Chapter 821 Steep Decline in Relations <TOC> Chapter 823 The Oath of Luo
Translator: SumTLMan
Even though the recent incident brought a tinge of frustration to Angel, he was relieved that the outcome wasn’t too bad. At the very least, he could temporarily set aside the favor he owed Jiebo.
Moreover, this farcical episode would probably alleviate their suspicions about him significantly. After all, under the scrutiny of Sirius’s Truth Detection Spell, he genuinely had no interaction with the Mysterious Object.
“Lord Pat, are you alright?” Freud asked, interrupting Angel’s contemplation.
Seeing Angel’s puzzled look, Freud continued, “I saw Lord Sirius’ pressure seemed to have hurt you earlier.”
Freud was referring to the earlier incident where Angel coughed up blood.
“It’s fine.” Angel waved dismissively. He had forced himself to cough up blood; he wasn’t injured. “You mentioned Lord Sirius earlier. Do you know him?”
Freud nodded, “I’ve only heard of Lord Sirius. He hails from the Song of the Deep Sea, known as the ‘Big Fish Wizard.’ He is adept at summoning spells and ocean spells. The gigantic manta ray under his feet just now is his summoned creature, named Brigitte.”
“Big Fish Wizard, Sirius.” Angel murmured this name. On the surface, he appeared calm, but internally, he made a mental note of this name.
Freud wanted to inquire more about the incident, but he swallowed his words. Now that he was a soul, did knowing or not knowing make any difference?
Soon, they arrived at Borel Town.
Angel sensed the illusion in the orphanage and found that Drew was sleeping in the playground with an expression of panic still etched on his face. Alda was sitting on a nearby rocking horse, curiously looking at the dense fog outside the safe zone.
Angel walked into the orphanage, but as he was about to step further in, he suddenly halted under a tree at the entrance, furrowing his brows.
He noticed that one of the Rakshasa ghosts he had set to patrol near this tree had disappeared. He sensed the entire illusion, and everything else was normal, except for the absence of the Rakshasa ghost. Even the illusion node where he had placed the Rakshasa ghost had dispersed into the ether.
“With Sunny and Alda’s skills, they couldn’t possibly destroy the illusion node I’ve set up. As for Drew, a mere mortal, it’s even less plausible.”
Although Angel casually laid out these illusionary nodes, anyone capable of destroying these nodes would at least be at the level of a second-level apprentice. With a quick flicker of thought, Angel deduced the person responsible.
—Jiebo.
He could not think of a second person.
The realization that Jiebo had trailed him all this way cast a shadow over Angel’s mood. However, he had been somewhat complacent previously, not considering that he might be followed. Now with his guard up, he could continuously release mental tendrils, sensing the energy flow around him. It would not be so easy for Jiebo to trail him next time.
Without a doubt, Jiebo was trailing him because of the matter regarding Lucas’ Skull.
Angel was now curious as to who had intercepted Lucas’ Skull halfway. The most formidable person outside the “gate” at that time should have been the Leviathan, followed by the Sea God Florence. Who was it that dared to snatch food from the tiger’s mouth under Florence’s watch?
Angel was merely viewing the matter out of curiosity. From his perspective, this matter was now unrelated to him. Regarding that Lucas’ Skull, which he had once missed, he was not only regretful but also curious about who would eventually end up being the destined one.
At this moment, footsteps came from the building ahead.
Angel looked up to see Sunny, dressed in a bright red dress and holding a rasp, hovering at the pitch-black entrance of the building.
“Master Tyson.” Sunny ran toward Freud, somewhat agitated.
Freud gently patted Sunny, who had rushed into his arms, his eyes filled with a profound warmth.
Angel sighed, temporarily setting aside the complex thoughts in his mind, “There will be plenty of time for reunions. For now, I have some matters to handle, Freud, come with me.”
Angel didn’t wake up the sleeping Drew. Instead, he opened the Opulent Nightmare Domain in front of Sunny, enveloping himself and Freud.
Seeing the illusory landscape reappear before her, Sunny looked slightly resentful. However, considering Angel’s strength, she calmed down and reluctantly entered the broken building, glancing back three times for every step she took.
Meanwhile, within the Opulent Nightmare Domain, Angel and Freud were seated opposite each other on a lavish sofa.
A band of teacups were frolicking in the air, and a group of lively wooden soldiers were playing at their feet. A dragonfly, its wings glittering with colorful light, perched on Angel’s ear, fluttering its iridescent wings.
The scene before his eyes was filled with fantasy in Freud’s view. At first, he thought this was an illusion, but seeing the vibrant teacup band, wooden soldiers… he couldn’t believe these were illusions. But if they were not illusions, what could they be?
“Lord Pat, is this reality, or an illusion?” Curiosity overpowered Freud’s reason, and he couldn’t help but ask.
“It may be an illusion, or it may be real.”
Angel’s response was ambiguous, leaving Freud puzzled, assuming Angel simply wasn’t willing to disclose the truth. However, Freud misunderstood. Even Angel himself sometimes pondered whether the Nightmare Domain, Nightmare Plane, and the corresponding Nightmare creatures in Pat Manor were illusions or reality.
In answering Freud’s question, he was essentially interrogating himself.
“What this place is doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about more serious matters.” Angel straightened up, meeting Freud’s gaze head-on, “As you saw earlier, for reasons beyond my control, I will soon be leaving the Revelation Continent. Before I go, there are some matters concerning you that I need to deal with.”
