Sanders thought for a moment: "Iâll go and tell Greya, I just happen to be going back to Illusion Demon Island later."
Angel nodded. Sanders had the log-in device, and he could also directly use the Nightmare Illusion to bring Greya into the Wilderness of Dreams. Leaving it to Sanders was no problem.
However, Angel noticed that after Sanders mentioned this, his expression became slightly contemplative.
Under Angelâs puzzled gaze, Sanders slowly said, "Good sent me a message earlier. Sumishe sent an illusion message and is currently staying at Illusion Demon Island. Iâm going to the island mainly because of that."
Angel remembered previously asking the butler Good about Flora and Sumishe. The butler said they left a month ago and their whereabouts were unknown; since Flora had prepared a lot for the Tea Party, Good speculated they might return before it.
However, not only have they not returned, but Sumishe sent an illusion message, which is somewhat strange.
"Letâs hope itâs not a cry for help," Angel murmured.
Sanders: "If they faced a life-and-death crisis, given Sumishe and Floraâs personalities, they wouldnât rely on outsiders right away. But if itâs some troublesome issue, the likelihood of them seeking my help is high. And these two, though not as adept as you at causing trouble, arenât far behind either."
Sanders sighed, rubbing his temples: "Letâs hope itâs not a big trouble."
Angel: "âŚI donât recall causing any trouble?"
Sanders glanced at him lightly: "Youâve caused plenty. However, you tend to balance the troubles you cause with equal benefits. As for them, they just cause trouble outright."
After finishing, Sanders shook his head: "Iâll head to Illusion Demon Island first. Everything else will be discussed tomorrow."
With that, Sanders picked up the wine glass from the table, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, nodded to Angel, and his figure gradually faded away into nothingness.
After Sanders left, Angel muttered, "Have I really caused trouble? Have I?"
Angel pondered for a while and thought to himself: Probably not.
Forget it, donât think about it. Angel shook his head, cast off his chaotic thoughts, and also left the Wilderness of Dreams.
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Angel returned to reality. Unlike usual, he didnât enter into introspection but instead looked around quietly thinking. He wasnât contemplating whether he had caused trouble but was considering the matter of the hidden room.
When he left the Star Pond Ruins, that sudden inspiration didnât seem like his thoughts being coerced.
According to Sanders and the Tree Spirit, perhaps the Star Pond Ruins really have some connection with the ruins he currently resides in. Heâs been in this ruin for a long time, soaking up its atmosphere, hence resonating with the Star Pond Ruins, which is what sparked his inspiration.
If this deduction is correct, then the hidden room in this ruin must be approached seriously.
Previously, Angel considered: After all, living here and the owner of the ruin being an Alchemist, if he could find the hidden room, heâd look for it hoping for some benefit.
Whether found or not, Angel didnât truly care.
But now, having deduced the connection between this ruin and the Star Pond Ruins, searching for this hidden room becomes imperative. Perhaps, the hidden room here holds information related to the ruin beneath the Star Pond.
The only clue they have to find the hidden room in this ruin is the broken magic pattern on the knightâs armor.
With this thought, Angel placed the knightâs armor on the table, deciding to once again attempt repairing the broken magic pattern.
Time flew by, and the Morning Star pierced the night sky. With the bright illumination of the outside world, it became the next morning.
"Attention, an external entity has entered the Wilderness of Dreams!"
Angel, still absorbed in repairing the broken magic pattern, was startled by a message from the Gate of Dreams.
Angel rubbed his slightly sore eyes, placing his chaotic thoughts on the Ability Tree.
As his thoughts slowly detached, they eventually merged with the Gate of Dreams. In his vision, a pitch-black world appeared, with the only glowing object being a bridge.
This bridge was the Dream Bridge.
At the end of the Dream Bridge was a glowing entrance. This entrance was the so-called Gate of Dreams.
In front of the entrance stood a plump woman dressed extravagantly like a mountain of meat, peering curiously into the glowing entrance as if trying to discern the situation within.
Meanwhile, Angel sensed another message from the Gate of Dreams: "Attention, the marked individual has entered the Wilderness of Dreams!"
Sanders directly entered the Wilderness of Dreams, and the one resembling the mountain of meat in front of the Gate of Dreams was undoubtedly Greya.
Through the authority of the Gate of Dreams, Angel closely observed Greya. It had been a long time since heâd seen Greyaâs original form, and at first glance, he almost didnât recognize her.
That Greya appeared in the Wilderness of Dreams in her original form was expected by Angel, as in Greyaâs mind, this is how she naturally looked, and with her aesthetic, she enjoyed such an appearance.
"It seems Mentor brought Greya in." Angel waved his hand, allowing Greya to enter the Wilderness of Dreams through the Gate of Dreams and set it so that she doesnât need further reminders for future entries.
"I wonder what Greyaâs reaction will be upon seeing the Wilderness of Dreams?" Although Angel was curious to see Greyaâs reaction, he ultimately chose not to enter the Wilderness of Dreams.
After all, Greya must have many questions upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams for the first time, and Angel didnât want to be continuously answering these questions.
Moreover, Angel was unsure about how much information regarding the Wilderness of Dreams to disclose to Greya, but Sanders surely had it in mind, so Angel found no need to enter now.
Greya should first get a basic understanding of the Wilderness of Dreams, and later on, it wouldnât be too late to meet.
With this thought, Angel withdrew his thoughts from the Ability Tree, refocused on the knightâs armor in front of him.
Upon gazing again at the broken magic pattern on the armor, Angel felt a dizzy spell. Last night, he attempted to repair the broken magic pattern on it.
In another attempt, Angelâs final result was still a failure.
Just like the previous try, it was utterly unresolvable.
Primarily because these broken magic patterns were too fragmented, each edge possessing over a hundred arrangement possibilities, who knew which was correct?
Furthermore, finally determining what magical energy array these arranged broken magic patterns formed was insanely challenging.
Even with his Super Brain State fully activated, he couldnât come up with a good strategy overnight.
Though it might not look all that difficult, these broken magic patterns now seemed to Angel like an insurmountable mountain.
"Does it really mean spending years to repair this magic pattern?" Angel held his forehead, speaking to himself in frustration.
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