Moreover, even Sumishe could sense it directly, which was enough to illustrate the astonishingly high compatibility of the individual.
"Is it someone with a high compatibility with Authority?" Sanders obviously thought of this as well and turned to look in the direction Sumishe was pointing: "That direction... seems like it’s towards the Mother Tree?"
Currently, there are three cities in the Wilderness of Dreams. Originheart City is mostly inhabited by the indigenous people of the Dream Realm, the New City is still under construction and will become the City of Wizards in the future, and the third, barely qualifying as a city, is the Dream Plant Fairies’ gathering place near the Mother Tree. These three cities are situated in three distinctly different directions.
Originally, Sanders thought it might be someone from Originheart City or the New City, but now it seems more likely to be a Dream Plant Fairy?
Can Dream Plant Fairies also bear the Authority?
While Sanders pondered silently, on the other side, Frode briefly explained the issue of Authority compatibility to Sumishe, who was surprised after hearing it: "So, someone in that direction can also bear my Membrane of Rhythm Authority?"
"You could say that."
"Why does it feel like everyone can use this Authority..." Sumishe mumbled softly and then asked, "So who could it be?"
"Since it’s towards the Mother Tree, it should be a Dream Plant Fairy?" Frode paused, "If it’s a Dream Plant Fairy, then it doesn’t matter."
Because key Authorities like the Membrane of Rhythm could never be relegated to Dream Plant Fairies.
Just like Flafiel back then, she had a high compatibility with the Authority of ’Tree Civilization,’ but as a key Authority vital to the development of the entire Wilderness of Dreams, Angel wouldn’t arbitrarily subdelegate that Authority to her.
It’s even less likely for Dream Plant Fairies.
However, not long after Frode finished speaking, Angel’s voice came through.
"It’s not the Dream Plant Fairies." Angel exited the observation of the Ability Tree and opened his eyes.
"If it’s not the Dream Plant Fairies, then who is it?"
In response to everyone’s curious gaze, Angel did not immediately provide an answer but gave a mysterious smile, "How about I take you to check it out?"
Though Angel didn’t divulge the information, from what he said, everyone sensed that the individual might be someone they were acquainted with.
"Then let’s go have a look," Rhein decisively said, and naturally, no one objected.
All their figures disappeared simultaneously, and soon they re-entered the Wilderness of Dreams. The location this time was a lush and verdant forest, far from the mist-filled wilderness.
The trees around were much taller than those usually seen, their dense leaves and branches hiding much of the sunlight. The entire forest felt gloomy and damp; beyond that, what everyone felt most was the silence.
"Though we’re still far from the Mother Tree, this direction should be the area the Mother Tree focuses on, so why can’t we see any Dream Plant Fairies?" Frode curiously turned his head; the surroundings were indeed extremely quiet, with no sign of Dream Plant Fairies.
"It is indeed a bit quiet," Rhein added.
But just as Rhein finished speaking, a sound shattered the forest’s tranquility.
The sound was faint at first, difficult to discern, so everyone followed its source. The closer they got, the clearer the sound became.
Gurgle—Gurgle—Crunch—Crunch
After walking about dozens of meters, they clearly heard the details of the sound.
"This sound, why does it seem like a beast is..." Frode hesitated for a moment, finally uttering the word stuck in his throat: "chewing food."
The "gurgle" sounded like the sticky noise of saliva, while the "crunch" was like the crisp sound of breaking something hard.
Frode’s comment seemed to remind Rhein of something, and he looked at Angel.
He noticed Angel and Sanders exchanging glances. Sanders, with the Authority to sense energy, clearly knew something and was now confirming an answer with Angel.
Angel nodded slightly and led everyone forward.
Moving past a towering tree and further in, they saw a giant mound of flesh covered with purple gauze, twisting and turning towards them.
In front of this purple mound of flesh, there was a curl of smoke rising, as if from a fire. But the mound of flesh was so massive, it blocked everyone’s view.
"What, what is this?!" Sumishe exclaimed in surprise.
Sumishe’s shout seemed to catch the attention of the mound of flesh in front. "It" slowly turned around, revealing a face that was disproportionately large.
Big wavy hair, heavily made-up, fiery red lips.
But at this moment, the lips gleamed with oil, and the corners of the mouth had a trace of glistening saliva trickling down.
"Greya!" Sumishe immediately recalled a name upon seeing this face.
This massive and flavorful "Great Demon King" of flesh was none other than "Barbie Kong" Greya!
And Sumishe realized that the purple mound of flesh he saw earlier wasn’t some alien monster, but Greya’s rear end.
Greya: "Are you... Sumishe? Huh, what brings you all here?"
Greya had been bending over, and as she spoke, she stood up, towering like a mountain of flesh, as tall as the nearby trees.
Taking advantage of Greya’s standing-up gap, everyone could see the smoking object in front of her.
It was a campfire, with a pot over it simmering an odd broth, filled with tree branches. The ’crunch’ sound they heard earlier came from the branches breaking.
Beside the pot were various seasonings and some petals.
"Greya, what are you doing?" Rhein curiously looked toward the pot.
Greya gestured to a spot next to the campfire: "Since you’re all here just in time, sit down and eat with me. I’ve just cooked a pot of soup."
Greya’s gourmet invitation was a priceless opportunity in the outside world, and they couldn’t refuse, even if they didn’t know what the soup was made of.
After sitting around the campfire, Greya briefly introduced the soup.
This soup contained various rare flowers and herbs she had collected along the way, and after determining their functions through experimentation, she brewed this herbal-flower soup.