Early in the morning, Auri pushed the dining cart into Angor's room and saw him busy writing on his desk. There were piles of papers around him, and several pieces of draft paper were floating on the ground.
Seeing that Angor did not notice her, Auri crouched down to collect the papers.
While doing so, Auri curiously glanced at the contents of the papers.
There were complicated three-dimensional geometric patterns, all kinds of strange symbols, and rows of formulas filled with words. Auri did not understand the formulas, but for some reason, the numbers seemed to have some kind of magic power that attracted her attention. She could not help but stare at them.
In Auri's eyes, the numbers and formulas seemed to come alive. They slowly rotated and formed a dark door. The door was full of temptation. She felt as if a voice was urging her to step into the door …
Whoosh —
Auri suddenly shivered and woke up from her strange state.
She looked up and saw Angor standing in front of her in a thin white robe. She didn't know when he arrived. The morning breeze lifted the curtains, and the warm sunlight outlined Angor's handsome side profile.
"Auri, are you alright?"
Angor's voice pulled Auri back to reality. She finally noticed that the draft paper in her hand was already torn in half by Angor.
Auri blushed and lowered her head. "I just wanted to organize them. I didn't expect …"
"These formulas contain some truth. If your spirit power is not strong enough, it's dangerous to read them. You might lose yourself."
Olga nodded with lingering fear and stood up from the ground.
Angor waved a hand and cast a Cleanse spell. The papers fluttered in the air as if they had wings. In the end, they all landed on the desk neatly.
Auri was a little dazzled. It took her a while to realize that she was here to deliver breakfast.
"Young master, there's Milkberry Tree Sap for breakfast, paired with Cocoa Flowers. There's also Head Maid Mana's breakfast sausages, a plate of chicken and mushroom soup, fruits after the meal, and … my fried rice." Auri put the breakfast on the table while speaking.
Angor was not hungry, but he did not refuse Auri's kindness.
While eating, Angor asked, "How's my brother? Are you awake? "
"Lord Viscount woke up for a while, drank some soup, and went back to sleep. The doctor said that Lord Viscount is recovering well and should recover soon. "Olga stood to the side and said respectfully.
"That's good." He planned to check on Leon first, but since the man was asleep again, he decided to wait until Leon woke up.
After finishing breakfast, Angor spoke to Olga, "You almost got lost in the maze just now. Don't work today. Go back and rest."
Olga was stunned for a moment before she nodded gently. "I understand. Thank you for your concern, young master."
After Auri left, Angor returned to his desk and began to destroy the draft papers he had prepared earlier. Only the final design was left, which was a very mysterious geometric figure.
It took him a whole night to design the "lock".
The main purpose of the lock was to store the Nightmare Entity. The Nightmare Entity was still exposed to the outside world. It was safe for now, but who knew what would happen in the future?
Of course, the final purpose of the "lock" was to store the Nightmare Entity, but he only needed to use the Dream Whelk to bring the Nightmare Entity into the dream wasteland.
Angor's "lock" would not disappear in the real world. In order not to waste resources, he had to at least use the "lock" to help him in the real world.
The biggest problem for him right now was that he was always surrounded by Eureka and Thewis. Everything he did would be noticed by them, and using the Nightmare Domain to hide his presence was not a good idea.
Therefore, he hoped that the "lock" would be able to block the prying eyes of the outside world.
Another thing was that every time he used the Dream Whelk, he would generate Mystery energy. Wizards were very sensitive to Mystery energy. If they sensed it, he would be in big trouble later.
Therefore, it would be best if the "lock" could block the Mystery energy.
However, after spending a whole night designing, he found that most of the magic arrays used at least 20 runes. In other words, they were all at least high-tiered, which was not something he could use right now.
In the end, he took a step back and chose a magic array consisting of five mageweaths: Silent Confinement.
It was a magic array that combined defense, concealment, and concealment, which was perfect for the concept of "lock". Silent Confinement could not completely block the Mystery energy, but with some cantrips, Angor could restrict the Mystery energy to a radius of a hundred meters.
Angor did not start right away because he had never used Silent Confinement before. He needed some time to familiarize himself with the process. Also, there were other matters in the real world that he needed to deal with first.
He put the design into his bracelet and planned to check on Jon first.
