Chapter 1323 Chivalry of a Knight <TOC> Chapter 1325 Registration
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At the summit of Azure Tower in Initial Heart City.
Marilyn, the lord of the city, bid farewell to a somewhat dazed Sabel. Then, with graceful strides, she tapped lightly on the door at the end of the corridor.
“Come in,” a languid voice beckoned from beyond the door, its tone replete with weariness.
As Lady Marilyn entered, she saw Freud, engrossed in a pile of paperwork on his desk.
Setting aside the copious documents momentarily, Freud looked up at Marilyn and commented, “You seem to be on cloud nine. I assume Sabel’s response was to your liking?”
“Upon being enlightened with a fragment of the ‘truth,’ he has pledged his allegiance to me,” Marilyn replied with a radiant smile, elated to have won over such a formidable knight to her cause.
“Hadn’t he already sworn allegiance to you? Why else would he be your captain of the city guards?”
“It’s different this time,” Marilyn said, a hint of pride in her voice. “Sabel has offered his knight’s soul as a token of his pledge, vowing to stand as the guardian knight of Initial Heart City.”
Freud nodded in understanding. For a knight, to offer one’s very soul as an oath was an act of the highest honor. In essence, Sabel’s earlier appointment as the captain was merely a professional role. Now, his vow to protect the city was an embodiment of his faith.
It was no wonder that Marilyn beamed with such joy.
“It seems your recent role as the mediator between him and Tulas was not in vain,” Freud quipped with a light chuckle, before inquiring about Marilyn’s visit. “Going by your expression, something appears to be troubling you?”
Marilyn’s jovial demeanor began to fade as she broached her primary concern, “It’s about Sheriff Tulas. His temperament is well-known to all. Having been defeated by Sir Sabel in front of a grand assembly, I fear…”
“Concerned that the sheriff’s position remains unresolved?” Freud arched an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Marilyn nodded, Tulas’s personality is too distinct, many speculate that given Tulas’s temperament, the blow from Sabel must have been massive, “Everyone is worried, thinking he might hide away for months like the last time.”
Previously, Tulas was absent from Initial Heart City for months because he was taken to the Abyss by Angel and naturally couldn’t return to the Wilderness of Dreams. Freud was aware of this, but these details weren’t necessary to share with Marilyn.
Freud chuckled, “Rest assured, your understanding of Tulas is rather superficial. He’s quite thick-skinned. He practices a method of mental triumph. In a few days, he’ll be back to his usual self.”
“Mental triumph?” Marilyn appeared puzzled.
Freud chose not to elaborate, instead saying, “While Tulas indeed enjoys the limelight, his character is more steadfast than you’d believe. He understands much, but doesn’t always vocalize his thoughts.”
“Don’t fret, in no time, he’ll come scurrying back.”
Having spent time in the Cathedral of the Dead, Freud knew that life there was rather monotonous. He believed Tulas would soon grow bored and shamelessly plead Angel to take him back to the Wilderness of Dreams.
Hearing this, Marilyn was still somewhat skeptical, but she couldn’t challenge Freud. She simply nodded and stepped back.
Though Freud thought Tulas might return to the Wilderness of Dreams in a few days, in reality, that very same day, Tulas came back, his face beaming with nonchalance.
Accompanying Tulas was Angel.
Freud stepped forward immediately, murmuring with respect, “My Lord.”
“Have you come to your senses? Now, you should get to work,” Angel addressed Tulas, who had an epiphany and turned to leave, mumbling to himself,
“After all, Sabel is dead. Without even a soul, just a thread of consciousness. What does beating me matter? He should try in reality.”
“Also, if you consider our ages when we were alive, I’m much younger. He’s grown so old; I clearly held back during our match, deliberately losing.”
“That’s right, absolutely.”
Murmuring various incantations, Tulas’s spirits seemed to have been rejuvenated. With a dramatic flourish, he swung open the balcony door and plunged straight down from the pinnacle of Azure Tower.
Given Angel’s presence, Freud held his tongue. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have already set off in a huff, chiding Tulas. For if Tulas had leapt from here, he would surely have left a crater on the ground. This would then burden the city’s construction team, wastefully draining resources and manpower!
Only when Tulas had departed did Freud venture in a hushed tone, “Lord, you’ve sought me out here. Is there a matter you wish to discuss?”
Angel gave a slight nod: “Indeed, there is.”
“In a moment, barring unforeseen circumstances, I intend to bring some people into the Wilderness of Dreams. They are devoted servants, having watched over me since my youth and share a close bond with me.”
