Chapter 843 The Delicious Tree Sap <TOC> Chapter 845 The Placement Problem
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The Dreamweaver Ant is a mythical creature, rumored to have gone extinct a thousand years ago. True to its name, it is capable of crafting dreams for people.
When Angel first obtained the Dreamweaver Ant in Sky Mechanical City, his intention was to present it to Jon. Firstly, the ant’s ability was fascinating; secondly, the ant’s function resonated with a story Jon once shared — —The Nanke Dream—.
Compelled by these two reasons, Angel journeyed thousands of miles to bring the Dreamweaver Ant back to the Old Land Continent.
The Dreamweaver Ant originally had its nest, a pyramidal structure, which was gifted to Angel when he first received the ant. However, when Angel placed it into his bracelet, the little creature immediately abandoned its home and sought refuge in the nest of a Softworm.
Although Angel didn’t know why the Dreamweaver Ant chose to squat in the Softworm’s nest, he didn’t stop it. Now, if he wanted to retrieve the Dreamweaver Ant, he had to search for it in the Softworm’s nest.
Once he took out the nest, a faint scent of blood wafted from the hole in the nest.
Angel was no stranger to this smell – it was the essence of blood from Akeso. When he first took Totoro from Hippocrates, it was enclosed in a delicate coffin filled with Akeso’s blood essence.
After Totoro woke up, Angel collected Akeso’s blood essence. This blood of a wizard-level magical beast made an excellent material for blood ink. Using it to etch runes could increase the probability of special effects.
Every time the Dreamweaver Ant woke up, it would rush into the glaze jar containing Akeso’s blood essence, steal a drop, and return to the nest, contentedly clutching it as it slept.
Over the past year or so, the Dreamweaver Ant has carried back at least a hundred drops of blood essence. The presence of a bloody smell within the nest was therefore only to be expected.
Angel extended his mental tendrils into the nest, intending to find the mischievous Dreamweaver Ant. However, what surprised him was that the first thing he saw was not the Dreamweaver Ant, but a pale-skinned worm.
“Huh, it actually hatched a Softworm?” Angel suddenly frowned, “Pity, it’s already dead.”
What Angel saw was a newly hatched Softworm larva, its body had two small holes, and its bodily fluids had been sucked dry. Judging by the size of the holes, Angel guessed that the Dreamweaver Ant may have been the one to kill it.
“Could it be that the Dreamweaver Ant chose the Softworm’s nest to kill these Softworm larvae?” Angel speculated. If that’s the case, it seemed that he might need to remove the Dreamweaver Ant in the future.
Angel continued to probe further into the nest with his mental tendrils, and quickly found the Dreamweaver Ant.
At the moment, it was curled up, sleeping in a drop of blood essence. Around it were several soft, white eggs – the eggs of the Softworm, now soaking in the blood essence.
Evidently, this was the work of the Dreamweaver Ant.
Could it be that Akeso’s essence blood has a nourishing effect on insect eggs? Is that why the Dreamweaver Ant immerses the eggs in the essence blood, in anticipation of feasting on them once they hatch?
Angel felt like he had uncovered the truth… No wonder the Dreamweaver Ant left home as soon as it entered the bracelet, it had set its sights on the soft-bodied larvae.
Regardless of the truth, at least Angel inferred that the essence blood might encourage the eggs to hatch, which was a discovery for him.
Angel didn’t bother with the eggs for the time being, but changed the shape of his mental tendrils and brought out the Dreamweaver Ant.
The moment it moved, the Dreamweaver Ant woke up, panicked for a split second.
Using his mental tendrils, Angel conveyed comforting emotions to it.
The Dreamweaver Ant is a low-intelligence magical insect, possessing a certain level of intelligence, capable of simple emotional communication. Its antennae twitched slightly, finally relaxing after sensing the gentle emotions within the mental tendrils.
From what Angel knew, Dreamweaver Ants are magical insects that do not pledge allegiance to any master, but they have a symbiotic relationship with other creatures: “I provide you with beautiful dreams, you give me food.” Humans, once, were the ant’s major symbiotic partners.
“I have provided you with wizard-level essence blood for more than a year without asking for anything in return, now it’s your turn to repay me.” Angel placed the Dreamweaver Ant in his palm and conveyed this emotion through his mental power.
The Dreamweaver Ant may not have understood the whole meaning, but it got the gist of it.
Its two antennae shook up and down, conveying its agreement.
Since the Dreamweaver Ant agreed, the next problem to be solved was… Could the Dreamweaver Ant withstand cold? Could it remain active inside the Ice Coffin?
Angel tried to place the Dreamweaver Ant on top of the Ice Coffin. It circled around a few times, showing no signs of being bothered by the cold. In its emotional expression, there was only longing for its nest and food.
Angel took out the pyramid-shaped nest of the Dreamweaver Ant from his bracelet and placed it next to Jon’s pillow.
He then placed the Dreamweaver Ant next to its nest and instructed it: “Every week, I will give you a drop of Akeso’s essence blood. Your job is to let him…” Angel pointed at Jon: “Dream.”
As he spoke, Angel touched the white antennae on the head of the Dreamweaver Ant with his mental tendrils.
