Although Angel and Speedy didn’t verbally communicate, it didn’t stop Laplace from noticing their mental dialogue. Yet, she didn’t know what they discussed, hence the question.
However, Laplace’s question left Angel stumped.
For one thing, he didn’t know how to describe the feedback from Speedy; it was too abstract, and he couldn’t read it... But if he said nothing, wouldn’t that be losing the face of being the "master"?
For another, Angel discovered that Laplace’s curiosity about this special location was extremely high. It might even surpass her previous curiosity about why Angel could ward off her Reflection of the Heart.
Why is that? What exactly is it about this "Paradise Lost" that attracts Laplace?
Most importantly, why is Laplace asking him?
Angel had never heard of Paradise Lost, nor seen it. Why does Laplace always ask him about matters concerning Paradise Lost? Does Laplace think he must know about Paradise Lost?
Angel pondered for a moment and cautiously replied, "Speedy didn’t say anything."
"Really?" Laplace looked at Angel suspiciously, full of disbelief.
Angel hesitated for a moment and added, "It did say some things, but it’s an elemental creature I subdued not long ago in the wilds. It doesn’t have much contact with human civilization, and its ability to express itself is not strong."
In short, it’s a country bumpkin seeing the world for the first time; I can’t understand what it’s saying.
After staring at Angel for several seconds, Laplace nodded, "I see."
This explanation satisfied Laplace because her question didn’t actually involve anything secretive, so Angel didn’t need to conceal anything deliberately at this time. Furthermore, Angel currently had something to ask of her; even if he really discovered some secret, it’s mostly unlikely he would choose not to tell at this moment.
"What insights does Lady Laplace have on these winds?" Angel, in turn, asked Laplace.
Laplace shook her head, "I used to have some ideas, but under the validation of the Sage, it turned out my insights were wrong."
Laplace was implying that she currently had no insights.
However, this statement also revealed one piece of information—Laplace was indeed very focused on this world she had solidified.
Or perhaps, she was more concerned with the real world that corresponds to Paradise Lost? Otherwise, Laplace wouldn’t have easily handed over this space to the Wise Sovereign.
"It’s a pity I’m not a wind wizard; otherwise, I could join the research." After lamenting, Angel changed the subject, "By the way, Lady Laplace, where is Sweet Dream?"
Angel originally wanted to ask about matters related to Paradise Lost, but then thought better of it. If the reward Laplace wanted was related to Paradise Lost, then he’d be completely lost.
It’s best to solve the most pressing problem at hand—Sweet Dream—before talking about anything else.
"At the treetop," Laplace pointed to the grand tree in the distance.
This surreal garden featured not just strange winds and vibrant flowers but a very tall, impossibly hard-to-ignore grand tree.
This grand tree was located at the very center of the fantasy garden, as if to declare itself the main character here.
The tree seemed to be about eighty meters tall.
Judging by the bright green upper branches and dark green lower ones, it somewhat resembled the submerged eucalyptus. This kind of tree, distributed throughout vast rainforests, exists on nearly every continent, and trees of such height are typically only born in highly competitive environments like forests.
However, aside from the obvious green stratification of its branches and leaves, the eucalyptus is known for its tall, straight trunk.
In an average thirty-meter-tall forest, it stands proudly like a crane, constantly climbing upward to capture sunshine, hence creating its tall stature.
But this tree is different—it’s not only tall but also quite robust.
Eucalyptus leaves are typically found in the middle and upper layers, with the lower parts having almost no branches. This tree starts spreading its branches right from the bottom.
This is a typical feature of plain trees.
Moreover, its branches spread out fantastically, from the bottom to the top, continuously blooming.
Most crucially, its trunk is not upright; it winds upward, characteristic of deep cavernous ancient trees.
Angel had never seen such a tree before, but upon first sight, the image of a "Tree of Elves" from fairy tale novels in his holographic tablet flashed in his mind.
This lush grand tree resembled the Tree of Elves. Alongside the various exquisite scenery surrounding it, petals flurried down like twilight snow, and a gentle pink wind swirled at the top, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
If an elf were to emerge from this tree, Angel wouldn’t be surprised at all.
Angel focused his gaze on the top of the grand tree, where a pink wind swirled, and it was the only wind in the entire area that didn’t move sideways.
It only swirled at the top of the tree, seemingly guarding... Sweet Dream.
Angel wasn’t sure if it had a protective function, but right now, he didn’t sense any mysterious aura present.
If the pink wind could conceal the mysterious aura, its effect would be comparable to a Geometric Lock.
As Angel thought about this, he began to walk toward the grand tree.
Laplace didn’t obstruct him but rather floated alongside Angel toward the tree.
On the way to the tree, Laplace finally returned to the main subject from the topic of Paradise Lost, "According to Duo’s words, you want me to cooperate with you in researching Sweet Dream? How do you want me to cooperate?"
Angel: "If I were to say, I don’t yet know, would you believe me?"
Laplace: "I believe you. The Wise Sovereign also researched Sweet Dream and had me cooperate before, but every time he came with great enthusiasm, he left empty-handed. His research often involves sudden whims, so I believe you when you say you don’t know where to start now."
"But, under circumstances where there’s no plan at all, inviting the Wise Sovereign and asking me to participate—I find that hard to believe."
Just like a graduate writing their thesis, they must first have a topic, target, and a rough draft before seeking approval from their mentor.
Laplace doesn’t compare herself to a mentor, nor does she have a conceited nature, but this indeed is a kind of worldly wisdom.
For someone in Angel’s position, if he genuinely intended to research, he’d at least need a rough plan for Sweet Dream... Even if not a plan, at least a preliminary impression.
But with nothing in place, inviting her for comprehensive research—this was clearly off.
"I do have some ideas, but these ideas are fragmented. I don’t know how to piece them together."
After Angel said this, he looked at Laplace: "By the way, I’m curious—since Lady Laplace knew from the start that inviting you this way was somewhat improper, why did you agree to come?"