Main Text Volume Chapter 391 Familiar Accent

"Greya?" When Angel heard this name, a huge figure appeared in his mind.

Angel shuddered and shook off the shadow in his mind.

If Greya was the "little" sister she mentioned, then how could he be called the "big" brother? !

Although Angel didn't believe it, what if it was really the gourmet wizard-'King Kong Barbie' Greya? After all, the fairy tale world is the base camp of the fairy tale town, and the candy house is one of the organizations under the jurisdiction of the fairy tale town. It seems that it is not impossible for Greya to appear here.

However, Angel just heard that Felicia went to the Radiant World to find the prophecy wizard some time ago. Did she find Greya so quickly?

With a hint of doubt, Angel simulated the illusion of Greya.

With a charming demeanor, a head of purple curly hair, flaming red lips, a small nose, and charming eye makeup, Greya's facial features are actually very beautiful. But unfortunately, she eats too much fat, so fat that she has six layers of chins.

Even though it was just an illusion, Angel felt a sense of imminent sight of the "Meat Mountain Demon King".

"Is she the young lady you mentioned?" Angel pointed at the illusion of "Greya" and asked.

Greya's appearance had a strong sense of evil charm, with purple hair and purple clothes, and heavy makeup, just like the evil stepmother in fairy tales. The little girl was frightened and stepped back after seeing her.

"No, no." The little girl waved her hands repeatedly: "The young lady is very beautiful, only a little taller than me. And she is very thin, not fat at all!"

Angel stroked his chin. According to her description, it seems that she is not "King Kong Barbie" Greya, maybe just a person with the same name.

After removing the illusion, Angel smiled and asked: "I'm leaving soon. Before I leave, can I have the honor of knowing the name of the beautiful girl?"

When the little girl heard that Angel was leaving, she showed a lost expression on her face. But when she saw that Angel treated her solemnly with aristocratic etiquette, she was stunned for a moment, and her smile was shy and reserved.

"My name is..." The little girl pulled up the hem of her dress and saluted back. She was about to answer, but just like when he forgot the name of the bird before, she was stuck again.

"Big brother, I also forgot my name." The little girl lowered her head dejectedly, "I have forgotten a lot of things, even my brother's name."

Angel was startled, and realized that the "brother" the little girl was talking about should refer to the boy with a missing face in the silk painting.

"If you forget the past memories, don't think about it." Angel thought of the naked mass graves and countless dead souls, and he could roughly guess what kind of insults and despair they experienced before their death. She forgot the past, perhaps it was also a kind of protection for herself.

Seeing that the little girl was still a little lost, Angel knew very well that this was a kind of insecurity due to the lack of self-awareness.

Confusion about one's past will also lead to confusion about the future.

Angel thought for a while, "How about I give you a nickname?" The first step of self-identification is self-awareness.

The little girl nodded blankly.

In fact, it is best to give someone a real name, but Angel dare not give someone a real name at will. In the unspoken rules of the aristocratic circle, once a name is given, it also advocates that they should be responsible for their future. This rule applies to all slaves, servants and newborns, because generally speaking, they have no names.

Angel thought for a moment and remembered the word the little girl called out when she was stuck before: "Huahua, how about I call you Huahua from now on?"

"Huahua." The little girl repeated the name, "My name is Huahua?"

"Yes, Huahua."

The little girl suddenly held her head with both hands and kept shaking her head: "My name is Huahua, my name is...ah..."

The sudden change of the little girl made Angel a little overwhelmed. After a while, she stopped, her eyes were full of tears, and she sniffed aggrievedly.

"Don't you like this nickname? I'll change it for you."

The little girl shook her head: "Big brother, I just remembered some scenes. There was a person whose face I couldn't see clearly, but I felt very close to him. He also called me Huahua. I seemed to be called Huahua before?" After a pause, the little girl said firmly: "I won't change it. I will be called Huahua in the future."

Before I was called Huahua? Such a coincidence? Angel didn't think much about it and smiled: "Well, Miss Huahua, I'm leaving. You are alone..."

Angel suddenly couldn't say anything. Seeing that she was a little disappointed, and looking at this dark environment, he really couldn't say "You have to be good alone."

Angel thought about it, and waves of magic power surged from his body.

In her puzzled eyes, the surroundings suddenly became brighter. They came from the dark cave to a warm room. This is a typical girl's boudoir, with pink wallpaper, moving dolls, wind chimes that make sounds, mahogany soldiers that can beat drums, and music boxes that can sing. Outside the large French window, there are flying catkins, winding rivers, and green mountains in the distance.

"So beautiful!" Huahua looked at the changes in front of her in surprise. She immediately opened the window and looked at the green illusion outside.

"Can I jump down?"

Angel looked embarrassed: "Just take a look, but don't go down."

Huahua seemed to guess that this was an illusion. She smiled and thanked Angel: "Thank you, brother, this place is beautiful, more beautiful than the house I had when I was alive."

He always thought that she didn't know that he was dead, but in fact she knew it better than anyone else.

Angel pointed to the dolls on the ground and the pink fairy tale book on the bookshelf: "These are all touchable. You can read them when you are bored."

