Chapter 822 Confused Frode

Although what happened just now made Angel feel a little aggrieved, fortunately the ending was not bad. At least after this, he can temporarily let go of the favor of Jiebo.

Moreover, this oolong incident should also reduce their suspicion of him a lot. After all, under the truth-checking technique of Sliu, he did not take the mysterious object.

"Mr. Pat, are you okay?"

When Angel was lost in thought, Frode, who was sitting opposite him, asked.

Seeing Angel looking at him in confusion, Frode continued: "I saw that the pressure of Lord Sliu seemed to have injured you."

Frode was talking about the incident when Angel vomited blood.

"It's okay." Angel waved his hand. He had vomited blood completely by himself, and he was not injured. "You just said he was Lord Sliu. Do you know him?"

Frode nodded: "I just heard the rumors about Lord Sliu. He came from the Song of the Deep Sea, nicknamed 'Big Fish Warlock', proficient in summoning magic and ocean magic. The huge manta ray under his feet just now was his summoned beast, named Brigitte."

"Big Fish Warlock, Sliu." Angel whispered this name softly, and on the surface it was calm, but in his heart he remembered this name.

Frode wanted to ask about the details of the incident just now, but he swallowed the words when he reached his lips. He has become a soul now. What difference does it make whether you know it or not?

Soon, they arrived at Bolai Town.

Angel felt the illusion in the orphanage and found that Dulu was sleeping on the playground at this time, and his expression was still a little panicked after falling asleep.

Yada was sitting on a wooden horse beside him, rocking back and forth, looking at the thick fog outside the safe zone with curiosity.

Angel walked into the orphanage, but before he went deeper, he suddenly stopped and stopped under a tree at the door, frowning slightly.

He found that the green-faced fang-toothed ghost he had set up to roam near this tree had disappeared?

He sensed that everything else in the illusion was normal, except for the green-faced fang-toothed ghost. Even the illusion node where he set up the green-faced fang-toothed ghost disappeared between heaven and earth.

"With the level of Shanni and Yada, they can't destroy the illusion node I set. Dulu, who is still a mortal, is even more impossible."

Although he just arranged these illusion nodes casually, the one who can destroy the illusion nodes is at least at the level of a second-level apprentice. Angel's eyes turned and he guessed who did it.

Jebo.

Except for him, there is no one else to think of.

Thinking of Jebo following him all the way, Angel's mood became slightly deep. However, Angel was a little careless before and didn't think that someone would follow him. Now he is prepared and can continue to release mental tentacles to sense the flow of energy around him. It will not be so easy for Jiebo to follow him again.

Jiebo followed him, no doubt, because of the theft of Lucas's skull.

Angel now also wants to know who intercepted Lucas's skull halfway? The most powerful person outside the "door" at that time should be Livia Hall, followed by the sea god Florence. Who actually snatched food from Florence's mouth under his nose?

Angel looked at this matter purely out of curiosity. Anyway, from his perspective, this matter has nothing to do with him. For the Lucas skull that he once missed, in addition to regret, he also wants to know who is the destined person in the end.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the building in front.

Angel looked up and saw Shanni, holding a file and wearing a bright red dress, floating at the door of the dark building.

"Master Tison." Sunny ran towards Frode with some excitement.

Frode touched Sunny who rushed into his arms, his eyes full of tenderness.

Angel sighed and temporarily put aside the redundant thoughts in his mind: "There will be plenty of time to get together in the future. Now, I have some things to deal with, Frode, come with me."

Angel did not wake up the sleeping Du Lu, but opened the Extreme Luxury Nightmare in front of Sunny, covering him and Frode.

Sunny looked at the hazy illusion in front of her again, her expression was slightly resentful, but when she thought of Angel's strength, she rested again, and walked into the ruined building with her head turned back every three steps.

In the Extreme Luxury Nightmare, Angel and Frode were sitting opposite each other on the gorgeous sofa at this time.

There were teacup bands playing in the air around him, and a group of vivid brick soldiers playing around at his feet. A dragonfly with colorful wings landed on Angel's ear, flapping its wings.

The scene in front of him was full of fantasy in Frode's eyes. He thought it was an illusion at first, but looking at the energetic teacup bands and brick soldiers... he couldn't believe that these were all illusions. But if they were not illusions, what were they?

"Mr. Pat, is this real or an illusion?" Frode's curiosity overcame his reason and he couldn't help asking.

"Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's real."

Angel's answer was a bit ambiguous, and Frode was confused, thinking that Angel didn't want to say it.

But Frode misunderstood. Angel himself sometimes wondered whether the nightmare, the nightmare world, and the nightmare world monsters corresponding to the humans in Pat's manor were illusions or real.

When he answered Frode's question, he was actually questioning himself.

"It doesn't matter where we are, let's talk business." Angel straightened his posture and looked directly at Frode opposite him: "You saw it just now. Due to some uncontrollable reasons, I will leave the Revelation Continent soon. Before leaving, I still have some things to deal with about you."

