Hearing the familiar voice, Cicia immediately turned her head to look. She just happened to see Angel stepping down leisurely from the curved staircase on the second floor.
Looking at Angel’s leisurely and nonchalant demeanor, Cicia felt her teeth grinding. Leaving with just a sentence "in a dream," making her run in circles!
She previously thought she could really see a beam of hope in him.
Liar!
Can’t hold it in anymore!
Filled with indignation, Cicia darted forward with swift steps, rushing towards Angel. Taking advantage of Angel not yet reacting, she grabbed his tie, did a quick and agile backspin, preparing to stamp her high heel right on Angel’s face, pinning him to the ground.
Cicia managed to do it, but ultimately, she ended up stepping on Lulu, who wore an aggrieved whimpering expression on the ground.
And Angel, without anyone noticing, had already lifted the curtain and sat beside the old man who called himself Jon.
Cicia couldn’t make out how the position was switched. This body... is too frail.
"Gobble gobble, blubber blubber." Lulu’s aggrieved voice drifted from beneath her feet.
Cicia reluctantly lifted her foot, marching into the small council room concealed by the curtain, glaring fiercely at Angel, before sitting at the far end of the long table, away from Angel.
"Don’t think just because here is the dreamscape you created, you can do whatever you want. I understand the rules of the Dream Realm as well. You cannot kill me here, and I can easily leave this place." Cicia haughtily held her head high, attempting to initially seize the upper hand with words.
Angel leisurely poured a cup of tea for Jon beside him, then looked at Cicia: "I feel that, in the few minutes we’ve been apart, you seem to have filled in a lot of stories on your own, and now you dislike me again?"
Outside, Cicia’s attitude towards Angel had clearly improved, but now, inexplicably, it turned sour again. Angel could only guess that Cicia had made up some non-existent stories in her mind.
"Using the terminology taught by Mentor Jon, you have... a persecution complex." Angel paused, then pointed to Jon beside him: "This here is Mentor Jon, my teacher, who is also a scholar very interested in the transcendent world. Therefore, upon seeing a Gargoyle here, he had the thought of studying it."
Angel didn’t reveal that Jon was his introductory mentor because he had previously mentioned to Cicia that the introductory mentor was someone from another world. Revealing Jon’s identity now would expose many secrets and require a lot of explanation.
However, this was also a coincidence; Angel hadn’t expected Jon to suddenly return to Pat Manor today. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have picked this place for Popota to meet Cicia.
"As you can see, my mentor doesn’t intend to harm this Gargoyle... um, by the way, do you know both of these Gargoyles?"
After Angel finished speaking, Cicia looked at Jon. As a former Prophet Wizard, though she lost the ability to prophesy, sensing a person’s good or evil was no problem. This elder named Jon, although he seemed to be doing something similar to those experimenters, carried no malice, unlike the hypocritical experimenters.
Jon, Cicia could overlook for now. But Angel, she wasn’t prepared to let go.
Though she hadn’t heard the term "persecution complex," she could basically grasp its meaning from its context.
"You say I have a persecution complex, no, I am merely making a reasonable evaluation, and seeking the flaws in this false dreamscape you created." Cicia said coldly.
Watching Cicia’s stubborn look, Angel felt his brow start to throb again.
For newcomers to the Wilderness of Dreams, he most disliked explaining how Wilderness of Dreams worked, as it was cumbersome, and anyone who learned about the Wilderness of Dreams would invariably become curious and keep asking questions.
Therefore, in general, Angel would send these newcomers to Originheart City or New City, to learn and integrate on their own. It’s better to observe it themselves rather than being told.
This approach worked for others, but for Cicia, it clearly wouldn’t. Cicia’s expression already directly conveyed, "It’s all your conspiracy," and if not explained clearly, this conspiracy theory would never end.
However, Angel certainly wouldn’t personally explain such things.
"If you want to know where this place is, or want to understand it, go see Popota. He will tell you everything." Angel put on a profound look, his expression solemn, and his tone carried a sense of "this is destined by fate." But in reality, Angel’s thoughts weren’t so complicated; he simply wanted to shirk the explanation onto Popota.
Besides, Popota is also a Baiyuanian, making communication between them much easier than with himself.
Cicia snorted coldly: "Popota? You still want to deceive me; he’s probably just another fake Baiyuanian you created in the dream?"
Angel rubbed his slightly throbbing temple: "Whether it’s fake, you can judge for yourself after you meet. If you can’t even judge the authenticity, whether it’s real or fake, of your fellow tribesmen, then don’t even think about reviving the Baiyuanian tribe."
Angel’s words were quite emphatic, and Cicia absorbed them.
Indeed, if Angel created them, there must be flaws.
There’s no harm in going to meet him.
However, before that, Cicia still wanted an explanation: "I may go meet your creation. But you need to answer my question first, how do you know about Coco and Lulu? How can you even simulate their behavior patterns?"
"Coco and Lulu?" Angel was puzzled for a moment, then he realized: "You mean the names of these two Gargoyles?"
Cicia: "Yes."
Angel: "Are you quite familiar with these two gargoyles?"
Cicia snorted coldly: "You created them, so is there any point in asking such a question?"
Upon hearing Cicia’s answer, Angel’s face instantly lit up with a smile: "So, you really do know them. That’s great. If you can understand what they’re saying, go ahead and ask them yourself if they were created by me."
"What do you mean?"
Angel: "Exactly as it sounds. The cocoa and Lulu you mentioned were two gargoyles we saw at the second narrow path when we came to the Hanging Jail Stairway. The Black Earl said they were in a deep sleep and would not wake up. Given that, I brought their consciousness here, at least here it’s a Paradise Land where they can live peacefully."
Angel spoke beautifully, but in truth, he did not think much at the time, just casually trying to see if he could bring the sleeping gargoyles into the Wilderness of Dreams to fill the gap in the Monster Atlas of the Wilderness of Dreams.
Unexpectedly, it actually worked. Moreover, the two gargoyles brought casually into the Wilderness of Dreams turned out to know Cicia, and their relationship seemed quite good?
Then this is wonderful.
Popota alone might not be able to persuade Cicia, who already considered the Wilderness of Dreams as "Angel’s conspiracy."
But the two gargoyles familiar to Cicia should make Cicia believe they are real, right?
Of course, if Cicia cannot even determine whether cocoa and Lulu are real or fake, Angel would accept it as a conspiracy here, and they might as well stop cooperating, leaving Cicia in the dark box waiting for "spring to come back to the withered tree."
Cicia looked at Angel doubtfully, then at the two gargoyles next to her.
"You say they were pulled into the dream by you?"