“Yes. The giant silver pyramid I saw in the Nightmare Realm several years before the expedition,” Sunders let out another deep sigh. He then said, “I thought I stumbled into the Nightmare Realm again, so I prepared to warn the other wizards to retreat because you could never be careful enough when dealing with something related to it.
“But later, the place proved to be somewhere else. An ordinary plane, without any resources or even fertile dirt to plant food. The only thing worth noticing was a sapient creature called Half Golem. It was a good sample for wizards who are interested in life form experiments.
“This is only one example, and may not be enough to prove that the Nightmare Realm can reflect all worlds with sapient creatures. However, after I had some discussion with the other wizards who also entered the plane before, they all had similar experiences. So we got a conclusion, that the Nightmare Realm has the ability to project realities with sapient creatures in them.”
Listening to Sunders, Angor thought in his mind.
Following the convention in the academy field to make bold assumptions and careful verifications, there should be a precondition for this conclusion, or rather, an assumed condition. For example, to make a projection of a certain world required the fact that a sapient creature from this world entered the Nightmare Realm before.
“We cannot explain the Nightmare Realm easily. Your experience this time might be both a challenge and a destiny to you,” said Sunders.
The talk about the Nightmare Realm ended here. Sunders did not comment much on Angor’s choice. Angor even felt that he was wrong about how Sunders was plotting something. Maybe he would be completely fine if he chose to sell himself to Brute Cavern or create his own spirit model. Then again, it was too late to think about that now. He had already given his answer…
Goode removed all dishes from the table and asked the other servants to bring some baked pastries and milk.
The milk was specially prepared for Angor. He tried very hard to conceal his particular taste, but it seemed he did not do a good job at it. Goode would bring him milk or milk-made products every day.
Thank goodness Goode was the only one who knew this secret—
“You like milk? Still a kid, for sure,” Before Angor even finished his thought, Flora grinned at him while drinking a glass of unknown, blood-red liquid.
Angor was speechless.
“In that case, you should drink more. A child grows faster that way,” Sunders commented in all seriousness.
Angor gulped and tried to retort, “Actually, I could use some other drinks.”
Sunders ignored that. He turned to Goode and ordered, “Maintain all cows in the ranch for Angor.”
“As you wish, master,” Goode replied.
Angor was… even more speechless.
…
“You saw the thunderclouds today, right? What do you feel?” Sunders was still talking in his plain, emotionless tone, but Angor got a feeling that there were less indifference and more friendliness in it.
“It was strange. The thunderstorm persisted from noon till now. It was so big. Almost covered the entire Devil’s Water.”
“Heehee. Did you not realize there was only lightning but not a single raindrop in the entire afternoon?” asked Flora as she raised her glass full of liquid in the color of blood.
“That’s right.” Angor did realize it. There was no rain at all.