However, that’s a discussion for later. Right now, Angel is still within their investigation scope, and since they already have people heading towards the Barbarian Cave, it’s better for Angel to temporarily leave.
...
Angel didn’t know Lord Rhein’s sincere intentions. If he did, he’d probably be more moved and immediately fly to the Tidal World. He certainly didn’t want to deal with those lunatics who open the Seed channel at the slightest disagreement and pull people into the so-called "Divine Country."
After all, the Seed is an unsolvable disorderly object. Even if it affects him at the edges, he’d cry his heart out.
Angel is currently leaving Illusion Demon Island.
Greya, with Toby, is right behind him, preparing to send him off.
"You should have heard what I just said through Lord Tree Spirit." Greya walked while gnawing at her left hand.
The scene was so bizarre that Angel could only turn his head away: "I heard."
"You brought me back from the brink of madness, and I remember that favor." Greya shrugged: "But, I owe you so many favors already, tangled and never-ending. Owing one more or one less makes no difference."
"You certainly have... a carefree attitude." Angel internally thought: Are you trying to be a perpetual debtor?
Greya: "It’s not about being carefree. We’re practically tied on the same boat now. More or less doesn’t matter anymore. As long as you have a need for me, I will help you without hesitation, even without limits."
"I never do anything without limits."
Greya: "I’m just saying, plus, my words earlier were just prelude. I’m just saying that owing you so much already, one more won’t matter."
Angel looked at Greya in confusion: "What are you up to?"
Greya didn’t speak. Instead, she mysteriously handed her left hand to Angel: "Take a bite, just a bite."
Angel quickly backed away.
Greya’s left hand is now a clean white bread stick, transformed directly from flesh during her battle with Darvasia.
When Angel first saw Greya, she kept taking bites occasionally, making his stomach churn.
Even though it’s bread now, it’s still your hand, isn’t it? How can you bear to eat it? And share it with others?
Greya: "It really tastes good. If you’re doubtful, Toby!"
Toby chirped, flew down from Greya’s shoulder, and naturally began eating the left hand bread, devouring it so fast that half was gone in seconds.
Greya quickly halted him: "Stop it. If you keep eating, it will take a day to restore. My research on it can’t wait a whole day."
Yes, Greya’s bread hand can restore. After being eaten, it automatically regenerates, consuming Greya’s own energy and blood.
Which means, as long as Greya has abundant energy and blood, the bread hand never runs out.
"Toby, tell Angel if it’s good or not!"
Toby nodded enthusiastically at Angel, chirping excitedly and flapping his wings to suggest that Angel should try it.
Angel still shook his head, unable to get past this hurdle. No matter how it’s transformed, it’s still flesh.
"Is there any downside for others eating it?"
Greya: "Rest assured, there are no side effects—only benefits. Otherwise, why would Toby eat it so happily?"
"What benefits?"
"You’ll know once you try it." Greya stretched her hand to Angel.
The soft bread hand exuded a rich aroma, with a hint of orange fragrance, like a bread with an orange heart.
Angel swallowed, feeling tempted.
But ultimately, he righteously refused Greya’s temptation. He really did not want to eat someone else’s hand, and Darvasia’s powers might harbor risks that aren’t apparent now but can’t be dismissed lightly.
"If you don’t want to eat, fine." Greya: "However, I need you to do me a favor."
Angel: "What favor?"
Greya was about to speak when a figure suddenly flashed across the sky of Illusion Demon Island.
The figure descended slowly, without triggering the island’s restrictions.
Because it was Tree Spirit who had arrived.
Barbarian Cave’s three Ancestral Spirits are unimpeded in the Mirror World unless blocked by extremely special magical energy arrays.
"Lord Tree Spirit, why have you come?" Angel asked in puzzlement.
Tree Spirit gently handed an oil-paper letter to Angel: "This was written by Esos himself. When the time comes, give it to his disciple. The person will understand. The disciple’s location is marked on the envelope, find it yourself then."
"By the way, Esos mentioned that his disciple isn’t one to sit still, often traveling without notice. They may still be at the marked location, but if you arrive late, they might’ve left."
"So it’s best you prepare to leave now."
Angel frowned: "Is it that urgent?"
Tree Spirit: "It’s not about urgency; you could rest for a few days and gamble on whether they’ve left."
With Tree Spirit saying this, Angel couldn’t possibly gamble with idle time.
"Alright then, I’ll bid Regina farewell after leaving the Mirror World and head over."
Tree Spirit: "Do you think the Mushroom Witch engrossed in her research has time to bother with you? This task won’t take long. You’ll likely finish before she’s done. Don’t worry about it there; my avatar is present."
Angel thought for a moment and agreed: "Alright then, I’ll leave now."
As Angel spoke, he glanced at the envelope to confirm Esos’s disciple’s current location.
——Laksum Principality, Sandworm Market.