Chapter 1865 Becoming Real

After the tree spirit left, Angell used illusion to cover the lush tree again, then pushed open the door of the ruins and walked in.

Looking at the dark corridor in front of him, Angell showed a thoughtful expression.

For some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something? Was it an illusion, or did he really miss something?

As Angell pondered, he walked into the dark corridor.

The sound of footsteps rang out in the dark and narrow space, and the floating echo gave people the illusion that many people were walking together.

However, Angell did not care about the somewhat scary echo, but kept muttering in a low voice: "What did I miss?"

As Angell kept muttering, a pair of iron boots suddenly appeared in front of him.

Angell raised his head and looked at the knight armor that was deliberately arranged in human form, which belonged to the owner of the iron boots.

When he saw this knight armor, Angell's right eye jumped: he remembered that he had forgotten something, and he forgot to ask the tree spirit about this knight armor!

There is nothing wrong with the knight's armor itself, but there are broken magic patterns on the armor... These magic patterns are also magic patterns used for alchemy.

These magic patterns are worth asking the tree spirit.

"Alchemy magic pattern?" Angel pondered for a moment: "Could it be that this knight's armor was left by the first owner of the ruins?"

After all, alchemy magic patterns are not something that ordinary magic pattern warlocks can do. Tizarro is not an alchemist either, and it is very likely that it was left by the creator of the ruins.

"Should I go back and ask the tree spirit now?" Angel pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

It's not a big deal. Just for a small matter, it's a bit of an exaggeration to go to the tree spirit continuously.

Moreover, this knight is placed in such a conspicuous position, and I think the tree spirit should know it. He didn't mention it specifically, so there should be no problem.

Angel is still going to put it aside for now, and ask the tree spirit next time he sees it.

Although there is nothing wrong with the knight's armor, the broken magic pattern on it is a bit strange.

Angel thought for a moment, then gently hooked his fingers, and a magic hand composed of a light smoky blue color appeared in front of him.

He was going to take the knight armor back to the study and carefully study the broken magic patterns on it.

He always felt that there might be some secrets hidden in these magic patterns.

Perhaps, even Lord Rhine and others who had inspected the ruins in the past had not discovered these secrets, because after all, these were broken magic patterns, and there had been no alchemists in the Savage Cave for a long time, so it was normal that they had not noticed them.

Holding the knight armor with his magic hand, Angel walked deeper and soon disappeared from the dark corridor...

...

The study on the second floor below was empty and quiet.

Angel still placed the knight armor in a human shape and stood aside.

However, he did not study the broken magic patterns on the armor at the first time, nor did he plan to look for the so-called hidden room immediately. Instead, he planned to continue to settle himself and talk about other things when he was free.

Anyway, so many years have passed. If there is a hidden room, it won't make any difference whether it is discovered early or late.

Thinking of this, Angel stopped paying attention to the outside world, but picked up the notebook and slowly settled in the study of green veins.

Time passed.

When the pendulum in the clock began to swing left and right, making a "clang clang" sound, Angel came back to his senses.

Angel looked at the time. Fifteen hours had passed and it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Angel stretched, found a comfortable position, and leaned quietly on the chair.

He planned to go to the wilderness of dreams.

When sleepiness pulled him into the sweet vortex, he suddenly remembered Tizarro's complaint on the doorplate of the study: "I don't need a bedroom, but I want a study where no one can disturb me."

Angel felt that the study and the bedroom were not in conflict. Anyway, it was just an extra bed.

He would often go to the wilderness of dreams in the future. If there was a bed in the study, he would sleep more comfortably.

With this idea in mind, Angel crossed the Dream Bridge and descended to the City of Beginning Heart.

He appeared at the top of the Sky Tower, in Frode's office. At this time, Frode was sitting at the table, writing something with a pen.

Frode didn't notice Angel's arrival until he heard footsteps, and quickly stood up and saluted.

Angel waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning Frode to sit down, and he sat on the sofa opposite Frode: "You should still remember what the mentor said to you yesterday? Have you chosen any power?"

Sanders needed Frode to integrate new powers to obtain more data information. As for what power to integrate, Sanders gave Frode some time to think.

Angel chose to come in at this time, and also wanted to listen to Frode's opinion. After all, any power has a profound impact on the Dream Wilderness.

When it comes to power, Frode's expression immediately becomes serious. He nodded to Angel: "My Lord, I have thought about it."

"Have you made a decision? Then what power do you plan to choose?" Angel was also very curious about what power Frode would choose.

Frode did not speak immediately, but stood up and came to the window.

Through the transparent window, you can clearly see the Chuxin City shrouded in the night.

"Sir, I have been thinking about what power I should have these past two days." Frode: "I will definitely not be able to control too much power, and maybe it will be returned to the earth like the change of celestial phenomena."

"Excluding large powers, what small powers can I control and make the Dream Wilderness develop rapidly? I thought about it for a long time, but I still have no answer."

"Until I stood here and saw this scenery."

Frode looked down at the brilliant lights of Chuxin City from the window, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes. Chuxin City was built under his watch, and he planned and grew it with his own hands. He had endless expectations for Chuxin City.

It was like a father who was silently watching Chuxin City grow up.

At present, Chuxin City is developing very well. You can see from a bird's eye view that even in the night, it is still so prosperous, like a prosperous city that never sleeps.

But as one of the founders of the city, Frode knew too well that these are actually superficial splendor. In the dark side of Chuxin City, there are all kinds of undercurrents and uneasiness.

The residents of the dream world seem to be singing and talking happily and living actively, but there are too many things in this world that are not in line with the norm. It looks like a beautiful utopia, but no matter how beautiful the appearance is, it will give people an illusion of unreality.

And this illusion of unreality may eventually turn into a panic, spreading to every resident of the dream world who lives here but does not know the truth.

"I have never thought about building Chuxin City into a carefree utopia, but I want this world to become more real."

"So, the power I want is to lean in this direction."

(Tianjin)