“During the time at the Purification Sea, I promised you that once the Dream Conch was obtained, I would set you free.” Angel paused for a moment, then said quietly, “Now is the time to honor that promise.”
“From this moment on, you are free.”
Freud was taken aback, his gaze a little dazed. Before he died, he had grand objectives; but after death, his goals became practically unattainable, leaving him Bewildered about what to do in the future.
He had been desolate in Angel’s illusion for a while, but as he read the books Angel conjured, he gradually forgot his sorrows and started planning for his future. He began researching many subjects he hadn’t completed before, hoping to find his future direction.
However, setting a new goal for oneself was exceedingly difficult. Until now, he hadn’t found a path forward.
And now, Angel had granted him freedom. But he didn’t know what to do with his future and remained silent for a long time.
“Your expression doesn’t seem delighted. Why is that?” Angel asked after a moment of silence.
Freud gave a bitter smile and voiced his thoughts.
“Puzzled about the future, huh?” Angel drummed his fingers on the table in a rhythmic pattern, then mused, “I remember you wrote a lot about body snatching. You can absolutely find another body, start a new life, even pursue the path you once did.”
“Finding a body that matches the soul is already extremely challenging. Hoping to find a body with innate talent and embark on the path of a wizard again is even more difficult. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack,” Freud shook his head.
“Although the chances are slim, it’s not impossible.”
“Even if there were a possibility, it would likely involve a lifetime of wandering in search of the right person. But in my present state as a soul, every action drains my soul strength. On one hand, I must cultivate my soul power; on the other, I need to seek a physical body. It’s possible that by the time I find one, my soul will have naturally dissipated. There may never be such a day.” Freud expressed his dim hopes about returning to the path of a wizard.
Angel fell silent. Freud was a departed soul with insignificant power in his past life. His current existence as a soul dictated his struggle to reincarnate. He was obliged to find a body that resonated with his soul. This was unlike Gloria, a living soul with immense power. Even if she lost her body, she could find another or even forcibly merge with another’s body, using it as a basis to cultivate her power.
Given Freud’s current circumstances, he was indeed lost. After all, once a transcendent being, the transition back to an ordinary life could be quite unsettling.
“Lord Pat, may I continue to accompany you?” After a moment of silence, Freud suddenly asked.
“Why? By my side, you won’t have any freedom.”
“Lord Pat, you’ve seen the research topic on the fusion of the Dream Conch with illusions, haven’t you? I want to complete this project. I believe it’s a great one.”
“Do you see this as your future goal?”
“I don’t know, but I have an inkling. Perhaps through it, I can achieve my goal.”
Angel looked deeply into Freud’s eyes. “Do you really believe that the Dream Conch can be combined with illusions?”
Freud wanted to affirmatively respond, but the words failed him as they reached his lips.
“My stance is the same as before. Your idea is beautiful, but I think it’s hard to realize.” Angel paused slightly before adding, “Rather than researching the fusion of dreams and illusions, I think the book I gave you earlier may be of more help.”
Angel was referring to —Exploring Lucid Dreams—.
Lucid dreaming is essentially maintaining a conscious state during dreams, possessing complete logical awareness and self-directed actions.
One aspect of Freud’s research that intrigued Angel was the idea of pulling alchemical substances into dreams using the Dream Conch. Then, carrying out alchemical experiments within the dream realm without consuming materials and without limitation on attempts.
This concept could be termed “Infinite Alchemy.”
Angel found this intriguing. Perhaps through studying some characteristics of the Dream Conch, Freud might actually bring this into reality.
However, Freud wanted to combine dreams with illusions to facilitate infinite alchemy. Currently, Angel could not see how dreams and illusions could combine, which led him to consider lucid dreams. Perhaps lucid dreams could also potentially actualize infinite alchemy. Hence, he transformed that book and gave it to Freud.
“Lord, the lucid dreaming you mentioned is also known as conscious dreaming. For any wizard who studies dream-related magic, this is not a difficult task. I have also contemplated the combination of lucid dreaming and the Dream Conch, but in the end, it didn’t work,” Freud explained.
“Why not?”
“The randomness is too great. Pulling non-living entities into dreams through the Dream Conch results in their appearance in the dream realm being utterly unpredictable. Even if I could enter the dream realm through lucid dreaming, it would be quite challenging to locate the non-living entities that I’ve drawn in.”
“Why then do you think the Dream Conch could successfully integrate with my illusions?”
“Because in your illusions, Lord, you are the creator, the sovereign of all within the illusion. If the illusion could indeed merge with the Dream Conch, it could also restrict the scope and location of the Dream Conch’s manifestation. As long as the object the Dream Conch pulls into the dream doesn’t appear at a random location, then this Mysterious Object could be even more potent than a strategic-level Mysterious Object!”
Angel shrugged, “The future you paint is alluring, but the reality is, I’ve yet to find a point where dreams and illusions can interweave.”
Freud shook his head, “I was hesitant before, but a thought struck me just now that perhaps my conjecture isn’t unfounded.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve mentioned before that only dream energy can activate the Dream Conch. However, Lord Pat was successful in activating the Dream Conch previously. At the time, Eniya was present, so it wasn’t appropriate for me to inquire. Can you tell me now, Lord, what kind of energy you used to activate the Dream Conch?”
Chapter 821 Steep Decline in Relations <TOC> Chapter 823 The Oath of Luo