Without Flora’s hint, Angor would not have noticed the difference between Goode’s mask and those of the other servants.
The meal was served in individual shares, with sweet corn and egg as the main dish, sided with seafood stew and roasted meat of some unknown creature. The taste was good, but Angor still missed Jon’s Chinese cooking.
He would not enjoy them again any time soon… Angor felt sad in his mind. Then he recalled seeing many recipes in his tablet. With those, maybe he could try to cook them himself?
Everyone ate in silence. Even Flora maintained her table manner.
After they were finished, no one spoke. The embarrassing quietness lasted for another ten minutes.
Angor glimpsed at Sunders, who was wearing his usual cold look, then at Flora, who had been thinking about her own business. Angor felt his heart shaking.
Maybe they are waiting for me to speak first?
But what could he say? His final choice, of course.
Angor hesitated. Well, he had to give them an answer in ten days anyway.
In the end, Angor chose to break the silence, “Teacher, I’ve been thinking in the last night, and I’ll choose the third…”
Before Sunders could reply, Flora spoke first.
“Third? What third?” She sounded puzzled. Then she followed by another eerie giggle, “Heehee. Are you doing some shady business in private?”
Angor did not quite understand Flora.
She did not know about the options Sunders gave him? Then what was with the silence? They were not waiting for anything?
Sunders’ response confirmed Angor’s idea.
“Made up your mind so soon? I warned you to think carefully,” Sunders raised an eyebrow and spoke doubtfully.
Seeing how Sunders was a little unsatisfied, Angor felt like crying. He thought they were waiting for his answer. So it was not the case at all!
Well, he already spoke that out, now he must go with it.
Angor looked at Sunders and nodded firmly. “Yes. I’ve thought this through,”
Psh. As if.
Sunders paused for a moment.
“Okay then. Wait for me to come back, and I shall prepare to enter the Nightmare Realm.”
“To the Nightmare Realm?” said Flora. She looked between Sunders and Angor with widened eyes. “Him?!”
Sunders nodded. “That channeling method book should give him a good starting point.”
So he wanted to go to the Nightmare Realm for the book…
Flora remained silent. She had been following Sunders for years, so she knew what he was planning.
How could Angor obtain something when Sunders spent nearly 200 years and failed?
Flora pondered. She finally focused her guess on Angor’s talent.
Angor managed to take the rose from Little Red. That was the “create truth” phenomenon which was unique to the Nightmare Realm. Maybe the boy’s talent was “creating truth” with a hundred percent chance? That would be awesome. The Nightmare Realm was full of treasures!