he left the nest, he left a small bowl of Akeso's blood near the egg, but it was all gone.
Now, this special egg was even bigger than before.
It was at least three times bigger than an ordinary egg. Furthermore, the egg's color was slowly turning pale gold. From afar, it looked like a golden bean.
"Is this really the egg of a Soft Larva?" Angor muttered to himself. That was way too big for a Soft Larva's egg.
He couldn't find any information about insects in his tablet.
Since he didn't know what was going on, he had no choice but to give up.
After drinking another bowl of Akeso's blood, Angor rearranged the illusion and returned to his desk.
He planned to check out the dream wasteland first. The Land of Revelation was quite far from here, and he wasn't sure if he could contact Freud. If he could get in touch with Freud, he might be able to ask him about the egg.
Angor entered the dream wasteland and arrived at the same place as before.
As soon as he entered the dream wasteland, he saw Freud walking out of the church he used in Golden Tree City with a golden-white uniform in his hand, which was obviously a clergyman's uniform.
Freud looked at Angor in surprise. "You're here, sir?! You're — "
"I'm already back at the Old Earth. So the dream wasteland doesn't restrict the distance you can travel. "
Freud was surprised by Angor's speed, but he was more than happy to know that the dream wasteland didn't restrict the distance.
"When I was in the dream wasteland, I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Moreover, the buildings here were still intact and didn't disappear because of the distance. I guessed that the dream wasteland's distance restriction was very small. It's true!" Freud was a little excited. "I wonder what's the furthest we can go with this restriction? Fey Continent? Or … can you cross planes too? "
"I think Fey Continent is fine, but not across planes," Angor replied. Even if they couldn't travel to other planes, Fey Continent alone was enough to make the dream wasteland extremely valuable.
Freud slapped his forehead and muttered to himself, "If that's the case, I need to write up a research project and figure out how to use it."
"We'll talk about that when we have time. Apart from confirming the distance, I also have some questions for you —" Angor suddenly frowned and looked back at a certain direction.
He heard a strange noise coming from afar. It sounded like metal scraping against metal.
It came from a small building with a unique design.
Using God's View, Angor looked inside. A gray-haired old woman with well-groomed hair was holding a small iron stick and rubbing it against a round plate.
The old granny looked very benevolent and kind. She was concentrating on the work in her hands.
"You brought her in from outside?" Angor pointed at the small building. Since he set this place as a landing point, he wouldn't be alerted to the presence of outsiders.
"Yes, sir. Her name's Della. She used to be an official of the Silver Heron Royal Family. Later, she left the capital and lived in seclusion in Freighting Town as a tailor."
"Why did you bring her in?"
"To do an experiment to preserve my consciousness," Freud explained.
"You can use death row prisoners for that." Angor frowned. The old woman was clearly a good citizen.
Freud replied respectfully, "I was planning to use prisoners on death row at first, but after some consideration, I realized that most of them have bad personalities. Now that they've entered the dream wasteland, they're all mortals, and it's easy for them to turn against us. Besides, most of them are ignorant people who don't have much value. In addition, Sir's mentor has a problem with his body. So, I thought of looking for people who are terminally ill to do experiments on. "
"Della is one of them."
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