Since Greya came herself, Angel no longer obstructed, stopped "AFKing," and gradually concealed himself in the air.
Thud thud thud—
Huge sounds echoed incessantly.
To Greya, it was the sound of her clamorous heartbeat.
To the Treant, it was the sound of an approaching formidable enemy, its eyes stained with dread as it looked to the source. Only to see a huge shadow, not smaller than itself, appearing in the distant woods, twisting wildly, crashing one giant tree after another, heading towards it.
"Who is it? Dream Plant Fairy? Or a creature of doom mentioned by the Mother Tree’s dream?" The Treant posed a defensive stance; at this moment, it didn’t have time to care about the surrounding strange creatures, a vigilant glint flashed through its golden tree eyes.
As the footsteps drew nearer, the Treant finally saw the true face of the gigantic shadow.
It seemed to be a Treant wearing a purple dress!
Treant!
Her figure was rounded and tall, as if nourished by the richest fertilizers; her skin layered, carrying the unique rugged texture of wood; her luminous eyes resembling the stars in the sky, and her flaming red lips...
The Treant was directly stunned, why there appeared a Treant here... and such a beautiful Treant at that.
Although it was certain the other was a Treant, from the other’s aura, it seemed to have characteristics of a "living creature." Just like those creatures appearing around, differing from the traits of the Dream Plant Fairy.
"Is she, like these peculiar creatures, just descended here?" The Treant pondered, while its eyes burned intently onto Greya.
Greya was completely unaware of the Treant’s psychological activities, nor did she expect, her skin turned dry and gray due to eating Angel’s mushrooms, was mistaken as bark, leading to a discrepancy in the Treant’s racial judgment of her.
At that moment, all of Greya’s attention was focused on the strange fragrance in the breeze, lightly yet stimulating her stomach’s juices.
Greya even closed her eyes, sprinting simply following the scent source. Her mouth constantly drooling, combined with her frenzied running posture, appeared alien.
Yet such an advancing giant, in the eyes of the Treant, was a rare beauty in the world. Every big stride Greya took towards it seemed to tread upon its budding heart, trembling, yet it couldn’t help but secretly rejoice.
Finally, Greya stopped in front of the Treant.
"Who, who are you? I mean, can you tell me your name?" A golden gleam flashed through the youthful eyes of the Treant.
But Greya paid no heed, still with eyes closed, taking deep breaths of the saliva-inducing scent in the air.
The Treant thought Greya couldn’t understand its words, so it switched to spiritual wave transmission. Through the Mother Tree node, the Treant had already learned from Dream Plant Fairies worldwide, that the language taught by the Mother Tree was unique to Dream Plant Fairies and generally incomprehensible by outsiders. But information relayed through spiritual power allowed Dream Plant Fairies to normally communicate with other creatures.
This time Greya did understand, but she didn’t care about the information at all. After confirming the source of the fragrance, she opened her eyes and directly ignored the Treant’s massive face, the purple light flowing in her beautiful eyes fixated on the golden fruit hanging from the branch.
This must be it, this golden fruit, causing her culinary intuition to crazily release signals of hunger.
Since becoming a True Knowledge Wizard, it was the first time Greya’s culinary intuition acted so crazily.
Enough to explain the preciousness of this golden fruit as a gourmet ingredient.
Golden fruit? Oh, Greya’s brain dominated by appetite suddenly cleared for a moment. It reminded her of the purpose of this visit, seemed it was for a golden apple.
This golden fruit’s appearance seemed to be a golden apple.
And as Lianna said, the golden apple came from a Treant. Treant? Greya couldn’t help but move her gaze a few meters down from the fruit, then she met a pair of emotion-complex eyes.
Indeed, a Treant!
In an instant, Greya’s mind flipped through various strategies, those she considered along the way, on how to deal with the Treant — verbal, threatening, even thieving.
However, before Greya could decide which one to use, the wondrous fragrance of the golden apple rushed over again.
Greya’s eyes once more appeared intoxicated, appetite reasserting control over her thoughts.
She couldn’t help but reach out her hand towards the golden apple...
Meanwhile, Angel, concealed on the side, witnessed everything happening before him. He was previously puzzled why Greya suddenly ran towards this direction, now the answer was clear, Greya came following the scent.
Not withstanding, Greya’s gourmet sense of smell was terrifying; although it’s only the body of Wilderness of Dreams, even using only low-level culinary Trick enhancement, Greya could accurately position the source of the golden fruit across a distance of dozens of miles.
No wonder she is the wizard with the most talent in the culinary path.
However, regardless of talent, to reach directly and pluck the Treant’s fruit like this, certainly invites resistance, right?
Not long ago, Angel, while AFKing through the Mother Tree’s essence, discovered some related content about the Treant among the Mother Tree’s collected information. Its most valuable asset is the golden fruit hanging from its branches.
According to descriptions by other Dream Plant Fairies, the golden fruit is to the Treant like a brow-scaled gem to a dragon or the enlightening horn to a Unicorn, even if you are a Dream Plant Fairy, showing covetousness for the fruit would provoke its thunderous wrath.
Hence, Angel judged, Greya would certainly face the Treant’s wrathful counterattack.
Angel was already secretly contemplating how to assist Greya.
In the distance, Greya’s aging and dry hand was less than a meter away from the golden fruit, the Treant realized Greya’s intention, and retreated several steps vigilantly.
Witnessing this, Angel’s heart also started to tense up, the next second surely the Treant would counterattack... Should he rescue directly, or manipulate the Mother Tree to influence the Treant’s thoughts?
Or manipulate the Mother Tree, through the will-linked Mother Tree node, to persuade the Treant.
Angel made up his mind and prepared to execute. Yet, surprisingly, the situation developed an unforeseen scenario.
"Do you wish for my fruit? I can’t give it to you now, but if you want it, we can get to know each other first, I at least need to know what you wish to do with the fruit?"
Angel, at this moment within the Mother Tree’s will, clearly heard the voice of the Treant.
Gentle, accommodating, with a touch of hopeful expectation.
How is this different from the information he collected earlier?
Angel, seeing the opposite side without any immediate sign of battle, pondered, puzzled, directly delved through the Mother Tree’s will into the Treant’s psyche.