Chapter 645 Birth Spell <TOC> Chapter 647 Freud's Research Topics
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Angel took a brooch from the bracelet—Dream Twins.
“Take this brooch to Lady Gloria, it’s for her…” Angel’s words were cut short as Toby had already started flapping its wings, flying towards the window.
The frequency of its wing flaps was faster than Angel had ever seen before.
However, without using the Gravity Lines, Toby was still a step slower than Angel. Before it could rush out of the window, a pair of transparent energy hands closed the window.
With a thud, Toby hit the specially made window head-on.
After some confusion, Toby found itself reappearing in Angel’s palm.
“What are you running for? It’s not like it’s a matter of life and death. Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems.” Angel said, but in Toby’s eyes, the corners of his mouth curved into a malicious smile. Then Toby felt its body being squeezed tighter and tighter in Angel’s palm…
Five minutes later, Toby flapped its wings and flew out of the window.
At the window, Angel was holding his cheek with his left hand, waving his right arm at it: “Go on, Lady Gloria needs your comfort.”
Toby swallowed saliva in its throat and resignedly flew towards the lakeshore.
It had barely been forgiven by Gloria, and it really didn’t want to face her again. Although it knew that Gloria’s whipping was for its own good, it was too exhausting and painful, and every training session left it physically and mentally drained.
However, Toby recalled the words Angel had said to it: “Lady Gloria is weighed down by her thoughts, in a very poor mental state, and her emotions are quite unstable. I’m worried that something might happen.”
Although Toby was afraid to face Gloria, it still loved and respected her from the depths of its heart.
So when Angel said that, even though its body was still resisting, it accepted Angel’s mission and flew with the brooch towards Gloria’s magic hut.
Before it even approached the magic cottage, Toby could hear the hysterical cursing from afar.
And as Angel mentioned, the extremely unstable emotions.
Toby’s body contained the emotions of a legendary magical creature, and its sensitivity to emotions even far exceeded that of the talented Black Shadow Servant 19 that Goode had spoken of.
It could clearly sense the layers of distress in Gloria’s heart.
In fact, during the time it was trained by Gloria, it could also sense that she had some concerns. However, such openly displayed emotions were the first time it had ever sensed them.
Toby approached the magic hut nervously.
Before Toby could even knock on the door, a sharp shout came from inside, accompanied by a powerful pressure like a rushing sea: “Who is it?”
Toby trembled, flapping his wings weakly and squeaking softly under the immense pressure.
The pressure receded like a tide.
A moment of silence followed inside, then a voice struggling to suppress emotion spoke: “Toby, what brings you here? Do you think I didn’t train you well enough?”
Gloria intended to use humor to brush off the earlier intimidation, but her lingering emotions made the statement sound sarcastic.
“Chirp chirp—”
Gloria, fluent in bird language, could tell that Toby was trying to comfort and express concern for her.
“I’m fine. Go back for now; I just want some peace and quiet on my own.”
Gloria didn’t open the door. She didn’t want to face Toby in her current state, nor did she want her emotions to hurt the bird she held dear.
Toby, rejected at the door, hung his head low outside. His anxiety before seeing Gloria turned entirely into worry for her.
Separated by a door, the person and the bird fell silent, each consumed by their emotions, but neither took a step forward.
After a while, Toby hummed softly and placed the brooch Angel had given him on the windowsill of the magic cottage. He gently tapped the glass window with his beak, then flew into the sky with a heavy heart.
Once Toby had left, Gloria approached the window and hesitated before opening it.
The windowsill was adorned with flowers, and amid the blossoms, Gloria immediately spotted a glint of silver.
She had not opened the door earlier, but her mental power had been locked onto Toby, and she knew he had placed something on the windowsill. She didn’t know what it was until now.
Despite her lingering agitation, Gloria, as a woman, was still amazed by the gift Toby had brought. Her mood lightened considerably.
Gloria carefully picked up the shimmering silver object.
At the same time, a white slip of paper fluttered to the ground.
Gloria picked up the paper and saw a neat row of universal continental script written on it. This standardized writing, though not as elegant as the florid script popular among wizards, was far more comforting to read when one was feeling agitated.
Somehow, Gloria’s mood relaxed a bit.
“Gloria, this brooch is called ‘Dream Twins.’ I hope you like it.”
Signed: Angel Pat.
Gloria smiled and looked at the lifelike images of the “bird” and “griffin” on the brooch, murmuring softly: “Dream Twins, huh? It seems quite nice.”
Gloria waved her hand, and the paper turned into specks of dust, falling into the flower bed.
