Chapter 646 Meeting Freud <TOC> Chapter 648 Overcoming Difficulties
Translator: SumTLMan
Angel shifted his attention elsewhere.
The room was neatly arranged, showing that even as a soul, Freud was very strict with himself. The furnishings were almost the same as when Angel had left.
The only difference was a stack of books on the pillow by the bedside.
Usually, the books people place by their pillows are those they like to read or plan to read. Angel looked over and found that the books Freud chose were very interesting.
There were no wizard books or magazines.
They were all books Angel had seen on holographic tablets, such as gender transformation and legendary stories of cross-dressing men traveling the world – —Swift Sword Lady—; the ordinary yet ambiguous forbidden daily life between two soul nuns serving the gods – —Lilies: Sin and Punishment—; and the rise of a protagonist from the perspective of a magical beast – —Beast-faced, Human-hearted—…
These books were basically entertaining novels to pass the time.
Angel had skimmed through them when he was bored on the Purple Bohemia. They had no substantial content and didn’t teach any profound lessons, but they were relaxing to read.
The backgrounds of these books were mostly indistinguishable, and some even had traces of the Wizarding World. Angel initially created these novels casually, thinking that a cold and empty room wasn’t good.
Surprisingly, Freud was quite fond of these types of novels, while the wizarding magazines Angel had created were left neglected and unappreciated.
Suddenly, Angel’s attention was drawn to the right side of the cabin, where there was a large desk.
On the desk was a thick stack of papers filled with writing.
—Possibilities of Soul Development—, —Precautions for Soul-Body Integration—, —Self-cultivation after Gender Transformation (proposed)—, —Whispers of Dreams—, —Little Secrets of the Dream Conch—, —On the Combination of Illusions and the Dream Conch—…
Angel casually flipped through a few pages and discovered that these manuscripts were mostly research topics written by Freud.
The first half was about souls, and the second half was about dreams.
These two research topics were very fitting for Freud.
Studying the soul was for his own future development direction. He even considered the proposition of “possessing a female body.” Perhaps he read —Swift Sword Lady— to see the psychological changes other men experienced after turning into women. As for his reading of —Lilies: Sin and Punishment—… Angel shook his head, thinking that Freud had fully prepared for his own future.
His research on dreams was because Freud himself was very interested in dreams and had even been known as “Dream Reader” when he was alive.
However, what intrigued Angel more was the research topic —On the Combination of Illusions and the Dream Conch—.
Because he saw his name in it.
“Lord Angel’s illusions are as real as life. This is somewhat similar to the dream-making of the Dream Conch. If combined, it might produce extraordinary effects.”
This subject was at the very bottom of all the papers, and there was only this one cryptic sentence on it.
If Freud had not organized these manuscripts, then this subject should have been the first one Freud had listed, perhaps the first one after Angel created the illusions for him.
What did he mean by this?
The Dream Conch, he must have been referring to the Mysterious Object: Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast.
His illusions and the dream-making of the Dream Conch, could they share some similarities?
As Angel pondered, Freud put down the —Dragonlance Chronicles— and walked down from the bed, stood in front of the desk, and asked in a low voice: “Lord Angel?”
He was attracted by the rustling sound.
His research subjects on the desk showed obvious signs of movement.
If other extraordinary people discovered this place, the first thing they would do is destroy the illusion. Now the illusion still stands, but his manuscripts have moved, so besides Angel, he didn’t think of anyone else.
Angel paused, returning the manuscript to the table.
Having been caught, Angel didn’t feel embarrassed. The illusion itself, including the pen and paper, were created by him, so Freud knew very well that no matter what he wrote, he couldn’t hide it from Angel.
“It seems you’ve had a fulfilling few months, researching one subject after another,” Angel’s voice appeared out of thin air in the room.
Freud glanced at the desk, and the last moved manuscript was —On the Combination of Illusions and the Dream Conch—.
“Just listing research subjects and outlining directions, but most of the specific content is empty,” Freud paused, implying: “If there’s a chance in the future, you can perfect them one by one.”
As for the opportunity, it was naturally the chance to survive.
Freud used this method to subtly remind Angel not to break his promise.
“As long as you don’t get yourself killed, there will always be a chance.”
After saying this, Angel wanted to ask Freud what that subject meant, but after carefully observing Freud, he noticed that when Freud was replying just now, his gaze had secretly glanced at the subject.
Somehow, Angel felt that the reason Freud listed this subject was actually waiting for him to ask, and he even deliberately pointed out his name on the paper, making his intention clear.
