Chapter 2089 Gift <TOC> Chapter 2091 Returning to Freedom
Translator: SumTLMan
“As Boil Gentleman still needs to visit the Crossroads, I won’t disturb you further. I have matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave now.”
Angel spoke these words with an undisturbed demeanor, but inside, he was already bubbling with excitement.
He and Boil Gentleman had discussed the dynamo and the Seed of Distortion for a whole day.
After such a delay, he finally found the opportunity to bid farewell when Boil Gentleman mentioned his trip to the Crossroads for materials.
“Is Highness Shava leaving so soon?” Although Boil Gentleman’s expression was unseen, his voice carried a tone of disappointment.
“Yes, there are some matters in the outside world I must attend to, so I must depart,” replied Angel, controlling his fluctuating emotions.
Although he was curious about many aspects of Boil Gentleman’s transformation laboratory, including the dynamo and the Seed of Distortion, his understanding was still superficial. He wanted to delve deeper, but more than researching these works, which were hard to replicate in the Wizarding World, he wished to leave sooner and spread the news of this place.
Boil Gentleman felt a profound reluctance. It was rare to find someone who appreciated his work, especially someone as respected as Highness Shava. He truly wished to continue their discussions, but since Highness Shava had spoken thus, he had no pretext to detain him further.
With a sigh of regret, Boil Gentleman said, “Very well, I shall escort Highness Shava out of the Maze of Mystlight Candles Corridor.”
Though Angel wanted to say he could leave on his own, he didn’t. Having already spent a whole day with Boil Gentleman, a few more minutes didn’t matter.
As Boil Gentleman led Angel out of the modification laboratory, he kept expressing how much he had gained from their conversation that day, occasionally mentioning the light solvent, implying his hope that Angel would attend a banquet in the Land of Heart Sigh during the upcoming Offering Moon Festival.
Angel simply smiled in response, neither refusing nor agreeing.
Back in the Maze of Mystlight Candles Corridor, after turning a corner, Angel finally saw what Boil Gentleman had mentioned earlier: “The already decaying mother of the Seed of Distortion.”
The decaying mother looked similar to the one in its prime he had seen in the laboratory. They were both massive tentacled spheres, clinging to the corners of the walls, surrounded by two smaller sphere creatures, the Offspring of the Seed of Distortion.
“The only difference between the decaying and prime phases is the color change of the Seed of Distortion’s mother,” explained Boil Gentleman, touching its now dull skin with a tinge of sadness: “This mother probably won’t last until the day of Heart Sigh’s complete descent.”
As he spoke, Boil Gentleman picked up the two smaller offspring from the ground.
“These are the last two offspring this mother propagated.” He sighed, dropping one to the ground: “This one has lost its vitality due to lack of energy.”
“This one…” Boil Gentleman looked at the other offspring in his hand: “Is barely alive. Although not completely inactive, it’s close to losing vitality.”
With another shake of his head, he casually tossed it to the ground and continued walking.
Angel watched the offspring that rolled to his feet, feeling a stir in his heart. He used his mental power to pick it up.
As Boil Gentleman said, this offspring was completely empty inside, unlike those he had seen in the transformation laboratory.
It was like a malnourished, prematurely born child, now on the brink of death.
“Is Highness Shava interested in it?” Boil Gentleman, hearing the movement, stopped and turned around.
“A bit,” replied Angel, looking at Boil Gentleman. “If I continue to supply it with energy, can it survive?”
Boil Gentleman paused and nodded, “If energy is provided by Highness Shava, it can maintain normal activity, but it is just an offspring, without much use other than as a weapon.”
“If Highness Shava wants the Seed of Distortion’s mother, I can apply to Lord Nooka. I believe Menavarro wouldn’t be stingy to contribute its useless and ugly limbs for you.”
Angel: “No problem, I just want to study it.”
Boil Gentleman wanted to say, compared to the mother, the offspring actually has no research value; it’s just a consumable.
But he didn’t say it.
After all, there are plenty of Seed of Distortion’s offspring, missing one or two doesn’t matter. If Highness Shava wants it, then take it.
Seeing Boil Gentleman say nothing more, Angel knew he acquiesced, feeling pleased.
——Although he really wanted to study the Seed of Distortion’s mother, he couldn’t get the main material, so the offspring was more useful.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. In the eyes of Boil Gentleman, it’s a consumable of little use, but for Angel, it represents a very powerful loyal puppet!
Through the green rune on his right hand, Angel infused the aura of the Nightmare Plane into the withered Seed of Distortion.
With the Nightmare Plane’s aura entering it, he could clearly feel the empty energy inside the Seed of Distortion slowly filling up.
Confirming the Seed of Distortion wouldn’t wither and perish, Angel surrounded it with a layer of Nightmare Illusion power, then satisfiedly stored it in his bracelet.
Boil Gentleman didn’t say anything about this and continued to lead Angel towards the entrance of the Maze of Mystlight Candles Corridor.
Boil Gentleman’s transformation laboratory was indeed very close to the entrance of the Maze of Mystlight Candles Corridor, taking less than a minute, Angel could see a familiar metallic gate from afar.
This gate was the entrance to the ruins, and also the exit of this half-plane.
Looking at this gate, Angel’s mood stirred up again. He came to these ruins previously to confirm whether there was a rune behind the gate.
Back then, outside this gate, he urgently probed for the truth behind the gate, to no avail; now, after all the twists and turns, he came near the gate again, but this time, he stood inside.
Angel walked up to the gate, his gaze briefly on the runes on the gate.
Before falling into the Doreen Flower Garden, he had already detected that there was a rune behind the gate, but at the time, due to the urgency, he didn’t see whether there was a three dimensional map on the rune.
Now, he could take this opportunity to investigate.
Although he had made up his mind, Angel didn’t immediately study the rune, but slowly opened the ancient and clumsy gate.
As the gate opened, Angel clearly felt the surrounding spatial energy start to change, and the airflow also became abnormal.
This was the natural convection occurring when the half-plane and the real world opened a connected passage.
Outside the gate was a pitch-black mist, obviously the Black Dream Tunnel previously mentioned by Boil Gentleman.