Chapter 2490 Table Discussion <TOC> Chapter 2492 Life Pool
Translator: SumTLMan
Two days later, Ruins Underground Second Floor.
Footsteps echoed through the corridor, accompanied by a rich milky scent wafting through the air.
Angel, who had been engrossed in his research at his desk, sniffed the air and looked up curiously towards the direction of the study door.
A couple of seconds later, a knocking sound came from the door.
Angel frowned slightly, retracting the green rune that had been activated by his right eye, right hand, and right forearm, and then picked up a magazine to cover the notebook on the table before speaking, “Come in.”
The door’s lock clicked open automatically.
A petite figure pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a strangely shaped platter.
Angel looked up at the visitor.
This was a not-so-tall young witch, just tall enough to see over the desk, dressed in a long dress adorned with colorful mushroom patterns, with a doll-like perfect face, marred only by the heavy dark circles under her eyes as if she were wearing smoky makeup, which spoiled the overall ambiance.
“Miss Regina,” Angel greeted softly.
The visitor was Regina, the “Mushroom Witch,” who had been working in the laboratory on the third underground floor of the ruins, studying Mystlight and other mushrooms from the Doreen Flower Gardens.
“No need to be so formal, just call me Regina,” she said as she placed the odd-shaped platter on the table: “I heard from Tree Spirit that you had returned, so I came to check on you. These are the fresh milk-water mushrooms I’ve cultivated; they taste like sweet cream and can be served as a snack. Tree Spirit had tried them before and mentioned that you might like them, so I brought them especially for you to try.”
Angel looked at the platter, which was filled with dozens of tiny white mushrooms resembling little pastries, and remained silent.
He wasn’t sure how to respond. To refuse would seem ungracious, as Regina was likely acting out of kindness, albeit with a teasing intent; to accept would reveal his personal preferences, which wasn’t really a big deal, but Angel felt a bit embarrassed about it.
“Hmm? Don’t you like them?” Regina looked at him, puzzled.
“…Thank you.” After hesitating for a moment, Angel accepted Regina’s kind gesture.
Regina raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding Angel’s internal struggle, and her lips curled up slightly in amusement. However, she was tactful and did not continue to discuss the fresh milk-water mushrooms, but instead turned her gaze to the magazine beside Angel’s hand.
It was a magazine titled —Dance of the Metals—.
Regina was hearing about this magazine for the first time and didn’t think much of it, assuming it was some obscure gossip magazine; her focus was more on the densely written notebook under the —Dance of the Metals—.
“It looks like you’re working, so I won’t disturb you any longer.” Regina yawned and then turned to walk towards the door.
As Regina approached the door, she turned and said, “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to ask, have you heard from Portia recently?”
Angel shook his head: “No.”
Regina nodded: “That’s good, I’ll be going then.”
With that, Regina didn’t stay any longer and quickly left the room. Angel listened to her hurried footsteps descending the stairs and then returned to the lab. Soon, the clattering of equipment filled the lab, clearly Regina’s passion for research was even greater than Angel’s.
Even so, Regina still made time to see him.
Angel knew his charm certainly couldn’t compete with mushrooms in Regina’s eyes, probably the reason she came was also for Portia.
After all… Portia was researching forbidden arts. As Portia’s friend, it was normal for Regina to be worried.
Angel sighed, deciding not to think too much about it, and pulled the cover off the —Dance of the Metals—, preparing to continue his research on the green rune structure previously shown by the spotted puppy.
However, Angel couldn’t help but zone out after a moment of research.
After a while, Angel slowly raised his head, his gaze resting on a dish on the table.
After some hesitation, Angel reached out: “I’ve been researching these past two days, and it’s definitely taken a toll on my brain, no wonder I can’t concentrate… I need some nourishment, yes, nourishment.”
With that excuse, Angel felt justified in biting into a juicy, flavorful milk mushroom.
The narrow study was immediately filled with a faint scent of milk, and the air seemed to turn slightly sweet and cloying.
As Angel enjoyed his delightful afternoon dessert, suddenly, his chewing paused. Deep in his mental space, hanging on the Power Tree, the fruit representing the “Gatekeeper” power sent him an unfamiliar fluctuation.
“There’s a newcomer in the Wilderness of Dreams.” Angel immediately discerned the meaning of the fluctuation.
Since Angel had given a large number of login devices to Lord Rhine, he hadn’t really paid much attention to who entered the Wilderness of Dreams because people were accessing it every day. However, the login devices given to Lord Rhine were limited, and after being allocated and used over this period, there had been few new logins in recent days.
Because of this, Angel had reactivated the alert for “newcomer entering the Wilderness of Dreams.”
Despite the risk of being disturbed, he decided to diligently monitor every new visitor to the Wilderness of Dreams. After all, he had previously entrusted the login devices to the Enforcer and the spotted puppy, both of whom were significant figures; if they entered the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel would want to meet them immediately.
