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“Leon and I went to the Stone Pillar Coliseum in the south of the city.”
Jon’s response surprised Angel: “Eh? My brother is also there? When did he start mingling with Popoca?”
“It was Freud who asked him to find Popoca…” With Jon’s explanation, Angel understood the reason behind it.
Leon recently began self-studying bloodline-based tricks, which often led to many questions about his practice. Now residing in the Bliss Pavilion, he could consult with Shalem and others, but they were not specialists in bloodlines. The only expert, Nausica, had already left Sky Mechanical City.
Therefore, Leon, with his questions, went to the Wilderness of Dreams to seek Freud’s help.
Freud, although he had dabbled in some bloodline tricks, was primarily a dream study apprentice and knew not much, unable to answer many of Leon’s questions. So, he recommended Leon to seek Popoca.
Popoca, knowing Leon was Angel’s brother, willingly shared all he knew. Recently, whenever Leon had questions, Popoca would stop his work, take him to the Stone Pillar Coliseum, and teach him personally.
Jon, though focused on the Mother Tree Network’s research, valued Leon’s future progress more. So whenever Leon came over, Jon would make way for Popoca to teach Leon.
After hearing all this, Angel felt a twinge of guilt.
He had been so absorbed in his personal growth that he forgot that Leon’s mentor wasn’t around. Leon needed proper guidance to advance on the path of bloodlines.
Despite his guilt, Angel was willing to spend time guiding his brother properly… but his own abilities were limited.
Sending Leon to be trained by Jon is hardly ideal, as Jon is mostly unfamiliar with the intricacies of bloodline tricks. Indeed, Leon might even fare worse than Freud in that regard.
Sanders might have studied bloodline tricks and spells, but it’s unlikely that Angel would ask Sanders to teach Leon. Even if he did ask, it’s probable that Sanders would refuse.
At present, it seems only Popoca might be able to provide some temporary guidance to Leon.
However, this isn’t a sustainable solution. Popoca has almost entirely become a resident of the Dream Realm, and even with Virtual Magic Power at his disposal, he can’t manipulate it… In other words, Popoca is now no different from a mortal. Although he possesses knowledge, he lacks the ability to perfectly demonstrate the transcendent efficacy of bloodline tricks.
“Perhaps later, through the Mission Hall, we should recruit some bloodline apprentices to serve as Leon’s mentors? It would be timely, as the Mother Tree Network also needs to recruit some talent.”
As Angel was silently musing to himself, the doors of the theater suddenly burst open. Warm sunlight streamed through the gap, spilling a serene pattern of light and shadow across the dimly lit seating area.
Leon and Popoca walked in through the opened door.
Leon’s hair was damp, and his face and forehead were covered in beads of sweat, clearly the result of intense training.
“In training here, although your muscles don’t remember, your brain forms impressions. You must capitalize on these impressions before they fade, returning to reality to properly exercise and convert these impressions into experience…” Popoca was saying, imparting some words of wisdom to Leon as they walked.
Popoca’s voice abruptly ceased as Leon looked up, puzzled, only to see Angel in the distance.
Leon’s face lit up with surprise, and he quickly approached Angel.
“Angel!” Leon expressed his joy very happily. He wanted to embrace Angel, but due to the seating arrangement, he could only put his arm around Angel to show his delight.
Leon sat on the other side of Angel. Popoca initially thought to step away, but after Leon sat down and kept talking about Popoca and his training, he decided not to leave and sat in the row behind them.
After discussing his training for a while, Leon directed the Conversation towards Angel: “I asked Freud before, he said you’ve been in seclusion recently, consolidating your skills. Are you here today because your seclusion has ended?”
Angel shook his head: “It’s not over yet, but my mentor asked me to come and wait for him today; it seems he has something to tell me. However, he doesn’t seem to have arrived yet, and since I was a bit tired, I came to the theater to rest and wait for him.”
Hearing this, Leon felt a bit embarrassed and said, “Did I disturb your rest?”
Angel smiled: “No, for me, chatting is also a form of rest and relaxation.”
At this moment, Jon suddenly said, “I noticed while I was playing the piano earlier, you seem to have something troubling you?”
Angel noticed the evident concern in Jon’s eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that his own emotions might have caused Jon to worry, who specifically played —Sailor— probably intending to use music to soothe his troubles.
Angel replied, “Yes, there are some troubling matters, but they’re not anything major.”
Angel didn’t hide anything and shared the incidents from the ruins. He revealed the truth also to prevent Jon from worrying too much.
After hearing about Angel’s troubles, Jon’s worry slightly eased. He had thought something more serious had happened to Angel. If it’s just the frustration of not being able to solve a mystery, that’s not too big of a concern.
Jon, no longer worried, listened with interest to Angel’s description of the strange occurrences in the ruins.
In the illusionary scene conjured by Angel, Jon felt as if he was also a part of it.
Jon tried to share some of Angel’s confusion, pondering the mysteries within. Unfortunately, Jon’s knowledge of transcendent abilities was too limited, and his past experience with escape rooms on Earth was of no help.
Finally, Jon shook his head and lamented, “It’s too complex. Are all the puzzles in the Wizarding World this complicated?”
Leon also listened to the entire process, equally clueless. Echoing Jon’s words, he added, “It indeed is complex. Maybe I could help if it were a bit simpler.”
Jon glanced at Leon: “With your brains, even simpler wouldn’t be simple enough.”
Leon looked at Jon angrily, to which Jon nonchalantly said, “If you disagree, come find me in the library later. If you can solve the math test I’ll give you…”
Before Jon could finish, Leon had already deflated.
Jon sighed, “Angel could solve these tests at ten. So, do you think you can solve a mystery that even Angel can’t?”
“It’s a different matter. The level of thinking is different,” Leon tried to argue, but with noticeably less conviction.
Angel was originally amused watching Jon and Leon bicker, a familiar scene he’d witnessed for over a decade, somewhat nostalgic… However, as he listened, a sudden insight flashed through his mind.
But before Angel could grasp this insight, it disappeared.
Though Angel didn’t understand the meaning of this fleeting thought… he sensed he might have overlooked some details.
As Angel tried to delve deeper into this thought, a message came through in his mental space: “Attention, the marked one has entered the Wilderness of Dreams!”
Chapter 1965 Way to Enter <TOC> Chapter 1967 Writing Rows of Text