But before he could do that, he heard the sound of wings flapping outside the window. He looked back and saw Brulee sitting on the balcony railing while staring at him with her big round eyes.
"It's still daytime. Owls should be sleeping by now, right?"
"I told you, I'm not like other owls! I don't need to sleep at all! " Brulee suddenly remembered something and spoke to Angor in a flattering tone, "I just heard that you're such a great alchemist."
"So?" While talking to Brulee, he walked to his wardrobe and took out a black vest embroidered with silver patterns. He put it on over his white shirt.
"I heard from Master that you promised to make me a monocle," Brulee carefully probed.
"Sure. What kind of monocle do you want? Give me a sample later." Angor would never refuse his promise. Besides, making a monocle wasn't a difficult task.
Brulee grinned from ear to ear when she saw Angor being so easy-going.
Since it did not have a sample, it had to go back to Eureka and ask.
…
On the other hand, Angor entered Jon's dream.
Jon sensed Angor's presence right away and pretended to be calm. "You're here?"
"Yes, I'm here," Angor said.
"I've already repeated the cycle of spring and summer here countless times. I wonder how much time has passed in the outside world?" Chown asked.
"Three and a half months."
"Only three and a half months?" Jon sighed. "I thought it's been three years. My sense of time is getting weaker and weaker."
Jon could not sense time because he was in his own dream, which meant he could change the flow of time at will. Under the constant intertwining of time, the concept of time would gradually become blurred.
Angor peeked through Jon's window to check his surroundings. He discovered that Jon was currently in a banquet hall. He was no stranger to this banquet hall. It was the hall of the main castle.
There were all kinds of delicacies in front of Chown, and he ate with a knife and fork in boredom.
"Ugh … When I realized I'm in a dream, I realized the food tasted like wax," Jon sighed. "I can imagine all kinds of food, but none of them taste good. How torturous."
"Then why are you still eating?"
Jon pointed at the other side of the table. "I prepared it for you because you're coming."
Specially prepared for me? Angor looked at where Jon was pointing with a puzzled look. There were two people sitting at the other side of the table. One was a young man with a bulky body, while the other was a beautiful woman with a gentle smile.
"He's … Old Padt?" Angor was surprised to see the young man.
"That's right. Don't be fooled by Old Padt's pot-bellied look when he was young." Jon paused. "Lyon inherited your father's looks. You, on the other hand, look more like your mother."
Jon suddenly looked at the woman on the other side of the table.
The woman waved a hand. "It's a pity I couldn't be with you when you were growing up, Angor. But don't forget, your mother loved you too."
Angor was surprised. His mother had already left when he began to remember things. He saw his mother's portrait, which was graceful and elegant, but also distant. He never saw his mother's smile so clearly like this.
He knew it was Jon's illusion, but he still couldn't hold back his excitement.
"Thank you," Angor said after a long pause.
"My memory is also weakening. I can clearly remember less and less of your mother's scenes. She didn't grow up with you, but her love for you didn't diminish at all. What she said just now was what she wanted me to tell you before she passed away. "
While speaking, the scene in Angor's dream suddenly faded away. Jon was stunned for a moment before everything returned to normal.
"What's going on?" He knew that Jon's brain was damaged, which caused his dream world to be incomplete. However, it was rare to see someone who did not put much effort into it. Even the main scenery was blurred.
Jon sighed and shook his head. "It's been like this lately, so I don't want to make too many illusions."
Angor remembered something. Whenever he entered Jon's dream, he always saw Jon's wife and daughter. But this time, when he entered Jon's dream, he did not see them.
Was it because Jon's condition wasn't right?
"My memory is deteriorating too. I've forgotten a lot of things. I'm afraid I'll forget about you one day." Jon shook his head. "But it's worth it. I thought I was dead for sure, but I managed to survive for a while in my dream."
Angor remained silent. Jon was dreaming, but his consciousness and memories were still bound to his brain. When his body was deteriorating, it was also reflected in his dream.
If Angor took Jon to the dream wasteland, his consciousness wouldn't be affected by his body, and his memory wouldn't deteriorate again.
Angor had been considering whether he should let Jon adapt to life in the dream wasteland in advance.
But now, Jon's condition made him decide.
With that in mind, Angor slowly explained the details of the dream wasteland to Jon.
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