Warlock Apprentice

The general content of the message is: a confession for one’s behavior, gratitude for Angel’s forgiveness and acceptance, and finally expressing regret for being unable to continue helping Angel.

Written with deep emotion, indeed, abundant feelings are evident in the words, but...

”There’s no need to regret. You can continue to help me in the Wilderness of Dreams.” Angel chuckled softly, took out the Dream Conch, activated it facing the desk, and the desk was pulled into the Wilderness of Dreams by a mysterious power.

At the same time, Popota was discussing the mother tree network with Jon when suddenly a desk fell out of thin air, appearing in front of Popota.

Popota was startled, and once he calmed down, he looked at the desk in front of him, full of confusion.

”Is this...my old study desk?” Popota opened the drawer under the desk with a tone of surprise, where everything from ink and parchment was intact. Even his handbook and diary were there.

Aside from the Pliant Worm’s nest being absent, everything else was identical.

”This is your old study desk?” Jon heard Popota’s mutterings and figured out that it was Angel’s doing.

”Yes.” Popota said confusedly, ”Mr. Jon, do you know why it suddenly appeared here?”

”You should be able to guess the answer.”

”Was it Master Pat’s doing?” Popota responded quickly, knowing that the desk was left with Angel, so only Angel could send it to him. However, Popota could not imagine how Angel achieved this; what kind of extraordinary means was it?

”Naturally, it was him.” Jon casually flipped through a manuscript on the desk about research on Pliant Worms. Although Jon didn’t quite understand it, Popota had written the report in extensive detail, with the structure of the research progressively deepening. Judging from this report alone, Popota was undoubtedly rigorous in his scholarly pursuits.

Jon nodded in satisfaction and said to the still unresponsive Popota: ”Since Angel sent this desk to you, this will now be your office desk.”

Saying this, Jon patted Popota on the shoulder and prepared to continue discussing the mother tree network with him.

However, Popota was still unable to compose himself, and Jon said: ”The doubt in your heart, you can ask Angel directly when he comes, and you’ll naturally get the answer. For now, set aside the doubts and return to the main topic.”

...

Jon and Popota’s conversation in the Wilderness of Dreams was unknown to Angel; he just casually threw the desk in, with more playful intent than practical use.

Precisely because it was a little prank, Angel naturally wouldn’t think much about it. Moreover, he now didn’t have the time to ponder these trivial matters because from the gear button came a ”knock knock knock” sound.

Angel took out the mini signal tower and smoothly connected the conversation.

The person contacting him was undoubtedly Hua Que.

Through the light screen, Angel saw that Hua Que’s expression had lost its usual exuberance, instead showing a slight austerity, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

After connecting the signal, Hua Que was silent for a long time before saying, ”Brother Pat... my brother, is he already...”

”He’s already dead.” Angel understood what Hua Que wanted to ask and told her the truth directly.

Hua Que was silent for a period before saying, ”Then...”

She hesitated at first, then paused. She wanted to ask Angel if he had saved Popota, but she didn’t know how to start, stopping halfway.

”Don’t worry, you will have a day to meet him. Didn’t you prophesy it?” Angel said with a smile.

The intention behind Angel’s words was exactly what Hua Que wanted to ask. Although she didn’t know in what form Popota existed after the body’s death and the soul fell into the Abyss, since Angel said there would be a day to meet, Hua Que felt relieved.

Hua Que contacted Angel specifically for this matter. She now had the answer and naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Hua Que and Angel chatted about other topics, focusing on one piece of news: perhaps soon, Hua Que would meet Angel in person.

Not through the mini signal tower but a meeting in reality.

As for why Hua Que was so sure they would meet, she kept it a secret and didn’t tell Angel.

However, after hanging up the mini signal tower, Angel sat in front of the desk and pondered for a moment, then guessed the general reason: unless something unexpected happened, he wouldn’t leave the Barbarian Cave in the short term, and for Hua Que to see him, she naturally had to come to the Barbarian Cave.

Considering the major event about to happen at the Barbarian Cave, the answer naturally surfaced—

The Tea Party.

Hua Que would probably participate in the Tea Party, and at that time, there would naturally be a chance to meet Angel in reality.

Thinking about it, it seemed normal. After all, the Black Castle is almost entirely women, and the Tea Party includes nearly half of the Witches of the Wizards’ Realm; it was no surprise they would come to the Tea Party.

Moreover, Isabel personally expressed her hope for friendship between the Black Castle and Illusion Demon Island, so she would surely attend.

With Isabel’s regard for Hua Que, bringing her along was unsurprising.

”This should be Lady Isabel’s first formal appearance in the Wizards’ Realm in a thousand years, right? I’m somewhat looking forward to seeing how others react when they find out she’s planning to form a friendship with Illusion Demon Island.” Angel chuckled softly, adding a bit of anticipation for the Tea Party.

In the time following, Angel examined the Pliant Worm’s nest slightly. Without an assistant, he had to personally resolve some of the follow-up issues that Popota had mentioned.

When everything was done, Angel just felt that the authority of the ”Gate of Dreams” had given a feedback.

This indicated that Sanders had already entered the Wilderness of Dreams.

It also meant that Sanders should have completed the final preparations to begin assuming authority.

Angel immediately stowed away the Pliant Worm’s nest and entered the Wilderness of Dreams.

After a while, Angel, Sanders, and Frode appeared in a fog-laden forest.

This was the hiding place of the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, and the surrounding mist was arranged by Angel as a Mist Illusion. However, the last time they came here, it was a flat plain, now turned into a forest.

Walking among the towering trees, as the mist veiled the sunlight, the surroundings grew increasingly somber, akin to approaching the vicinity of the undead forest near the Black Castle, becoming increasingly chilly.

For ordinary people, fear would have taken hold at this moment, but for them, it was merely a more terrifying atmosphere.

Frode even had the leisure to remark, ”It’s a pity; despite the dense forest, it lacks the sounds of birds and insects. Otherwise, it would be even more realistic.”

”You could try taking on the authority to manifest dream creatures in the Wilderness of Dreams, it would naturally become lively,” Angel suggested.

Frode quickly waved his hand in refusal, ”No, I can’t even manage the authority over plants, let alone anything else.”

At this moment, Sanders interjected, ”I think you could try. Whether it’s these plants or the Demonic Fiends and Dream Plant Fairies, they can be considered types of dream creatures. Now that dream creatures almost fully inhabit the Wilderness of Dreams, other biology-related authority will undoubtedly decrease in intensity. Just ordinary insects and animals, you should be able to manage.”

After hearing Sanders’ words, Frode’s eyes showed a flicker of interest. However, having lost a Tree Civilization authority, he was now too embarrassed to assume another authority.

Moreover, continuous failures had dealt Frode some blows.

Angel originally intended to encourage Frode out of the shadows, hearing Sanders’ remarks, followed suit: ”I agree. Once the mentor takes on authority related to energy, you can give it a try. Didn’t you want the Wilderness of Dreams to become more like the True World? This is an opportunity.”