Simulating virtual items with a sense of reality is the basis of nightmare.

As for the fairy tale books on the bookshelf, they are all books that Angel himself read when he was a child, so it is not difficult to simulate them.

Huahua thought this place was all an illusion and had always restrained herself from touching it. But when Angel said he could touch it, his eyes lit up and he happily picked up a rabbit doll: "Thank you, brother."

He originally wanted to ask how Huahua died, but he finally changed the subject. Others are already unfortunate, so why should he add salt to the wound?

"I'm leaving." Angel left two extremely high-quality magic crystals as the power source of the illusion. In this kind of illusion where there is no enemy, one magic crystal can be consumed for a long time, let alone two high-quality magic crystals.

"Brother, can I know your name?" Huahua suddenly stopped Angel.

"Pat, you can call me brother Pat." Angel said, waved his hand and left the cave.

The two magic crystals were no burden to Angel, who was wealthy. But if you can exchange two magic crystals for one soul bead, then you have earned it. Even if it's just an advance now.

After leaving the cave, Angel kept thinking about Huahua.

When he was talking to Huahua just now, he always felt a strange sense of intimacy. It was also this sense of intimacy that made Angel feel a little more pity when facing Huahua.

He had secretly explored it when he was in the cave and didn't feel anything was wrong. Thinking back on it now, I still feel a little weird.

Just when Angel returned to the entrance of the cemetery, a person's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

It's not Huahua's ugly face, but a handsome and handsome face, and the owner of the face is Dudolo!

Memories of spending time with Tatolo flooded into his mind.

"Accent!" He remembered! It's the accent!

Huahua's accent is very soft and soft, and she is more immature than children of the same age. Because of this, he ignored the local accent hidden behind the "cute" childlike voice.

The upturned ending sound and the way of speaking certain words are almost exactly the same as Dodolo! No wonder he feels a sense of familiarity!

When Angel heard Dudolo's accent, he felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago. Now he heard the same accent again.

Angel turned around and entered the cemetery without hesitation.

However, he did not go to the underground cave first, but went to the coffin on the right side of the cemetery where Huahua's remains were.

He had previously focused all his attention on the heart-shaped necklace and did not take a closer look at the skeleton. If Huahua and Dudolo were from the same place, then it is very likely that there would be three more "tail" bones at the tail vertebrae. .

However, when Angel returned to the coffin and inspected it carefully, he did not find the extra tail bone.

"Could it be that Dotolo's accent is actually that of Pocrates? And Huahua is a descendant of Pocrates?" After all, Dotolo was discovered in Pocrates, but if it was Pocrates' accent, why did he always feel Have you ever heard a similar accent a long time ago?

Angel was confused and decided to go back to the cave to ask.

When going to the cemetery on the left, Angel thought for a while and put Huahua's coffin into the bracelet.

Returning to the bottom of the well, Angel placed Huahua's coffin in a corner, then took out the necklace inside and walked into the cave.

Although he brought her coffin to the bottom of the well, he didn't think Huahua would be happy to see his skeleton. Therefore, just leave it here, so that it will not be destroyed again, and Huahua will not be saddened.

After entering the cave, Angel found Huahua holding a rabbit doll and sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside in a daze.

When Huahua saw Angel, she stood up happily: "Brother Pat! Great, you are back again!"

Angel took out the necklace with the heart-shaped pendant, "Is this yours?"

Huahua looked at the necklace, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yes, this was given to me by my brother..."

Angel handed the necklace to Huahua: "I just passed by and saw this necklace, so I decided to give it to you."

Huahua stretched out her hand and wanted to take the necklace. But the necklace passed directly through her fat hand and fell to the ground.

Huahua was stunned, while Angel was embarrassed... He had forgotten that Huahua was a soul and wanted to influence the material world, but Huahua's level was not enough.

Huahua scratched her head and said with a look of embarrassment: "I was holding the doll just now, and it felt so real. I thought I could pick up things... but I didn't expect that I still couldn't. I was already dead, so it's normal that I can't pick up things. "

The items in the fantasy world are themselves virtual, and Huahua has a real touch, which is actually due to the confusing effect of nightmare. She still couldn't hold the real thing.

Angel picked up the necklace with a little embarrassment: "Then I'll put it on the bedside, so you can see it at any time."

Huahua shook her head: "Brother Pat, this necklace has a hidden compartment. Can you take out the things in the hidden compartment?"

Angel nodded, skillfully took out the silk painting from the secret compartment, and spread it on the table in the illusion.

Huahua looked at the painting on the silk and smiled happily: "Brother Pat, I only need this painting. I want to give this necklace to my brother. Thank you for giving me such a good gift." Huahua pointed This fantasy: "I like it very much."

The necklace was not a rare item, and the material was also very ordinary. Angel wanted to refuse, but seeing Huahua's expectant expression, Angel nodded and accepted it.

"Thank you." Angel accepted the necklace and put it in the corner of the bracelet. Then he asked the purpose of his visit: "Huahua, do you remember where you lived when you were a child?"