Angor asked Goode to go away after having some casual talks with him. The thunderclouds were still gathering outside. Worrying about Toby’s safety, Angor requested Goode to bring the bird to him. Goode had been taking care of both Angor’s and Toby’s meals during the month, so Toby knew him well.
Goode fulfilled his order soon. He even brought Toby’s tiny wooden bed. Toby was standing on Goode’s shoulder proudly with raised head and puffed up chest.
When it saw Angor, Toby tweeted something Angor could not understand.
Seeing the spirited Toby in perfect shape, Angor shook his head and expressed a bitter smile. As Lady Greya said, he should not worry about Toby at all.
With Toby safe with him, Angor spaced out while looking at the thunderous weather.
When will it stop?
Hope everything will be fine…
…
Angor asked Goode to put some blanket on the floor of the book room. He was going to sleep here tonight.
Lightning bolts would still flash past the window now and then, so the book room did not feel dark even without candles.
Usually, roaring thunders would make people restless. However, hearing the occasional explosions under the soft blanket while surrounded by the fragrant smell of fine ink, Angor felt exceptionally relaxed. Enjoying calmness in such weather helped Angor think more clearly instead.
Angor went through Sunders’ words during dinner.
So he did enter the Nightmare Realm during his talent test, and that suture-face woman nearly killed him! What troubled Angor most was that even though the woman failed to kill him, she still left a wound on his back.
The wound was just as strange as the “special channeling method” mentioned by Sunders. Angor clearly remembered how the wound was bleeding while in the Nightmare Realm, yet when he came back to reality, nothing was there.
Another thing was that how did he end up in the Nightmare Realm in the first place? If his body went to another world, Mara must have noticed it. If not, how did he travel through worlds? His spirit went there? Or was it his soul? Would the sutured woman kill him for real if she succeeded?
Angor knew no answer to those questions. He could only wait for Sunders and ask him.
There was no real wound where the women hurt him, but in several cases, he felt the itchiness was telling him that something was definitely wrong. When Angor tried to ask Greya about it in Barbie’s Restaurant, Sunders had barged in and interrupted him. Now Angor thought about it, maybe that was exactly what Sunders tried to do—to prevent his question. That might have something to do with why Sunders accepted him as a student.
Many things came about Angor’s mind. In the next moment, he remembered his brother Leon and his teacher Jon far away at the Old Earth. What were they doing now? Was his teacher well? Did his brother successfully inherit his title in Waterford?
By the way, Leon agreed to take him to the Ocean Theater in Waterford and join Master Megeve’s Solo Concert. He… might never have the chance again.