"In the Purification Sea, I promised you that as long as you get the Dream Conch, I will set you free." Angel paused and said softly: "Now it's time to keep your promise."

"From this moment on, you are free."

Frode was stunned, his eyes were a little dazed. Before he died, he still had ambitious goals; but after his death, his goals could basically no longer be achieved, so he was always confused and didn't know what to do in the future.

He was depressed in Angel's illusion for a while, but as he read the books that Angel had transformed, he slowly forgot these pains and began to slowly plan for his future. He began to study many topics that he had not completed before, and he wanted to find his future goals through this.

However, it was too difficult to set a new goal for himself. Until now, he still hasn't found the direction of the future.

And now, Angel has given him freedom. But he didn't know what he should do in the future, and he stood there for a long time without saying anything.

"Your expression doesn't look like you are happy, why?" Angel asked after a silence.

Frode smiled bitterly and said what he was thinking.

"Are you confused about the future?" Angel tapped the table with his fingers regularly, and thought for a moment, "I remember you wrote a lot about taking over the body. You can find a new body and start a new life, or even pursue the previous path again."

"It is already very difficult to find a body that can match the soul. It is even more difficult to find a body with talent and walk the path of a wizard again, which is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack." Frode shook his head.

"Although it is slim, it is not impossible."

"Even if it is possible, I will probably have to travel around all my life just to find the right person. But I am now in the state of soul, and all activities consume soul power. I have to cultivate soul power while looking for a body. Maybe I will find my soul and it will naturally dissipate, and there will never be such a day." Frode did not have any expectations for returning to the path of a wizard.

Angel was silent. Frode was a dead soul, and his strength was very low before his death. It was destined that when he was a soul, it would be extremely difficult to take over another body, and he had to find a body that matched his soul. Unlike Greya, she was not only a living soul, but also extremely powerful. Even if the body was lost, she could find a new body, and even force it to match someone else's body, and she could practice with it.

According to Frode's current situation, he would indeed be confused. After all, it would always be a bit uncomfortable for a person who was once an extraordinary person to return to the life of an ordinary person.

"Mr. Pat, can I continue to follow you?" Frode was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked.

"Why? You don't have freedom around me."

"Mr. Pat has also read the research topic of combining dream conch with illusion, right? I want to continue to complete this topic. I think it is a great topic."

"Do you think this is your future goal?"

"I don't know, but I have a hunch. Maybe I can achieve my goal through it."

Angel looked at Freud deeply: "Do you think dream conch can really be combined with illusion?"

Froud wanted to give a positive answer, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it.

"My attitude is the same as before. Your idea is beautiful, but I think it is difficult to achieve." At this point, Angel paused for a moment: "Compared with the research on the combination of dreams and illusions, I think the book I gave you before may be more helpful."

Angel refers to "Exploring Lucid Dreams".

Lucid dreams are actually staying awake while dreaming, having complete logical consciousness, and self-subjective behavior.

In Freud's previous research topic, there was a point that impressed Angel, which was to pull alchemical objects into dreams through dream conchs, and then conduct alchemical experiments in dreams, without consuming materials and unlimited times.

This idea can be called "infinite alchemy".

Angell thought this point was very interesting. By studying some characteristics of the dream conch, maybe he could really achieve it.

However, Frode wanted to combine dreams and illusions to promote infinite alchemy. At present, Angell could not see how dreams and illusions could be combined, so he thought of lucid dreams. Maybe lucid dreams could also achieve the possibility of infinite alchemy. That's why he conjured up the book for Frode.

"The lucid dream that you are talking about is actually called a clear dream. This is not a difficult thing for any wizard who studies dream magic. I once thought about whether a clear dream and a dream conch can be combined, but in the end it still didn't work." Frode said.

"Why?"

"The randomness is too great. Through the dream conch, non-living things are pulled into the dream, and the location where they appear in the dream world is random. Even if I can enter the dream world through a clear dream, it is difficult to find the non-living things I pulled in."

"Then why do you think that the dream conch combined with my illusion can succeed?"

"Because in Mr.'s illusion, you are the God of Creation, and you can dominate everything in the illusion. If the illusion and the dream conch can really be combined, the scope and location of the dream conch can also be limited. As long as the objects dragged into the dream by the dream conch do not appear in random locations, then this mysterious object is probably more powerful than the strategic-level mysterious object!"

Angel shrugged: "The prospect you described is very beautiful, but the reality is that I have not found the point where dreams and illusions can be combined."

Frode shook his head: "Before, I was a little hesitant. But just now I suddenly thought of something, maybe my guess is not groundless."

"Why do you say that?"

"I once said that the dream conch can only be activated with dream energy. But before, Mr. Pat successfully activated the dream conch, and Nea was beside him at the time, so I couldn't ask. Now, can you tell me what energy you used to activate the dream conch?"