She looked at the endless blue sky and the sparkling lake, and the heavy burden that she had been unable to put down suddenly began to loosen.
Closing the window, Gloria returned to her desk with Dream Twins.
She guessed that this brooch should be the Illusionary accessory Angel had crafted for her. Although curious about what kind of Illusionary landscape Angel would craft for her, she didn’t check Dream Twins right away, instead setting it aside.
For some reason, after Toby’s arrival, Gloria felt her internal irritability gradually smoothing out. Taking advantage of her current state, she decided to recalculate the previously missing data from scratch.
Gloria had a vague premonition that she might succeed this time.
As Gloria recalculated the data, Toby appeared outside Angel’s bedroom window.
“I knew it, Lady Gloria wouldn’t do anything to you…” Seeing Toby safely return, Angel was about to tease him when he saw Toby wobble and fall from mid-air.
Angel was startled and, without hesitation, jumped to the balcony. Before Toby hit the ground, he caught him with a Magic Hand.
When Angel held Toby in his palm, he noticed that Toby’s body was faintly red, and sweat was continuously pouring from his forehead.
Reaching out to touch its head, he immediately felt the heat. Toby was obviously showing symptoms of fever.
How could Toby have a fever with his physical condition? Although Angel had doubts, he acted quickly, treating Toby’s fever immediately.
He also slowly transferred gentle energy into Toby’s body.
With emergency treatment, Toby’s condition improved, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep. But Angel still looked puzzled. Toby had just gone to see Gloria, so how did he get a fever upon returning? Most importantly, it was understandable for mortals to get sick, as their bodies were vulnerable to infection; but with Toby’s physical condition, even alternating between ice water and hot water wouldn’t cause a fever.
Unable to figure it out, Angel could only wait for Toby to wake up and ask him what had happened.
Time passed, and the clock on the wall completed a full circle.
Toby was still in a deep sleep, and Angel stayed with him all night. Once he was sure that Toby’s condition was stable, he left the bedroom and decided to go to the greenhouse.
The greenhouse wasn’t far from the lakeshore. Standing at the entrance of the greenhouse, Angel could still see the extremely extravagant magic cottage by the lakeside.
The door of the magic cottage was tightly closed, and Angel didn’t know what was happening inside, but for now, everything seemed calm.
He originally thought that Gloria would come to find him after seeing the illusion, but so far, Gloria had not sent any messages. Angel felt a little uneasy; could it be that Gloria was not satisfied with the illusion he created?
In the Dream Twins illusion he created, he borrowed a lot of materials found in the holographic tablets. Perhaps the differences between the two civilizations caused a barrier?
Angel pushed open the door of the flower room and, under the watchful eyes of the Kulakuka people, he walked towards the back of the building.
There, he had set up a misty illusion, inside of which was a small purple flower swaying gracefully under the green leaves.
This small purple flower was the Soul Source Flower. Freud was temporarily residing within the flower.
Although Freud seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, Angel still placed him here alone to prevent him from using words to bewitch the Kulakuka people.
Angel came here to find Freud.
While the Soul Source Flower could temporarily accommodate Freud, it was not a permanent solution. Angel intended to craft a residence that would allow Freud’s soul to be stored for a long time, so he planned to ask if Freud had any requirements for this “residence.”
Angel slowly extended his mental tendrils into the Soul Source Flower.
Inside the Soul Source Flower was a miniature illusion.
The illusion was simple: a very ordinary cottage. Angel had constructed some books and magazines inside to keep Freud entertained while staying there. However, compared to the illusion he set up for Hana, the little girl in the well of the graveyard in Black Castle, the cottage arranged for Freud was much more rudimentary.
When Angel saw Freud again, he was sitting cross-legged on a soft bed, holding a novel in his hands.
The novel was called —Dragonlance Chronicles—.
It was a fantasy novel from Earth, roughly about a hero fighting an evil dragon. Although the plot was very ordinary, the ending was interesting… As the hero and the dragon fought, the kidnapped princess discovered that she had fallen in love with the dragon. The hero killed the dragon, and the princess, overwhelmed with grief, plunged a knife into the chest of her former lover – the hero.
It was a tragic ending with everyone dead.
Angel, with a wicked sense of humor, had constructed the book through illusion.
Unexpectedly, Freud was actually engrossed in the story.
Judging from his page-turning, Freud was not only immersed in the story but was also close to reaching the ending.
Angel wondered if Freud would choke on a mouthful of old blood when he reached the tragic conclusion…
Chapter 645 Birth Spell <TOC> Chapter 647 Freud's Research Topics