"Do you have any questions now?" Angel didnât wait for Popota to regain his senses on his own but directly awakened him.
Faced with Angelâs inquiry, Popotaâs thoughts were still somewhat stagnant and slow, only managing to gather himself with difficulty.
The questions he previously wanted to ask were mostly answered when Angel threw those messages out. However, some details still eluded Popotaâs understanding. But these minor details will eventually have answers in the future, so thereâs no need to bring them up now.
"I have many questions, but they arenât important now." After pondering for a moment, Popota slowly spoke: "What I want to know now is⌠will I still have a chance to see my sister?"
After Popota asked, there was both timidity and a hint of hope in his eyes.
For him, the dream of revitalizing the Baiyuan Clan had slowly settled with his physical death. It hadnât disappeared, just temporarily set aside.
Now, his primary concern is only his sister. The person he owes the most and feels most sorry for.
When Popota died, he thought he would never see his sister again, but Angelâs description of the Wilderness of Dreams uncovered that red color in his heart covered by dust.
Popotaâs fervent gaze was fixed on Angel.
After a few seconds of silence, Angel gently smiled: "There is still a chance. But when it will come, thatâs hard to say."
Upon hearing this answer, Popota didnât show any regret. Instead, he let out a long breath: "As long as thereâs a chance, thatâs good."
What he feared most was having no chance, but now Angel has admitted that in the future, there is still a chance to see Hua Queque. Even if the chance is slim, at least it makes the field of his heart buried in despair sprout tendrils of hope once more.
With hope, the whole spirit of Popota seemed to change. Gone was the previous gloom, and he murmured softly: "As long as I can see my sister again, even just once, Iâm willing to give my all."
Angel: "Thereâs no need to give everything, nor is it worth it. Work hard and complete your current tasks; maybe the opportunity will come naturally."
Popota knelt half on the ground: "Please assign me work, my lord!"
Angel: "Just continue with your current work; do whatever Jon Mentor assigns you to do."
Previously, Popota had heard Jon say he was Angelâs mentor, and he was somewhat skeptical. But now, with Angel personally confirming Jonâs identity, Popota no longer had any doubts.
"Time is almost up. If you have any questions, you can ask Frode." Angel paused: "Frode is my right-hand man. His intentions represent mine, and you can trust him completely."
Popota nodded, bowed to Frode, and after a momentâs hesitation, asked: "How should I address you, Frode, or Tyson⌠young master?"
Frode waved his hand: "Just call me Frode, no need for honorifics. We are equals, both devoted to the lord, with no need for distinctions between us."
"ButâŚ"
Angel no longer continued listening to Frode and Popotaâs conversation, walking outside instead.
Although he had been talking to Popota, Angelâs mind was also observing Pat Manor. He noticed that, after two days of retreat, Sanders finally emerged from the study. He was now standing on the balcony, seemingly experimenting with some trick.
Upon seeing Sanders appear, Angel didnât hesitate, turning to leave the Sky Tower to go see Sanders.
Angel didnât walk over; instead, he used the Authority Tree to manipulate the "Celestial Alternation" authority, gliding towards Pat Manor on a gust of wind.
As the sky darkened, Angelâs flight went unnoticed by the residents below.
However, a pair of scarlet little eyes caught sight of him.
Angelâs attention was still on Pat Manor, not having reacted when he heard a chirp and a white figure dashed into his arms.
Startled, he looked down to find it was Toby snuggling vigorously in his embrace.
Suspended in mid-air, Angel pulled Toby out of his arms. Toby chirped, continuously changing poses in Angelâs hand, urging him to look at its outfit.
Ah⌠a white silkworm costume.
Toby excitedly showed off its new clothes. Angel could tell that Toby must have been having a blast in Originheart City these past few days, as it had even changed its outfit.
"Who made this for you?" Angel asked curiously.
Toby pointed into the distance.
Following Tobyâs wing direction, Angel saw two people standing on the rooftop of a small building. One wore a bullhorn helm and was waving vigorously at Angel.
Without a doubt, it was Tullas. Beside Tullas stood a woman whose face was mostly hidden by a black cloak. However, the woman seemed to want to leave but was firmly held by Tullas.
Angel flew over with Toby, and Tullas immediately welcomed him with a grin, offering all sorts of unreliable suggestions to Angel.
Angel casually exchanged a few words to send Tullas off.
Then, he looked towards the cloaked woman. Seeing Angelâs face, she snorted coldly and turned away without speaking.
"Did you make Tobyâs clothes?" Angel asked.
The cloaked woman didnât answer, but Tullas beside her said: "Yes, Iâve never thought a Mandhela tailor was so skilled. The caterpillar costume was made so realistically!"
"Itâs a silkworm⌠not a caterpillar." Although the cloaked woman didnât want to see Angel, she couldnât help but correct Tullas when he started rambling.
"Close enough!" Tullas laughed, unconcerned.
The cloaked woman was the Gumman Kingâs daughterâMandhela, who nearly led to Black Castleâs downfall. After bringing her into the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel left her mostly unattended, as she was a woman wholly immersed in hatred. Even when subdued, the hatred remained in her heart.
Angel had no time for mental guidance, so he simply tossed her into the Wilderness of Dreams to let her interact with more ordinary people, gradually changing her personality.
The result proved favorable. At least, from Angelâs perspective, Mandhela was no longer as resistant and gloomy as when she first entered the Wilderness of Dreams, now appearing more like a "person."
Moreover, Angelâs eyes turned to Tullas. From Frode, he learned that Mandhelaâs quick change was because she became Tullasâs assistant.
Indeed, naĂŻvetĂŠ truly does counter innate darkness well?
However, Mandhela still seemed unfriendly toward Angel. This was expected, as she believed Angel had thwarted her revenge.
"The clothes are well made." Angel lightly praised, without saying more. Instead, he patted Tobyâs head: "Iâm about to leave; will you go back with me or stay in Originheart City?"
Upon realizing Angel was returning to reality and continuing his studies, Toby shook its head without hesitation.
Compared to the tedious reality of the study room, this place was obviously more fun, especially with the lively Dream Plant Fairies around.
Toby recently befriended a Dream Plant Fairy who loved singing. Unfortunately, they couldnât communicate; otherwise, he would ask her to sew him another outfitâŚ
Once confirmed that Toby wasnât leaving, Angel bid them farewell and turned away without hesitation.
Standing next to Tullas, Mandhela watched Angelâs silhouette disappear at the horizonâs end, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.
However, this emotion quickly vanished as Tullas suddenly dragged her off the rooftop!
"Youâre jumping off the roof again! Donât use your sickle to land! If you damage the floor, youâll have to pay for it!" Mandhela exclaimed in fright.
But Tullas didnât care at all, cheerfully saying, "I wonât pay. Frode canât catch me anyway!"
"And with Toby here!" Tullas looked at Toby flying happily beside him: "Frode wonât dare punish!"
Mandhela took a deep breath, resistant to rolling her eyes, but ultimately said nothing, letting Tullas lead her, landing on the groundâŚ
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