The Dreamweaver Ant, similar in appearance to an ant and about the size of a finger joint, is black and white in color, divided from the middle of the head into black and white. Its black antennae can bring nightmares, while the white ones bring pleasant dreams. Angel touched the white antenna, naturally hoping that the Dreamweaver Ant could bring Jon pleasant dreams.
The Dreamweaver Ant nodded in a dazed manner, then climbed onto Jon’s forehead, touching his brow with its white antennae.
A faint white light emerged from the antennae.
“Is this the process of dreamweaving?” Angel inquired, fascinated by the motions of the Dreamweaver Ant.
The contact between their antennae was seemingly simple, yet Angel inexplicably sensed a solemnity in it, as if the Dreamweaver Ant was performing a ritual through this gesture:
—Your dreams henceforth are entrusted to my guardianship!
After approximately five minutes, the Dreamweaver Ant lowered its antennae, then descended from Jon’s head, returning to the edge of its nest, emoting a longing for “food”.
Angel materialized a droplet of Akso’s essence blood, placing it within the nest. The Dreamweaver Ant, enticed by the scent of the essence blood, scampered joyfully into the nest, cradling the essence blood as it drifted into slumber.
Though the Dreamweaver Ant seemed impervious to cold, Angel, erring on the side of caution, etched a constant-temperature rune around its nest for safety.
Having accomplished all of this, Angel turned his attention towards Jon.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Jon’s lips had slightly curled upwards in a smirk.
Was it because he was dreaming? Were his dreams filled with images from Earth or the incidents after arriving in the Wizarding World?
Angel felt that Jon was likely dreaming of his wife and daughter. After all, having not seen them for twenty years, he must miss them dearly, right?
What did Jon’s wife and daughter look like?
A myriad of thoughts began to bloom in Angel’s mind, if only he could peek into Jon’s dreams…
Suddenly, he remembered a spell he had learned, his eyes lighting up.
A while ago, when he had bid farewell to Freud, he had obtained a second-level spell from him—Dream Entry.
With this spell, there was a possibility he could delve into Jon’s dreams!
The thought excited Angel immediately. He resolved silently that from now on, he would carve out time every day to practice this spell. Even if it meant crossing magical disciplines, he was determined to master it!
At this moment, Angel looked towards the Dreamweaver Ant’s nest, a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
According to the emotional cues from the Dreamweaver Ant, Jon was unable to dream while unconscious. The Dreamweaver Ant had not only brought Jon pleasant dreams but also offered Angel a future opportunity to enter Jon’s dreams. How could this not satisfy him?
Back when he had exchanged the key component of the energy stabilizer for this Dreamweaver Ant, even Sanders had said he was at a loss. But now it seemed, he hadn’t been at a disadvantage at all.
Content, Angel left the Ice Chamber. Before departing, he placed a surveillance puppet atop the Ice Coffin to monitor Jon’s situation at all times, ensuring any changes could be promptly addressed.
Exiting the Ice Chamber, Angel noticed the bonfire in front of the castle still burning, though few individuals remained awake around it.
On the other side, at the site of the tea plantation. The majority of the Kulakuka tribe had already retired within the building to rest, with only a handful of younger individuals continuing to construct rain shelters for the vegetable and fruit trees beneath the structure under the guidance of Kulakuka. After all, upon their return to the real world, they would inevitably face harsh weather. Rain, snow, wind, and frost might cause little harm to them, but for these miniaturized gardens, a few extra drops of rain could lead to irreversible damage.
This clearly demonstrated Kulakuka’s comprehensive perspective as the newly appointed tribal leader.
Toby and the moon bellflower fairy, however, were perched on a branch of the Milk Fruit Tree, communicating in an unknown manner while warily engaging in a staring contest with an owl.
The owl happened to be Eureka’s magical pet, presumably named Blaire. It roosted on a nearby tree, eyeing the Milk Fruit Tree with obvious longing as droplets of saliva trickled from the corners of its beak.
Seeing this, Angel merely offered a faint smile without attempting to restrain the owl’s behavior. After all, it was no match for Toby. Whether to provide the owl with milk was a decision he left to the moon bellflower fairy.
Under the aesthetically pleasing moonlight, the manor was tranquil. The pleasing scent of flowers filled the air, accompanied by the gentle sound of insects’ chirps.
Everything was so serene, so beautiful.
Although the Pat Manor had changed slightly since his childhood, the overall ambiance still brought Angel a sense of comfort.
If only Eureka didn’t live in Pat Manor, everything would be perfect.
With this beautiful wish in mind, Angel made his way towards the castle.
Upon reaching his room, he found Ollie curled up asleep at the door. Angel shook his head, slightly amused. He recalled that Ollie had gotten drunk at the previous banquet. Unexpectedly, even in her drunken state, she stubbornly lingered at his door.
Using a Magic Hand, Angel gently lifted Ollie onto the vacant bed in the adjacent room, then returned to his own chamber.
Although the night was shrouded in thick fog, Angel did not require sleep. He planned to review some documents, hoping to find another method to save Jon.
However, before doing that, Angel first fetched the Softworm’s nest.
Chapter 843 The Delicious Tree Sap <TOC> Chapter 845 The Placement Problem