The story told by Angel is completely based on the known results, and then worked backwards to find a relatively reasonable logical chain and recreated it. If you really want to find flaws, there must be some, because human thinking
It is multi-linear, and it is actually relatively difficult to find the order in the chaos in a timely manner.
However, if we do not consider these deep-seated issues and simply look at the external and internal aspects, Angel's inference can be established.
Moreover, the final effect was even better than Angel imagined.
Not only did Sicia believe Angel, she also made some assumptions of her own, and told the secret about Margaret and the Wise Lord... And Sicia's assumptions were very likely to be true.
This actually supports Angel's guess that the Wise Lord must know about Margaret and Augustine, and it may even be behind it to help them meet in secret.
Even Dodolo's inspiration - "A wise man is not stupid" - also points to this wise man.
Therefore, it is basically certain that the wise man must know the existence of that wall and that it is the secret place left by Augustine. However, it is a bit difficult to say whether the wise man has ever entered it.
Angel preferred to be a wise man and never went in, because the refining of the key might not be difficult for a wise man, but the alchemy omen was not easy to deal with.
However, even if the wise man really went in, Angel didn't care. He seemed to be exploring the wall in the real world, but in fact his real goal was the wall in the nightmare world.
But now the problem has returned to its original point. Even if we understand that the wise man is the key and knows many secrets, how to get him to speak is still an unsolved problem.
After thinking for a moment to no avail, Angel looked at Sisia again.
Although Xicia always said not to use her name to show off, Xicia also made it clear just now that the identity of the wise man was the same as her identity at the time. In other words, Xicia was definitely not a small person at the time.
Her status is so special that even the Dominator level must be treated with caution, otherwise Sisia would not be able to get in touch with Margaret so easily.
The wise man has been helping Xixia pay attention to the movements of outside worshipers for so many years. From this, it can be seen that he has never treated Xixia lightly.
Therefore, if you really want to get the wise man to speak, you not only need to find the wood spirit, but you may also need Sisia to help.
Thinking of this, Angel said: "Miss Sicia, would you like to know the final outcome of your two best friends?"
Xicia subconsciously replied: "Of course I want to know."
Naturally, she cares about her only two human best friends.
"Why are you asking me this question? Do you still know?"
"Of course I don't know." Angel: "However, since Miss Sisia also wants to know their final outcome, she is actually on the same path as us. Because the only one who knows all the truth now is the wise master."
Sisia frowned: "So? You still want me to help you ask the Wise Lord? Or, in my name, let the Wise Lord speak?"
Sisia shook her head: "Even if I agree, it is impossible for a wise man to tell you."
"Do you think I haven't asked the wise man about the situation of the two of them in these years? Every time the wise man comes, I will ask, but it never gives me any answer. So, it is useless for you to ask me."
Angel: "It stands to reason that although your two best friends are very special, they are not that special. But the Wise Lord did not answer your questions about them at all, so isn't there more clues here?
?”
After Angel finished speaking, the air suddenly fell into silence.
After a long while, Xicia spoke softly.
"How come I don't understand what you're saying?" Xicia sat leaning on the throne, her eyes hidden in the shadows of her hair, and the emotions revealed between the light and shadow were full of helplessness.
"But, what can I do? My consciousness can't even leave this platform. All the news I have about the outside world can only be conveyed by the wise master... Tens of thousands of years, long and lonely days, the only thing I can do
, we can only think about things in a good direction."
Sisia curled up her legs and buried her head in her knees, her voice was low and she was emotionally depressed.
Angel could probably guess the unspeakable words hidden in Xixia's words.
In the past, Sisia and the wise master may have been on equal footing, but after transforming into a casket, Sisia's status not only plummeted, but she was also unable to do anything and knew nothing about the outside world.
Only the wise master can help her obtain information from the outside world.
Therefore, even if Sicia knows that the Wise Lord must know the whereabouts of Margaret and Augustine, she can't force the Wise Lord to answer. The end of the quarrel is very likely that even the person who finally communicated with the outside world will
The channels will disappear.
