Chapter 895 The Dream Access Device <TOC> Chapter 897 Leon's Cultivation
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Upon returning home, Toby couldn’t wait to frolic with his friends, whereas Angel decided to visit the Ice Chamber alone.
Jon’s changes were rather subtle, on the whole, he seemed to be in a steady state. His lips curled into a faint smile, indicating that his spirits remained high.
Angel gazed at Jon’s countenance in silence, and after what felt like an eternity, he heaved a soft sigh.
Initially, he planned to enter the Dream Realm directly and discuss with Jon about the Wilderness of Dreams. However, upon further consideration, he decided to keep his peace for now, waiting until he could confirm that Jon truly had the potential to become a permanent inhabitant of the Wilderness of Dreams.
If he revealed this prematurely, and if the ultimate result of the experiment was disappointing, it would ignite hope only to later quench it. While Jon might not mind, Angel would be plagued by guilt.
So, he just stayed in the Ice Chamber, quietly observing Jon.
He even suppressed the urge to access the Dream Realm and engage in dream reading. During his last departure, he had made it clear to Jon that he was searching for a way to save him. If he entered the Dream Realm now but did not mention this, it might breed suspicion in Jon. Hence, he decided to do nothing, waiting until the next instance when the situation was confirmed before entering the Dream Realm.
Before leaving, Angel fetched a large spoonful of Akeso essence blood to feed the Dreamweaver Ant. He wanted to ensure that, for the short term at least, the Dreamweaver Ant wouldn’t lack sustenance. Only then did he leave with peace of mind.
Upon stepping out of the Ice Chamber, Angel noticed Ollie, dressed in her airy maid outfit, standing at the chamber’s entrance. She was looking at Angel with a pitiful expression.
“Young Master…” Ollie pouted, her eyes rimmed with red.
“Why are you here?” Angel was not surprised by Ollie’s arrival. Even before he had entered the Ice Chamber, he had sensed her rushing toward him, “Do you know where my brother is?”
“The viscount has gone out for training…” Ollie paused for a moment, then appeared hesitant to continue, “Young Master, the next time you leave, could you take me with you? After all, I’m your personal maid, and I could help with your daily needs.”
Angel came to a sudden halt. Unaware of his action, Ollie ended up bumping right into his back.
Covering her reddened nose, she was on the verge of tears.
Angel let out a sigh, turned around, and looked at Ollie with seriousness in his eyes.
His clear eyes, akin to the sky, momentarily stunned Ollie. When she finally collected herself, she looked down shyly.
“Ollie, do you see Lady Eureka attended to by servants?” Angel asked in a soft voice.
Ollie seemed to grasp what Angel was implying. She was on the verge of explaining anxiously, “Young Master, I only…”
“Often, wizards lead solitary lives. For only those who can endure loneliness can remain steadfast over the course of countless years,” Angel interrupted Ollie. “Of course, wizards also need assistants and servants. However, wizards are notoriously selfish. The ideal servant for a wizard would unquestionably obey commands, preferably devoid of personal consciousness, knowing only to follow orders and possessing the capacity to undertake all tasks the wizard would rather not, including murder…”
“As for daily living, wizards are least concerned about this. A small trick can often solve it.” Angel gently stroked Ollie’s hair, and a wave of tender power filled Ollie’s body, making her feel significantly cleaner in an instant.
After Angel finished his words, Ollie’s face transitioned from feeling wronged to one of desolation, her eyes reddening.
“Of course, you also have your strengths. For instance, out of everyone in the manor, your fried rice is closest to mentor Jon’s,” said Angel.
Still somewhat choked up, Ollie said with a sobbing tone, “Then I’ll go and make fried rice for the master.”
Angel didn’t reject her, allowing Ollie to leave as if escaping from something.
He could see Ollie’s sincerity, and at the same time, he felt a new, unusual emotion blooming in Ollie’s heart for him.
However, Angel currently had no plans of interacting with others, and thus, he wouldn’t respond to Ollie’s feelings. Since he couldn’t reciprocate, all he could do was refuse.
Many wizards welcome ordinary people’s adoration and are even willing to utter a few flirtatious sweet nothings for a fleeting affair. But in the end, the transcendental will diverge, the wizard pursuing their own truth, and the one who suffers the most will still be the ordinary person.
Angel once heard a rumor during his time in Sky Mechanical City. It was said that one of the two city lords of Sky Mechanical City, “Mechanical Beast King” Rosen, had a mortal wife in Gloriosa Kingdom. She even bore him a daughter, later known as Melanctha. But after Rosen took Melanctha away, he never met with his mortal wife again, even though they resided in the same country.
Of course, this is merely a rumor. While it may not be entirely accurate, it likely presents a general idea of the situation.
Angel’s rejection of Ollie was not intended to inflict pain. Instead, nipping this budding emotion in the bud, while it was still tender, minimized the hurt. Additionally, Angel wished for Ollie’s happiness, hoping she wouldn’t share the fate of Rosen’s wife in the rumors, destined to a century of solitude.
With a shake of his head, Angel made his way towards the main castle.
“You’ve got some nerve, refusing the young lady’s affection, then using me as an example,” a mysterious feminine voice whispered into Angel’s ear from seemingly out of nowhere.
“If I have offended Lady Eureka, I apologize,” Angel responded softly, his gaze briefly wandering to a cloud concealed within an illusion hovering above the distant main castle.
“There’s no need to apologize. But having rejected her so blatantly, aren’t you afraid you’ve hurt the young lady’s feelings?” Eureka inquired.
Angel frowned slightly, “Do you believe I should have reciprocated her feelings?”
