"Speaking of which, what kind of dream is she having? Why didn’t you wake her up and let her keep sleeping?"
Dox seemed like someone who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Even though Angel appeared very cold, he still forced himself over.
Angel was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "A dream that allows her to see the truth."
"So, you used some method to make her have a dream where she saw the truth? Is this dream a nightmare for her?" Dox immediately began analyzing.
Angel said nothing.
But Dox continued his chatter: "What’s the point of seeing the truth? Even if you see it, it doesn’t mean you can understand it."
Although Dox’s words were offhand, there was truth in them. There is a vast distance between seeing the truth and recognizing the truth.
"Moreover, for her, since this is a nightmare, maybe when she wakes up, she won’t want to recall it at all. You know, people with fragile hearts always protect themselves within walls they build and don’t want to, nor are they willing to, face all the negative emotions."
"Your analysis is quite thorough," Angel wasn’t sarcastic; he genuinely thought Dox’s analysis was quite good.
Dox: "I’ve seen many similar situations and similar people trapped in worlds they’ve created, indulging in self-perceived beautiful dreams."
Angel: "So what do you do about it?"
Dox: "When I’m in a good mood, I just slap them awake. If one slap doesn’t work, I’ll give another. When I’m not in a good mood, who cares about them?"
Angel didn’t think there was anything wrong with Dox’s frankness about his violent approach; in fact, he found this person rather interesting.
Dox: "Anyway, I wouldn’t guide the juniors as patiently as you do."
Angel: "I just did it casually, let her see the truth. But as you mentioned, seeing the truth doesn’t mean you can recognize it. I only ensured she saw those images, but how to choose is her business."
Angel wasn’t familiar with Abulei, but he knew Gu Yina well. She was both pitiable and malicious, and it was Angel, as her Guide, who brought her to the Barbarian Cave. It was for this reason that Angel provided Abulei with a chance to see the truth. But whether she could seize this opportunity depended on her own choice.
Another ten minutes passed.
According to Angel’s calculations, Abulei’s dream should have ended by now, but she seemed reluctant to wake up.
Unexpectedly, it was the Crowned Parrot that woke up first.
As soon as the Crowned Parrot woke, Dox, as if self-harming, engaged it in a war of words.
The Crowned Parrot trembled a bit, secretly glanced at Angel, and when it saw the latter showed no sign, its confidence returned, resembling a machine gun, reversing Dox’s advantage in an instant, visibly crushing him.
Defeated again... When Dox was speaking with Angel, he had actually been summarizing in his mind where he went wrong in the previous quarrel. Having believed he patched up all weaknesses, he challenged the Crowned Parrot again to vindicate himself.
Dox was shaking with anger, but this time he didn’t start a fight with the Crowned Parrot again but hovered by Angel’s side: "What did you do to it just now? It seemed to fear you so much that it didn’t even dare to look at you."
The Crowned Parrot also heard Dox’s words and immediately retorted: "Who said I was afraid to look..."
Before it could finish speaking, Angel turned his head, calmly fixing his gaze on the Crowned Parrot.
The Crowned Parrot instantly went submissive, lowered its head compliantly, and stopped speaking.
Dox’s eyes lit up as he witnessed exactly the kind of effect he desired!
"Teach me, let me try it on it too," Dox looked at Angel with eager eyes.
Angel: "It was just an Art of Fear."
"Mental illusion?" Dox appeared disappointed. Even though the Art of Fear was just a first-level trick, he had never learned illusion techniques. To truly practice across disciplines, it would probably take at least six months to a year.
On the other hand, the Crowned Parrot took a stealthy peek at Angel. Fear Art? It knew this trick.
It had just experienced the world’s most terrifying nightmare, and that was definitely not the Art of Fear. Because the things in those dreams truly existed, they could even tear it apart in the dream, causing it to die utterly in reality. The Art of Fear couldn’t achieve such an effect.
This man, who appeared the gentlest, was a downright liar! And, the most terrifying Great Demon King!
Angel didn’t know about the Crowned Parrot’s inner grumbles, but if he did, he’d probably smile and correct it. What he used was definitely the Art of Fear, only... it was activated with the Power of the Nightmare Realm in the green pattern on his right hand.
The Crowned Parrot showed submission to Angel but had no fear towards Dox. Dox was idle and thus ended up trembling with anger, now featuring against the Crowned Parrot once more.
Angel was quite amused by this scenario, and even though he had just used the Nightmare Illusion Fear Art on the Crowned Parrot, he actually still quite admired it.
Abulei’s personality was too weak. If paired with the insightful and verbally adept Crowned Parrot, it might prove more useful than the dream Angel had given.
Precisely because of this thought, Angel chose to protect the Crowned Parrot, sparing it from Dox’s violent tendencies.
The argument escalated, and the Crowned Parrot grew fiercer with bravery while Dox, apart from clenching his teeth and fists, had run out of insults.
Defeated once again, Dox lay next to Angel like a salted fish. Meanwhile, the Crowned Parrot lifted its head proudly, its face filled with glee.
Dox himself couldn’t understand: "As a Wandering Wizard, for at least fifty of these past eighty years, I’ve roamed various regions. From the lowest to the highest levels of discourse, I’ve experienced it all, yet I still can’t outmatch a mere parrot in a quarrel!"
Why is that?!
"Is this parrot a summoned creature? In the dimension it comes from, are daily conversations peppered with insults or something?"
Angel didn’t know either, but he truly sympathized with Dox. His rich experiences were no match for the little parrot’s verbal jabs, an enlightening moment of defeat for Dox, I suppose.
In the depths of Dox’s depression, a sound of a soft "whimper" echoed from the side.
He raised himself to take a look and found that Abulei, who had been sleeping, had finally awakened.
She dazedly propped herself up, looking around, tears unconsciously streaming from her eyes.
"You’re awake," a gentle voice sounded beside her ear.
"Sir, why are you here?" Abulei subconsciously asked.
"Weren’t you the one calling for me to rescue you?" Angel said as he stepped aside to reveal the Gumman Kingdom Royal Knight Group members lying scattered on the ground not far away.