Chapter 813 Causes and Concerns <TOC> Chapter 815 The Little Game
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Drew presumed that after two bouts of terror, his courage would have been steeled. However, evidently, he had overestimated himself. The ominous gale behind him, accompanied by a hand resting on his shoulder, sent his heart into a panic, almost ceasing its rhythm.
Before Drew could muster the courage to glance over his shoulder, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.
“Hmm,” Angel mused, peering at the unconscious Drew sprawled on the ground. He wondered whether he should adopt the same strategy as Mentor Sanders when recruiting – perhaps a Nine Cabin Blood Duel? No, that was too draining on human resources. Maybe a haunted house test would be more efficient?
He had not intended to startle Drew by summoning Freud. Moreover, Freud’s appearance and expressions were entirely human. He really hadn’t anticipated that Drew would faint at the sight of Freud.
Perhaps Drew’s nerves were wound too tight since entering the Nightmare Orphanage?
At that moment, Freud also felt a twinge of embarrassment. He could have passed right through Drew, but the experience of having a soul pass through one’s body was rather unsettling. So, he had politely greeted him. Who would have thought that this would happen?
“Lord Pat,” Freud began but hesitated, “You see, this…”
Angel waved his hand dismissively, magically lifting Drew onto a table. “No matter, consider this a bravery training for him.”
Freud glanced at the still unconscious and pale-faced Drew, sighed deeply, and was about to ask about Drew’s identity when a small figure rushed towards him.
The small boy, Alda, clung to Freud’s leg. “Young Master Tyson!” Alda cried. Being a soul, he couldn’t shed tears, but his expression conveyed his overwhelming emotions. “You’ve finally returned!”
Freud gently patted Alda’s head, sighing softly. He wanted to say something but found himself lost for words.
Angel turned his attention to Sunny, who was standing by the blood formation. She was trembling, covering her mouth with her hand and looking at Freud with misty eyes, as if trying to ascertain whether he was real or not.
She hadn’t expected that Angel would actually summon Freud, who was mentioned in passing!
“Alda, Sunny,” Freud paused for a long moment before managing to utter, “I’ve returned.”
This simple statement broke Sunny’s cold and uncooperative demeanor, making her burst into tears. Even without the physical manifestation of tears, the raw emotion emanating from her soul was more genuine and profound than that of any living human.
Freud wanted to go over and comfort Sunny, but when he approached the blood formation, he stopped, his brow furrowing. He could sense the overwhelming otherworldly energy radiating from the formation, and despite his robust mental strength, he didn’t want to risk being contaminated.
“Lord Pat, what’s going on with this blood formation?” Freud asked Angel, assuming he was responsible.
“I would like to know as well,” Angel shrugged. “I summoned you for this very reason.”
Upon seeing Angel’s countenance, a foreboding inkling arose in Freud’s heart. Indeed, his brows knitted as Angel relayed the events that had transpired.
“I’ve told you before that you’re free once you’ve fulfilled your promise. But as it stands, you’ve yet to keep your word,” Angel stated, his voice as cool as a mountain stream.
Freud took a moment to gather his thoughts, “Lord Pat, please bear with me. This situation might not be as grim as it seems.”
Having voiced his opinion, Freud turned to Sunny, trapped within the formation, “Sunny, tell me, who confined you here and took the box?”
“Lord Tyson, why can’t I feel your physical presence? Could it be that you also…” Sunny didn’t immediately reply, instead staring at Freud with a dazed expression.
Freud’s expression darkened slightly, “Yes, in a manner of speaking, I too am deceased. Like you all, I now belong to the realm of the dead.”
Although they had become kindred spirits, Sunny couldn’t manage to feel happy. She knew of Freud’s dreams. Now that he was a soul, what would become of them?
Sunny glared at Angel, “Did you kill Master Tyson?”
Angel smiled, yet remained silent. However, a powerful pressure was quietly released, instantly knocking Sunny to the ground.
It was then that Sunny realized the seemingly languid man was far more powerful than the group who had initially confined her.
“You’re free to doubt me, but there’s a price to pay for wantonly venting your anger at a stronger entity,” Angel stated calmly.
Freud wanted to intercede, but the even more formidable aura from the Purification Sea made him choose silence instead.
Angel had no intention of obliterating Sunny’s soul, hence he merely gave her a light punishment before retracting his pressure. He then allowed Freud to take control of the situation once more.
“It wasn’t Lord Pat who killed me. In fact, he’s someone I’m indebted to,” Freud explained to Sunny and Alda, “I’ll tell you the details if there’s a chance in the future. Now, back to the point, Sunny, who trapped you here?”
Sunny took a moment to catch her breath, then finally replied, “I don’t know who they were, but they all wore knight armor. The one who confined me here was wearing golden armor.”