Therefore, there is only one thing that Sicia can do: pray silently in the darkness, hoping that things will develop in a good direction.
Feeling the sad mood coming from Xicia, Angel suddenly understood Xicia a little bit. Ten thousand years of time is just a number to Angel, but to Xicia, it is real.
experience.
She once said that Margaret was a caged bird, but now she is not a caged bird? Moreover, she may be in a worse situation than Margaret. This box is both her body and a cage.
He killed her for thousands of years.
Angel used to complain about Xixia's falling IQ. In fact, now that I think about it, it is quite difficult for Xixia to maintain a normal mind for thousands of years.
Thinking of this, Angel's voice unconsciously became softer: "You can't do it just because you are limited by the range of movement. There is no way to solve this for the time being. But now that we are here, we can do it for you.
"
Sisia raised her head and looked at Angel and chuckled: "What can you do? You might not even be able to find the wood spirit. How can you make the wise master speak?"
Angel said solemnly: "I can't guarantee others, but I can definitely do it."
"Just you? Why?"
Angel replied seriously: "Of course because I am a genius."
Sissia rolled her eyes, too lazy to accept such nutritious nonsense.
Angel continued: "Do you think it's a coincidence that I was able to obtain the Source Fire and find the Source Worshiper? I can let you meet Popota, and it's in your box. Aren't you surprised?
?Not many people can understand the alchemy blueprint of the secret key, but I understand it and have refined it. Is this also a coincidence?"
"I said I can do it, I can do it."
Angel's words were not sonorous or convincing, they were just plain and straightforward. But Sicia inexplicably sensed Angel's confidence hidden deep in her heart.
This kind of self-confidence is not absurd, nor is it unfounded without reason. It is more like an alternative power, originating from the power in Angel's heart.
This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, but it touches Xixia in a strange way.
A young man less than twenty years old, burning with confidence as bright as the blazing sun.
The long-lost "young spirit" was like a burning wind of fire, sweeping into Xixia's lonely heart.
She was silent for a moment, turned her head and said, "Who do you think you are?"
"I don't think who I am, but why can't I do it?" Angel asked, his eyes still as bright as before.
Xicia was silent for a longer time this time. After a while, she said, "What are you going to do?"
Although Sicia said nothing, Angel understood that she could barely be regarded as "colluder".
"I hope Miss Sisia can tell me everything about the wise master in detail."
Sisia: "Yes, but what I say can only be based on the unrestricted content of the oath."
Angel: "I understand this."
Sisia: "And what? After telling you about it, what are you going to do?"
Angel touched his chin and said in an innocent tone: "Well... I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later."
Xicia was speechless for a while: "..." She really met a ghost, so she ignited with the so-called scorching sun. Look, cold water was poured directly on her, it was biting cold.
Angel: "Don't look at me with such a mournful expression. I really haven't thought about it well. At least, I have to catch the wood spirit first, and then slowly think about what happens next."
Sisia snorted coldly: "Then I want to see how long it takes for you to find the wood spirit."
Angel was quite confident: "It will be quick."
Sisia did not answer and continued: "Are you planning to listen to the wise master now?"
Angel: "This can wait until you meet Popota. However, before meeting Popota, I have a question to ask you."
Sisia didn't care anymore at this time and waved her hand: "Ask."
"If I asked you to meet the wise master, would you be able to get the answer from him?"
Sisia wondered: "What do you mean? Are you still planning to let the wise master come to me?"
Angel smiled meaningfully: "You will understand this question after you go to see Bobota."
"Now, Miss Sisia, are you still hungry? If not, it's time to go see Popota. He has probably been waiting for a long time. Although as a descendant, it is normal for him to wait for you, an ancestor, but this is the first meeting after ten thousand years.
, do you hope to leave a bad impression on Popota?"
Xicia was still a little timid and hesitant at first, but after hearing Angel's words, she couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him: "My ancestor is a witch-eyed ghost! Based on my age before the transformation, I'm not much older than you!"
"
"When I was an ordinary person, I wasn't much smaller than I am now after becoming an official wizard. Let me think about it, I'm just smaller..."
"Shut up!"