Regardless of whether it was intentional, Angel stopped the words he was about to say and instead remarked: “Judging from the subjects you’ve researched, you seem to have your own ideas about the future. I originally wanted to give you some advice, but you seem to have a more comprehensive understanding, so I won’t offer any suggestions.”
With a single sentence, he brushed over Freud’s research subjects, and then changed the subject: “The effect of nourishing souls with the Soul Source Flower has weakened considerably. I came here to transfer you to another place more suitable for soul cultivation. Let me know if you have any requests.”
Although Freud appeared to be normal, Angel’s attention was always locked on him. After Angel mentioned his research subject, a brief hint of disappointment flashed across Freud’s eyes.
As expected, Freud was waiting for him to ask.
Angel had no intention of indulging him, and with many recent matters to attend to, he didn’t see the need to discuss a research subject of questionable authenticity.
Up until now, Angel still did not have complete trust in Freud.
He deliberately left Freud alone for several months, hoping that this would help him think clearly about his current situation and not waste his efforts on useless thoughts.
If Freud ultimately obtained the “Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast,” Angel would naturally keep his promise.
“You can ask for anything you want, as long as it’s within my capabilities, I’ll do my best to fulfill it,” Angel said in a very amiable tone.
“I…” Freud hesitated for a moment: “I have no other requests. If the illusions here can be transferred, that would be best. If not, I can accept that.”
Anyone with a wizard’s mentality could endure loneliness.
Freud was clearly such a person. If he hadn’t died, he might have had the potential to advance to become a wizard. Unfortunately, in his soul state, even if he managed to take over a talented individual, the natural mismatch between soul and body would ultimately prevent him from becoming a wizard.
Just like Gloria, she could only truly progress on the path of a wizard by finding her own body.
Otherwise, her prospects were nearly hopeless.
While Gloria was currently a living soul, Freud was already a dead soul. If even living souls cannot see the future clearly, how could dead souls?
Angel chuckled lightly: “It seems you quite enjoy these novels. Would you like me to create more for you?”
Angel was naturally referring to Earth novels such as —Dragonlance Chronicles—.
Freud also smiled: “Reading them doesn’t tire me and helps me forget many worries. Although they lack depth, if they were truly published, they might become popular among wizards who are used to repressing their emotions.”
“You seem to have some insights, and since you like it, you might have a chance to try publishing in the Wizarding World in the future,” Angel paused: “Of course, whether you have the chance depends on your sincerity.”
Before Freud could respond, Angel waved his hand, and several novels appeared out of thin air, landing on the bed.
“You can pass the time with these novels for now. In the next few days, I will choose a new dwelling for you, so I hope you won’t be too disappointed.”
Having said that, Angel put the Soul Source Flower into his bracelet.
He could feel that Freud had more to say, but he didn’t want to listen anymore.
After this encounter with Freud, it was clear that Freud seemed to have his own calculations. Having calculations is not a bad thing, whether it’s for a career or for life, everyone should have their own calculations.
But if Freud had arranged a role for Angel in his grand scheme, then he would be upset. Calculating for oneself is fine, but involving others, especially involving oneself, whether the role is good or bad, he didn’t want to play along.
After putting the Soul Source Flower into his bracelet, the illusionary mist protecting the Kulakuka tribe could be removed.
As the mist gradually thinned and finally disappeared, Angel saw several Kulakuka tribespeople standing at the edge of the original misty illusion, right next to the building.
Leading them was a wrinkled-faced, but kind-looking old woman – Grandma Babaya.
As for the others, Angel didn’t recognize them, but he remembered their faces – they seemed to be the family members of Rococo and Kudou.
Seeing Angel appear, they looked at each other for a long time, but none of them dared to come forward and speak.
Although he had a general idea of their intentions, Angel did not take the initiative to speak up.
In the end, it was Grandma Babaya who took the initiative to ask Angel about Babaya’s current situation.
Angel briefly described Babaya’s current situation, and the other people, seeing that Angel did not show impatience, also eagerly asked about the current situation of Rococo and Kudou.
Angel answered them one by one.
Upon learning that the three of them had great talent and were very likely to become wizards, not only their family members but also the entire Kulakuka tribe were filled with enthusiasm.
Angel watched with a smile on his face, but his mind was occupied with other thoughts.
Babaya and her grandmother were dependent on each other, and now that Babaya had been taken as an apprentice by Madeline, she would naturally stay in the Savage Grottoes in the future. But soon, Angel would lead the Kulakuka tribe to the Old World continent, so should he leave Grandma Babaya in the Savage Grottoes as well?
Chapter 646 Meeting Freud <TOC> Chapter 648 Overcoming Difficulties