Eureka chuckled, no longer engaging in conversation with Angel. Instead, she murmured to herself, “You really do mirror the personality of Phantom Master from the rumors. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”
At this moment, Blaire responded, “However, if it were Lord Sanders, I believe others wouldn’t even dare to express their feelings.”
Eureka nodded in agreement, “I once saw Phantom Master from afar. Indeed, he had a formidable aura that kept everyone at bay. He’s quite different from Angel.”
Angel, standing on the soil below, couldn’t hear their conversation. After half a day of waiting and realizing Eureka wouldn’t respond, he retreated to his room.
Angel wasn’t surprised that Eureka had suddenly decided to converse with him.
He suspected Eureka had been observing when he went to meet Jon. Although Angel was uneasy, the gap in their abilities left him with no choice but to endure.
Fortunately, he hadn’t revealed anything that would expose his secrets. And the Wilderness of Dreams remained hidden. Even if Eureka’s mental strength hadn’t been damaged, it would be impossible for her to extend her reach into the Wilderness of Dreams.
Upon returning to his room, the first thing Angel did was to check on the Softworm’s nest.
To his surprise, the illusion he had set up outside the nest remained intact. It seemed Eureka had not investigated this particular illusion.
Angel didn’t waste time pondering over Eureka’s state of mind. Instead, his mental tendrils reached out into the bug nest. What he found left him perplexed.
All the eggs had hatched, except for the dead ones and that one peculiar egg. The nest teemed with common Softworms, their movements would have been enough to cause hysteria in anyone with vermiphobia.
For the time being, Angel disregarded these regular Softworms, focusing his attention on the egg he had deliberately separated previously.
Nearly half a bowl of Akeso blood had been left near the egg when he had departed. Now, it had been completely absorbed. The special egg had grown considerably, three times larger than an ordinary insect egg, even. Its color had gradually turned into a pale golden hue, looking like a golden bean from a distance.
“Is this really a Softworm egg?” Angel mused with confusion. If it were, it would undoubtedly be extraordinarily large.
He was at a loss. There was barely any information about bugs on his holographic tablet. He decided to let it be for now, as he couldn’t do much about it without understanding the situation.
After topping up a small bowl of Akeso blood, Angel reset the illusion and returned to his desk. He intended to visit the Wilderness of Dreams to check the situation. The distance between this place and the Revelation Continent was vast, so he wasn’t sure if he could communicate with Freud. If he could reach Freud, he could ask him about the peculiar egg.
Upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel found himself near the same building cluster as before.
Just as he entered the dream realm, he saw Freud emerging from the cathedral where Angel had previously invested in Gold Trees City. Freud was holding a set of alternating gold and white robes – unmistakably the attire of a religious official.
Freud’s eyes lit up with surprise as he spotted Angel. “Lord, you’re here?! You are currently at…”
Angel interrupted, “I have returned to the Old Land Continent. It seems the Wilderness of Dreams has quite a lax restriction on distance.”
Although Freud was slightly taken aback by the speed of Angel’s return, the realization that the Wilderness of Dreams didn’t impose much of a distance limitation filled him with even greater joy.
“Earlier, as I lingered in the Wilderness of Dreams, I found nothing unusual, and the structures here remained intact, showing no signs of disappearance due to distance. I inferred that the Wilderness of Dreams imposes a minimal distance limitation on entry. Indeed, it seems my assumption was correct!” Freud spoke with palpable excitement, “However, I wonder how far this distance restriction could extend? Could it reach the Feran Continent, or perhaps even… span across different dimensions?”
“I believe reaching the Feran Continent is plausible, but spanning dimensions… probably not.” Angel responded. Even if traversing dimensions was beyond reach, the sheer ability to extend throughout the Feran Continent already endowed the Wilderness of Dreams with immense value.
Freud slapped his forehead, mumbling to himself, “Given the lenient distance limitation, I should devise a new subject of study to explore the potential applications of this feature.”
“Let’s discuss this when we have more time. Apart from determining the distance limit, I came here with some questions for you…” Angel’s words were interrupted as he abruptly furrowed his brows, turning his gaze towards a certain direction.
He had just heard a peculiar noise in the distance, reminiscent of the buzzing sound of metal friction.
The noise was emanating from a uniquely constructed small building.
Through his godly perspective, Angel peered into the small building. He saw an elderly woman, with neatly combed white hair, rubbing a small iron rod on a circular plate.
The old woman had a kindly, benevolent face, completely focused on the task at hand.
“Is she someone you brought in from outside?” Angel gestured towards the direction of the small building. Since he had designated this cluster of buildings as a landing point without an alert mechanism, he wouldn’t be aware of any newcomers.
“Yes, Lord. Her name is Delilah. She used to be a court dress official of the Silver Heron royal family. After leaving the capital, she settled down in Borel Town and became a tailor…”
Angel interjected, “Why did you bring her in?”
“To conduct an experiment on preserving mental luminosity,” Freud replied.
“You could have just used criminals sentenced to death for such experiments.” Angel frowned; the old woman was obviously a law-abiding citizen.
However, Freud respectfully responded, “That was my initial intention as well, but then it occurred to me that most of these criminals are of ill character. Upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams, they are reduced to an ordinary human state and could potentially pose a threat to us. Moreover, these offenders are generally ignorant, offering little value. Also, considering your mentor’s physical condition, I thought about seeking individuals with terminal illnesses for the experiment.”
“Delilah is one such terminal patient.”
Chapter 895 The Dream Access Device <TOC> Chapter 897 Leon's Cultivation