Angel: "According to your logic, you still want me to shut up. It's really hard to understand."
Sisia gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and a distorted voice floated out from between her teeth: "I don't want to argue with you now, tell me, how should I see Bobota, and where is he now?"
Angel’s smile is bright and sunny:
"In a dream."
…
When Sisia stepped onto the Dream Bridge, her ears seemed to still be echoing Angel's unspeakable words: Popota, he is in a dream~
Xixia suppressed the emotions that were about to explode, and frowned as she looked at the long-lost dream bridge: "This is indeed a dream bridge, but it seems different from the past. Could it be that we really met in a dream? An
Geer or the wizard of dreams?"
If this is really a dream, this is not a good thing.
Although dream wizards were not well-known thousands of years ago, they were very famous for their methods of creating various traps to trap other people in dreams.
There are many stories about dream wizards creating close lovers of their enemies in their dreams to lure them into taking the bait.
Sisia did not want to see that the so-called "Bobota" was a false person created by Angel in his dream.
Xicia wanted to quit Mengqiao now, but after thinking about it again and again, she finally held back.
Since the transformation into a box, the soul can no longer perceive. Since then, Xicia has never had a dream again. She even said that she has never really fallen asleep. The so-called dormancy in her mouth is just a closed state.
Her eyes let her mind wander, imagining herself in a world of nothingness to pass the time... Even though she opened her eyes, it was actually nothingness.
Therefore, when she fell asleep again and saw the long-lost Dream Bridge, Sicia still hesitated.
"Even if it's just a dream, let me see how far you can go..."
Xicia thought of this, no longer hesitated, and walked forward step by step until her figure disappeared into the dim door of dreams...
…
Sisia has been in the Wilderness of Dreams for ten minutes now.
In other words, I stayed in a very simple and cramped room in the Wilderness of Dreams for ten minutes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In these ten minutes, she just repeatedly touched her body, as well as the walls, tables, and floors made of various materials.
Xixia has never felt this kind of real touch since she was transformed into a box.
"Am I dreaming?" Xixia put her palms together and rubbed each other. The soft touch was like returning to thousands of years ago.
"Yes, I am just dreaming! This is a dream created by Angel!" Sicia reacted quickly.
But after that, Xixia's doubts became even worse: Could the dream wizard ten thousand years later be able to create dreams to such an extent? This level can no longer be described as 'realistic', but rather, it seems that it is already real.
.
What happened?
Ten minutes later, Sicia finally moved, and she wanted to ask Angel.
Since Angel is the wizard of dreams, he must be here too. Maybe, he is still looking at him in the dark.
Thinking of this, Sisia pushed open the door of this narrow room.
Outside the room is a corridor.
The corridor is very bright. It is not illuminated by candlelight, but the sunlight from the window shines in, bringing a natural and comfortable brightness.
Sisia walked step by step to the window. When the sun shone on her body, she suddenly met her unexpectedly despite the warmth of countless years.
Looking at the garden outside the window, and the shadows of buildings bathed in sunshine in the distance... Even though Xicia knew that these were "fake", she just felt like crying inexplicably.
Crying, this is also a long-lost feeling, the nose is sore, the eyes are wet... It turns out that the feeling of crying can be so obvious. When she was alive, she had never experienced this emotion in detail.
Xicia stood in front of the window for a long time. She wanted to jump out of the window and embrace the long-lost blue sky outside.
But, she endured it.
"Angel is definitely watching me. You can't do this, you can't do this. You will be laughed at, you will be laughed at. You must be calm, calm." Sisia kept repeating this sentence in her heart.
In the end, driven by her pride, Sisia suppressed the urge to jump out of the window. Instead, she left the window and walked deeper into the corridor.
This corridor was just one road, and she could even see the opened brown wooden door at the end of the road, as well as the red floor-to-ceiling curtains at the edge of the door frame.
Is there a curtain? It should be the hall, right?
Then, Angel should be there?
With these doubts, Sisia continued to walk forward. Soon, she came to the door at the end of the corridor.
However, when Sisia passed through the gate, she did not see Angel, but a... familiar figure.