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“You don’t know the source?” Gloria looked incredulous: “Wasn’t it you who hid that item inside?”
That item? Angel appeared puzzled for a moment before realizing that Gloria seemed to think he had placed a Mysterious Object within the illusion.
Angel explained with a wry smile: “It’s just a feeling, not an actual object.”
“Just a feeling, not an actual object?” Gloria muttered the words, her expression seeming to understand something. She had initially suspected that Angel couldn’t have possibly hidden a Mysterious Object in the illusion to give away randomly, but she still couldn’t believe that he could incorporate a Mysterious Feeling into the illusion.
However, now that Angel had admitted to this fact, it filled the logical gaps in her mind.
But an even greater doubt filled Gloria’s mind: “How did you merge it into the illusion? This is obviously impossible unless you have advanced to…”
—Mysterious Alchemist?
Facing Gloria’s questioning, Angel didn’t know how to respond, as he couldn’t possibly reveal the secret within Little Spot.
At this moment, Sanders, who had been sitting on the couch as a spectator, suddenly spoke up:
“What are you talking about? Care to explain?”
Sanders interrupted Gloria’s words, allowing Angel to save face and breathe a sigh of relief.
Gloria rolled her eyes and glanced at Sanders: “It seems your apprentice has quite a few secrets from you.”
Although the content of Gloria’s words was sarcastic, Sanders could sense deep envy in her tone.
Sanders looked at Angel, wondering if he had done something outrageous that even Gloria, a true knowledge witch, was envious of. Sanders decided to secretly ask Angel about it later.
However, Gloria said: “I know you want to ask Angel privately, but there’s no need. You can see it for yourself.”
As she spoke, Gloria looked at Angel with complicated emotions in her eyes, then directly activated the illusion in her brooch, bringing all three of them into the illusion’s range.
In an instant, the world seemed to turn upside down, and a thin layer of fog covered their eyes.
Soon, Angel and Gloria broke through the fog.
This was a basic test; as long as they lowered their mental defenses, they could enter the illusion. If there was even a hint of hesitation, if they didn’t lower their mental defenses, they wouldn’t be included here.
Angel and Gloria appeared first on a small path.
This was the starting point of the illusion, a small path in front of a cave. Gloria raised an eyebrow, thinking that she would enter Mysterious Mountain based on her original information, not expecting to appear here. Was it because more than one person entered the illusion this time?
Gloria’s thoughts were still spinning in her mind, but she spoke first: “Look, you are just a superficial apprentice, your mentor doesn’t trust you at all, not even daring to open up his mental defenses.”
Gloria deliberately didn’t explain anything and brought Sanders into the illusion just to say this.
Of course, she knew that it wouldn’t really drive a wedge between them, but annoying them and making herself feel good was enough.
“In the future, if your mentor doesn’t want you anymore, or if he dies in an otherworldly plane, my door is always open to you,” Gloria patted Angel on the shoulder, looking considerate.
“I thought you would use the darkness to cover some logical flaws in the illusion, but upon closer inspection, there are no errors in the basic concepts.” At some point, Sanders appeared behind them, leisurely examining the surroundings.
Sanders first commented on his initial impression of the illusion, then turned to Gloria and said: “By the time I die, I guess Angel shouldn’t be any weaker than you. Besides, I won’t die.”
So, you can give up on getting Angel.
To this, Gloria silently rolled her eyes.
Sanders finished speaking, came to Angel’s side, and asked: “What is the purpose of this illusion you’ve created?”
For Sanders, there must be a purpose for creating an illusion. Whether it’s to trap enemies, kill enemies, or like the music box Angel crafted, there must be a purpose.
So far, he hasn’t figured out what Angel’s purpose is.
And what is the theme he wants to express?
Is it simply to merge a meaningless illusion into a brooch? Sanders thought it shouldn’t be that simple, as seen from the ambiguous question Gloria came to ask Angel, there must be something tricky inside this illusion.
“The purpose?” Angel thought for a moment: “To satisfy the conditions proposed by Lady Gloria, that is my purpose.”
In other words, this brooch was something Gloria had actively requested to be crafted. Serving the client is his purpose.
“What did Gloria request?”
“To have a sense of the Nightmare Plane, and…”
“And novelty.” Gloria interjected: “Angel has achieved this, and done it very well. I believe that, excluding the technical aspects of alchemy, purely in terms of illusion, even Phantom Master might not be able to create an illusion with more novelty than the one Angel has constructed.”
Gloria took another jab at Sanders, stepping hard on the area where he was most proficient in illusion magic.