Even if Angel was engrossed in researching the green runes, as soon as he felt the Gatekeeper power’s alert, he would immediately shift his focus to the newcomer.
This time was no exception.
Angel delved into his thoughts, his gaze passing through the Gatekeeper’s power and looking towards a long, dark corridor.
This was a new Dream Bridge.
At the end of the Dream Bridge was the gateway leading to the Wilderness of Dreams.
Soon by the Dream Bridge, a gaunt figure appeared, adorned in a wizard robe embroidered with dark patterns of blue orchids, his beard slightly curled, and white eyebrows drooping down to his chest, a benevolent old man.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Angel’s tense strings somewhat relaxed.
It was not the Enforcer, nor was it a spotted puppy. The man was the head of the House of Lilith, “Like the Night” Canter.
Angel had heard from Tree Spirit about Canter the previous day; the wizard had accompanied Sanders to the Tidal Realm and had not yet departed from there.
Now, Canter had entered the Wilderness of Dreams, likely brought in by Sanders using the Nightmare Dream Entry spell.
Sensing the situation of the Wilderness of Dreams, sure enough, Sanders was online.
Though Canter was not a wizard of the Savage Grottoes, his House of Lilith had an alliance with Phantom Island, and he personally was a close friend of Sanders. Since Sanders had agreed to let Canter in, Angel naturally had no objections.
Angel even went out of his way to help Canter, directly placing him next to Sanders upon his arrival in the Wilderness of Dreams.
After completing these actions, Angel withdrew from the Wilderness of Dreams.
Since the visitor was neither the Enforcer nor the spotted puppy, there was no immediate need to enter the Wilderness of Dreams… However, Angel recalled that Canter had mentioned needing to see him, a commitment made while in the Mist Belt to assist Nisi, also to meet with Angel.
“It seems I should meet Lord Canter after all,” Angel whispered softly. “But let’s wait a bit longer, let him get acquainted with the Wilderness of Dreams first.”
Entering now would likely lead Canter to barrage him with a series of questions about the Wilderness of Dreams.
The certainty of this assumption stemmed from previous experiences with wizards of the Wilderness of Dreams, who, upon entry, invariably turned into curious inquirers, incessantly questioning.
Not even the exalted Rhine or the esteemed Tree Spirit Lord were spared, and Canter would likely be the same.
He did not wish to laboriously explain each question; that task was better left to Sanders.
Once Canter had a sufficient understanding, Angel decided he would meet with him. By then, Canter would have grasped the essentials, facilitating a normal conversation.
Content with this plan, Angel shifted his focus back to the green rune.
…
Indeed, Angel’s predictions were accurate.
Initially, Canter had great expectations for Sanders’ mysterious Dream Entry spell, but upon stepping into the Wilderness of Dreams, he was utterly baffled.
Was this the Dream Realm? But why did it possess characteristics of reality? So vivid, he could even sense magic?
What was happening with his body? It felt like his own, yet his bloodline seemed dormant, and his mental space had become somewhat rigid?
In astonishment, Canter delved into studying his own condition, spawning even more questions.
He hurriedly looked around, hoping to find someone to ask.
Then, he saw Sanders nearby, staring at him with wide, surprised eyes.
“How did you end up here?” Sanders asked, puzzled. This was a magical cottage in the suburbs of the New City; how could Canter have come here? Under normal circumstances, when using the Dream Entry spell, shouldn’t his arrival point be Initial Heart City?
“I was about to ask you the same question… You don’t know either? Or are you perhaps not the real Sanders? Tell me, who are you?!” Canter suddenly jumped back, glaring angrily at the man seated behind the desk.
Sanders was silent for a moment, then he realized the reason.
Presumably, Angel had sensed a newcomer entering and realized it was Canter, so he took the opportunity to send him here.
Watching Canter’s confused and wary face across from him, Sanders couldn’t help but sigh deeply:
“True to form as my disciple, always… so considerate.”
Sanders actually shared the same sentiment as Angel; he was too lazy to explain the ‘why’ to newcomers, even if the person was his dear friend.
But now that Canter was right in front of him, he had no choice but——
To drive him out.
Yes, Sanders was ruthless, forcefully ejecting Canter from the magical cottage.
Leveraging Canter’s lack of skill in virtual magic power, Sanders had set up a defensive barrier within the cottage, accessible only to those he permitted. And Canter, at this moment, was clearly excluded.
However, no matter what, Canter was still Sanders’ dear friend, and he felt it was too harsh to handle it like this.
After driving Canter out, Sanders pointed him towards a clearer path.
There stood Canter, bewildered and sprawled in front of the magical cottage’s door, as a piece of illusion-crafted paper slowly floated in front of him.
“Dear Canter, I know you have many questions, unfortunately, I am currently engaged in research and cannot explain them one by one. However, do not worry, head southwest where a city still under construction lies, and there you can find someone to ask about your doubts regarding the Wilderness of Dreams. ——Your dear friend, Sanders Iguro.”