Meanwhile, Lyon, who had been lingering outside, had returned to Fangling Hall and, in the absence of others, entered Originheart City.
Lyon’s intention of entering Originheart City was to find Frode, hoping to learn about Angel’s situation from him.
Had Angel really been promoted?
“You just said Angel came by a few days ago. Did he mention anything about a promotion, or anything related to it?” Lyon inquired from Frode.
Facing Lyon’s question, Frode hesitated.
Because of Mandhela’s presence, he lied, claiming that Angel had come by a few days ago. In reality, Angel had entered the Wilderness of Dreams just today.
However, upon reflection, Frode recalled that Angel had never mentioned anything about a so-called promotion.
But there was one thing that Frode was particularly concerned about.
When he saw Angel today, there was a vague, strange sensation.
He always felt that some kind of transformation had occurred in Angel, as if within a span of just a few days, he had become a completely different person.
At the time, Frode had thought it was merely his imagination. But now, considering Lyon’s words, it seemed Angel might indeed have undergone a tremendous change.
Even if the Wilderness of Dreams could not convey real strength into reality, the aura emanating from within Angel was indescribable.
Frode weighed his words and said, “Sir didn’t mention anything about a promotion. However, when I saw him before, I indeed felt some changes. But this may just be my imagination and cannot be taken as corroborative evidence.”
“Only when Sir comes in next time, can we confirm it.”
Lyon sighed, “That’s all we can do.”
Once he finished speaking, Lyon’s gaze suddenly swept towards Mandhela. After a moment of thought, he asked, “Since Angel brought you here, you should know his current condition, right?”
Mandhela didn’t expect to become the focus of attention again. She fell silent for a moment, filled with resentful anger towards Angel internally, wanting to curse a few times.
But in the end, Mandhela did not say anything disrespectful, merely responding expressionlessly, “I don’t know.”
Since Mandhela didn’t know either, Lyon could only helplessly shake his head.
“Then I’ll take my leave.” Frode was unaware, and Angel was not in Originheart City, so Lyon prepared to leave.
Although he was curious about the matter, the second contest of tomorrow was more important at the moment.
After Lyon left, Frode had Tullas take some people to repair the damaged wall of the Marine Theater.
And Frode himself took Mandhela for identity registration.
During the registration, Mandhela had anticipated some sensitive issues, but she realized no one cared what she wrote.
“Your past is of no concern to anyone here. Because here, the past is meaningless; only the future matters most,” Frode said. “No matter what has happened in the past, in Originheart City, your life is brand new.”
Mandhela didn’t respond, her gaze lowered, her thoughts unknown.
Frode did not elaborate further. He knew that the emotional gaps Mandhela was missing wouldn’t be filled with a word or two. Only by letting Mandhela experience and go through things herself was there a chance for her to let her guard down.