Freud recalled Angel mentioning this in the past. Now, with Angel bringing it up again, he quickly grasped the intention: “Rest assured, my Lord. I will personally see to their accommodations. I have already assigned roles suited to their expertise. This will undoubtedly help them integrate into Initial Heart City swiftly.”
As he spoke, Freud retrieved several documents from the table, presenting them to Angel. The documents detailed the duties these servants were expected to perform. Not arduous tasks, but rather engaging roles that would ensure they frequently interact with the denizens, facilitating their swift assimilation into the city.
Angel nodded with satisfaction. He had utmost confidence in Freud’s arrangements.
The primary reason for his visit was to introduce Tulas and to discuss the arrangements for his loyal servants with Freud. Having conveyed his intentions, Angel was initially planning to return to reality. However, just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of some documents on Freud’s desk.
“—The Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report—?” Angel questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion as he read the title on the cover. “Weren’t you recently penning the second chapter of —Observations of the Wilderness of Dreams—? What’s this about?”
“This is actually tied to the content of the second piece, shedding light on the supplementary details of the ‘Wilderness of Dreams’ power.” Freud mused, “With Initial Heart City’s order now on the right track and the city’s affairs capably managed by Marilyn, I am quite at ease. That led me to the quest of seeking out that once scattered power. The Abnormal Affairs Team was precisely established for this purpose.”
The scattered power… Angel instantly recalled. When he first obtained the power from the core of the Nightmare Domain, there was a fragment of this power he did not integrate within himself. Instead, it dispersed, fusing with the very essence of the Wilderness of Dreams.
Yet, up till now, Angel remained oblivious about the true nature of this dispersed power. No anomalies or omen signs manifested. Granted, not all powers reveal omens. Still, being a power means there is an inherent law to it.
Freud’s Abnormal Affairs Team was founded to unearth this very law.
After perusing the —Abnormal Affairs Team Investigation Report—, Angel found no peculiarities. Many accounts were mere rumors gathered during the team’s visits… most being figments of the public’s imagination. Under nearly every entry, Freud had scribbled his definitive note: “Rumor.”
Entries without the “Rumor” label were merely cases yet to be verified.
Having read through the report, Angel held no hopes for the team’s findings.
Laws are like undercurrents in the deep sea; even if you venture into the depths, you might not necessarily spot these fleeting currents, let alone step into the abyss itself.
To genuinely locate this scattered power, the answer might lie deep within the main core of the Nightmare Domain.
Yet, Freud, in the end, acts out of his own convictions. Angel didn’t want to dampen his spirits and merely nodded, offering a few words of praise.
Upon parting ways with Freud, Angel made his return to reality. No sooner had he opened his eyes than he felt a surge of immense energy emanating from afar.
He stepped onto the balcony to take a closer look.
From the somber horizon’s edge, a sleek, dark metallic flying carriage appeared, led by three vibrantly radiant flamingos, reminiscent of the mesmerizing allure of the deep night sky.
These flamingos were awash in a deep, fiery red, like flames at their pinnacle of intensity; their stunning flight left an indelible mark on the canvas of the sky as they swept past.
The flying carriage they led bore a resemblance to the pumpkin carriages of fairytales — disc-shaped with windows and doors, adorned with intricate and otherworldly patterns.
At the heart of these patterns lay an emblem: a valley with winds and mists cascading through it.
Upon glimpsing this emblem, or perhaps one could call it a sigil, Angel was near certain of the visitor’s identity.
This sigil was the unique mark of the wizard organization Storm Valley. Redhead Suis hailed from this organization, making the owner of the flamingo-driven carriage evident without spoken words.
After a resonant cry, the flamingos executed an elegant loop in the air, finally guiding the exquisite carriage to a gentle stop upon the cloud-draped ground.
Once the carriage settled, the flamingos, free from their reins, lounged comfortably near the Demeter, exuding an air of contentment.
Then, the door of the carriage swung open, revealing two tall men stepping forth: the flamboyantly Redhead Suis and the impeccably dressed Sanders.
Following their descent, a peculiar barrier, ensnared by geometric designs, came out from the carriage.
Upon witnessing this geometrically constructed shield, Angel instantly recognized it as his Geometric Lock.
With the Geometric Lock now in its activated state, the individual within was undoubtedly the mastermind whom Sanders and his party had sought to apprehend——Rolando.
Chapter 1323 Chivalry of a Knight <TOC> Chapter 1325 Registration