Sanders remained silent, observing where the so-called “novelty” and “theme” of this illusion lay. Previously, Angel mentioned two requirements of Gloria; the first was the sense of the Nightmare Plane, which he hadn’t felt yet.
Where was this feeling of the Nightmare Plane?
Sanders looked up at the sky, where heavy black fog and cold moonlight prevailed.
This illusion had a weak foundation; it might confuse those below a level three apprentice, but he could break it easily. However, since Gloria was moving within the illusion as a normal person, he wouldn’t do such a thing.
He would take it one step at a time, curious about what kind of foreshadowing Angel had laid in this illusion.
At this moment, Gloria touched the stone bell in front of the cave and casually asked Angel: “Is each platform in every area different?”
Angel nodded: “Yes.”
“Your Witch Town platform took me quite a while to find,” Gloria complained.
Recalling the platform he set up in the painting, Angel chuckled sheepishly: “It was just for fun.”
“You should know that your idea of fun is actually playing with me,” Gloria pretended to be angry. Seeing Angel apologize repeatedly, she snorted: “Fine, consider it a way to pass the time.”
As they chatted, the Cat Bus finally arrived.
Sanders looked at the whimsical and imaginative Cat Bus and couldn’t help but smile: “This is the platform bus you mentioned?”
Angel scratched his head somewhat sheepishly: “Yes, this is the Cat Bus, the transportation tool in this illusion.”
Gloria had already boarded the bus and called out to them: “I’m heading to Mysterious Mountain. Are you coming?”
Sanders shook his head. Judging by Gloria’s tone, there seemed to be something strange on Mysterious Mountain. He planned to visit Mysterious Mountain last, taking the opportunity to examine Angel’s illusion first.
Since Sanders didn’t go, Angel naturally stayed as well. As the person whose “homework” was being examined by the teacher, he wanted to leave but dared not mention it at this moment.
Gloria rode the Cat Bus away: “I’ll wait for you at Mysterious Mountain. I hope I don’t have to wait too long.”
After Gloria left, Sanders followed her example and rang the bell on the stone pillar. After a while, the second Cat Bus arrived, and they boarded.
“Cat Bus at your service. Where would you like to go?” The orange cat’s large head turned towards the cabin, its two light bulb-like eyes illuminating the pair’s faces, contrasting with the orange glow inside the bus.
“To Witch Town,” Sanders glanced at the platform sign and responded directly.
From start to finish, Sanders didn’t inquire about Angel’s opinion on the issues within the illusion.
Sitting in the carriage, Angel felt apprehensive: “Mentor, the Witch Town in the illusion is actually quite different from the one in the Nightmare Plane. I’ve been to very few Witch Town locations; they are mostly my own imagination.”
Sanders didn’t comment on this but instead started to evaluate the current illusion situation.
As Gloria said, so far, Sanders hadn’t found anything wrong with this illusion. The environment of this forest was lush, and there were almost no logical errors.
However, Sanders still noticed some familiar places: “This forest seems to have some similarities with the landscape of Fairytale World. Did you borrow ideas from there?”
Angel nodded. The landscape here did take some inspiration from the environment of Fairytale World, but a large part, like the smooth asphalt road and roadside signs and pavilions, came from Earth’s movies.
“Your observation skills are good. Going out for a trip is very beneficial for your illusion construction. Nature is the best mentor.” Sanders was satisfied with Angel’s comprehension. Before reaching a certain level, the unconstrained illusions still need to follow the rules.
Upon arriving at Witch Town, Sanders raised his eyebrows, surprised to find the sensation of the Nightmare Plane here. Moreover, Angel had separated the illusion into different areas, a rather interesting technique, somewhat similar to the regional distribution of the Nightmare Plane.
All the way, Sanders didn’t speak but carefully observed Angel’s illusion.
Though his face was expressionless, his eyes still held a hint of barely noticeable admiration. Integrating the sensation of the Nightmare Plane into the illusion, probably only Angel could achieve this – so real, so fitting, and so appropriate.
It is estimated that every wizard, even the ones with true knowledge, would be unable to resist admiring such an illusion.
Sanders wandered around Witch Town for a long time, experiencing the horror that Gloria had felt before. Regarding this long-lost terror, Sanders had only one comment: “Your talent allows you to cooperate with the Nightmare Illusion, controlling the emotions of others in the illusion. However, the upper and lower limits of this emotion are calculated based on your personal experience.”
“The horror I just experienced is what you think should be the horror response and level of horror. Defining other people’s tolerance for horror by your standards will cause your illusion to be greatly discounted.”