‘They’? So, it wasn’t just one person?
“What did they look like?”
Sunny shook her head, “They all wore helmets. I couldn’t see their faces.”
Freud mulled it over for a moment before asking, “Any distinguishing features on their armor?”
Reflecting on the conversation, Sunny recalled: “Their armor was gleaming, I remember there was a symbol on the armor, like a ring made of green leaves, and within the ring, there seemed to be… there was……”
“A silver bird with long legs.” Freud filled in the blanks for Sunny.
Sunny also reacted, nodding in agreement: “Yes, a silver bird with long legs!”
From their conversation, Angel deduced that Freud should recognize the people who took the box. He had initially given up hope, but now it seemed there was still a glimmer of possibility to retrieve it?
“Lord Pat, those who took the Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast should be from the Royal Knights.” Freud said with certainty.
“Royal Knights? Are they mortals or transcendent beings?” Angel inquired.
Freud explained, “When speaking of the Royal Knights, they are actually the royal guards of the Central Empire. They are all mortals, but the Central Empire is a bit different from other mortal countries. The royal family of the Central Empire has recruited some wizard apprentices and formed what they call the Royal Wizard Order.”
“So, royal power and transcendent abilities are linked together, like the Guman Kingdom?” Angel asked, puzzled.
Freud shook his head, “The power of the Guman Kingdom itself can match most wizard organizations. The people recruited by the royal family are all hopeless apprentices who have no chance of advancement.”
“I see.” Angel responded, “Still, for the Central Empire to achieve this is commendable. In the Southern Region, there are as many countries in the mortal continents as stars in the sky, but there are only a few that can recruit transcendent beings.”
Freud’s expression became a bit peculiar, “Actually, there’s some inside information to this. Those in the so-called Royal Wizard Order are all apprentices from Hurricane Tower. In other words, the Royal Wizard Order is actually an unnamed outpost of Hurricane Tower in the mortal world. This is because there was once a wizard from the Royal Wizard Order who joined Hurricane Tower, although he has now fallen.”
“Hurricane Tower?” Angel asked, puzzled, “I remember you mentioned that you are from Hurricane Tower?”
Freud nodded, “Actually, I joined Hurricane Tower because someone from the Royal Wizard Order discovered my talent and took me into Hurricane Tower.”
Freud paused and showed a bitter smile, “As expected, they have probably already heard of my death from Hurricane Tower. Then they thought they could go to the place where I lived to see if there was anything they could obtain. Unexpectedly, they found the Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast I had hidden.”
“It seems like there’s no hope then,” Angel said helplessly, “If it was taken by an ordinary transcendent being, there might be a chance to get it back. But the Royal Wizard Order, backed by Hurricane Tower, will likely hand over the Dream Conch if they get it.”
Freud, however, shook his head, “They won’t. Mysterious Objects often have the ability to conceal themselves. If they haven’t been activated, others would only think of them as a rare type of seashell material… I initially made the same mistake. Later, I accidentally triggered it with the energy of dreams, which made me recognize its identity.”
“Currently, it seems that only dream energy can activate the Dream Conch. From my knowledge, none in the Royal Wizard Order possess this dream energy. Furthermore, the folks at Hurricane Tower remain oblivious to my acquisition of the Dream Conch.”
Angel questioned, “Are you suggesting that the Dream Conch should still be in the possession of the royal family of the Central Empire?”
Freud nodded affirmatively, “That would be a correct assumption.”
After his declaration, Freud stared at Angel with an earnest gaze, implicitly coaxing him. It seemed he hoped Angel could retrieve the Dream Conch from the Royal Wizard Order.
Angel understood Freud’s intention, yet he only responded with a light-hearted smile, “You assured me previously that our location would remain undiscovered. Moreover, our agreement stipulated that you’d surrender the Dream Conch to me, in return for your freedom. I don’t recall any part of our contract requiring me to seize the Dream Conch. That would be a breach of our established terms.”
Freud chuckled awkwardly, “But… the members of the Royal Wizard Order are old and feeble, they are no match for you, Lord Pat. I am certain you could secure the Dream Conch if you decided to intervene.”
“I certainly could intervene, but that would nullify our agreement.”
“As for my current condition…” Freud fell silent for a moment, “In life, I didn’t practice soul cultivation. It was only after my demise that I gradually began to accumulate soul power. At my current level, I could possibly handle novice apprentices, but among the Royal Wizard Order, though their abilities are somewhat mediocre, some are intermediate level apprentices…”
Angel acknowledged Freud’s current state was not suitable for combat, coupled with his own interest in the Dream Conch, he contemplated for a moment before stating, “The solution to our predicament is simple. We just need to formulate a new agreement.”
Chapter 813 Causes and Concerns <TOC> Chapter 815 The Little Game