Though unable to directly understand the Treant’s thoughts, through the means of the Mother Tree, Angel somewhat comprehended the Treant’s psychological change.
However, the clearer he understood, the more strangely he felt.
He previously determined Greya certainly couldn’t obtain the Treant’s fruit. But if following the Treant’s mental trajectory, Greya actually had a bit of hope.
And the source of such a situation’s occurrence was surprisingly the mushroom he crafted for Greya!
Who would have thought that the mushroom’s toxin reaction eventually became Greya’s camouflage.
In the distance, Greya became somewhat clear-headed. Unable to satisfy her appetite, she was about to have an outburst, but upon hearing the Treant’s gentle tone, she paused momentarily, her eyes shifted, and she restrained her upcoming anger...
Watching Greya and the Treant’s relatively calm conversation, Angel silently thought: "..."
Judging by the current situation, there should be no need to worry about Greya for the time being.
Angel gave a deep look at the distant scenery before disappearing from where he stood.
As for whether Greya would get the golden fruit afterward, Angel couldn’t be bothered to care.
After disappearing from the forest, Angel didn’t continue overlooking the land but exited the Wilderness of Dreams and returned to reality.
Soon, Sanders and Rhein would travel across planes to the Tidal World. To avoid suspicion and not to affect other elemental creatures in the Green Forest Domain, Angel planned to temporarily leave and find a suitable place, preferably an unknown land, to open a Plane Corridor.
Opening his eyes, what met Angel’s eyes was the narrow space of the Vine House and the painting of Nami Midori gazing at the starry sky right in front of him.
Stretching, Angel stood up.
He glanced around; not far away, Nami Midori was hanging on a protruding vine, the pale transparent membrane shielding her golden eyes.
It seemed that Nami Midori hadn’t awakened yet; she was likely still communicating with the people in New City like Rhein.
Angel didn’t bother with Nami Midori and instead walked out by himself.
At the moment of pushing open the Vine House door, Angel saw a shadow fly onto his shoulder from the outside. It was Toby, who was bored playing outside.
Chatting with Toby, Angel flew down from the top of the Vine Tower, landing in the Lost Forest.
Leaving the Vine Tower, Nami Midori’s natural aura enveloped the Lost Forest completely.
This made the Lost Forest as tranquil as ever.
Not staying long in the Lost Forest, Angel directly left that pressure-covered place, and as soon as he stepped out, he heard a familiar laugh.
"Tired, tired, tired~~ Little Handy, what are you lamenting about again?"
"What Little Handy, you are Dangross, can you call me by my name, Alexander!"
"Dangross, you also got it wrong, it is Parry Mountains, not Alexander."
"Cubic! I don’t need you to teach me; I know it’s Alexander!"
A burst of angry scolding and frolics reached Angel’s ears just like that.
Angel bypassed the dry deadwood forest, followed the sound, and on an open piece of black soil, he saw those familiar little companions.
Having not seen them for several days, he found that Cubic seemed more lively than before. Is it because he wasn’t around, so Cubic didn’t have to deliberately be serious? Dangross looked no different than before, still noisy, but with a hint of melancholy in its eyes. Has something happened recently to sadden it? Or is Dangross homesick?
As for Lobal and Speedy, they haven’t changed. They were originally concealing themselves nearby, but as mature wind-element creatures, their perception far surpassed Cubic and Dangross. They detected Angel’s presence while he was still a hundred meters away and turned into a gust of wind, coming to Angel’s side.
They didn’t ask Angel why he hadn’t appeared for days but, as usual, Lobal quietly guarded nearby, while Speedy transformed into an invisible breeze, swirling around Angel’s feet.
The disappearance of Lobal and Speedy finally aroused the suspicion of the two little ones under the tree.
"Where did they go?" Dangross looked around doubtfully. Just earlier, Lobal and Speedy were creating a gentle breeze nearby, so where did they go now?
Cubic didn’t respond but closed its eyes, feeling the wind’s path.
After a moment’s silence, Dangross heard a disdainful sniff.
"Humph, where else would they go? Of course, they went to meet that untrustworthy person." The speaker was the only tree on the black soil, once the Gatekeeper of the Lost Forest, Parry Mountains.
Lately, they had been around Parry Mountains, so Dangross knew well who Parry Mountains’ tone targeted.
It was Angel!
A glint of brightness flashed in Dangross’s eyes, clearing away the shadow of melancholy on its face.
It couldn’t help but get up from Parry Mountains’ branch, looking around: "Where is he? I didn’t see him."
"Tired tired tired? Little Handy, are you excited to see that big liar?" Parry Mountains glanced sideways at Dangross standing on the branch.
Of course, Dangross wouldn’t admit: "Parry Mountains, don’t talk nonsense. I am excited to see Master Toby!"
Parry Mountains: "Heh, I see right through you, Little Handy."
Cubic: "Why do you suddenly remember Parry Mountains’ name, instead of calling it Alexander?"
Dangross: "... That’s not important."
Cubic, while conversing with Dangross, looked around, finally fixing its gaze in a particular direction.
Dangross followed Cubic’s gaze.
In the distance, a figure slowly emerged from the fog barrier.
Dangross immediately recognized the identity of the newcomer, a gleam of joy flashing in its eyes—it was indeed Angel!
Angel approached with a smile, greeting Dangross and Cubic.
Angel wasn’t aware of Dangross’s inner thoughts and casually exchanged a few pleasantries before turning his attention to Parry Mountains.
He had already learned from Lobal that shortly after his departure, Majesty Leaf had business and left too; since then, Parry Mountains had been accompanying them. Lobal and Speedy didn’t mind, but Parry Mountains’ company indeed made Dangross and Cubic more cheerful during this time.
"Thanks for your trouble these past few days," Angel said gratefully. After all, this group of little ones was brought here by him.
Parry Mountains gave a cold snort, which counted as a response. If Nami Midori didn’t value Angel so much, Parry Mountains wouldn’t even bother to snort.
Angel wasn’t too surprised by Parry Mountains’ indifference; after all, he had somewhat tricked Parry Mountains at first, using some means to meet Nami Midori, which had left Parry Mountains always holding a grudge.
Angel himself felt a bit apologetic, naturally resigning to Parry Mountains’ attitude.
After saying a few more words of gratitude, Parry Mountains finally spoke, though only with limited hmm-hmm-ah-ah responses.