Dangross agreed at the time but made one request to Angel, hoping that when the Mist Belt journey was concluded, Angel would answer one question for it.
Since Angel was previously occupied with studying the green pattern, he hadn’t had time to communicate with Dangross, so he took this opportunity to inquire about it.
Dangross hadn’t expected Angel to bring this up suddenly.
It seemed a bit caught off guard, falling into a daze.
Seeing that Dangross was silent for a long time, Angel asked in confusion, "What, you haven’t thought of your question yet?"
After a brief silence, Dangross finally said, "I’ve thought about it a long time ago."
"So what is your question? If you want Toby’s signed photograph, I can teach Toby to write right now~" Angel said with a smile.
Toby, however, rolled its eyes, annoyed, within Angel’s pocket, then quickly perked up its ears, also curious about what Dangross would ask.
Dangross hesitated for a moment: "Actually, I wanted to ask if you... you..."
Angel: "What about me?"
Dangross: "Will you take me..."
"Take you where? Go on?" Angel looked at Dangross strangely, wondering why it wouldn’t just ask a simple question.
"...Nothing." Dangross’ eyes tilted slightly upward: "I just wanted to ask, what is the Wilderness of Dreams?"
"Are you sure that’s what you want to ask?" Angel had a feeling that Dangross was hiding something.
Dangross nodded quickly: "Of course, I heard Mr. Pat say before to let Lord Toby go play in the Wilderness of Dreams. But Lord Toby was obviously sleeping... I’ve always wanted to know what kind of place the Wilderness of Dreams is."
Even Dangross believed what it said. However, although this question did puzzle it, whether it was its true inner question was another matter.
Angel gave Dangross a deep look but didn’t expose its deliberate cover-up tone, nodding: "I can answer this question for you. However, a simple answer might be hard to explain, so after we return, I’ll personally take you on a walk around the Wilderness of Dreams."
Dangross: "Alright, it’s a deal!"
Angel nodded.
Dangross then bent down, exhaling a long sigh, its eyes filled with both luck and an inexplicable regret.
...
Through the mirror surface, returning to the Mirror World.
Beside him, Dangross looked around at the changing surroundings with surprise, chattering and asking Angel various questions. For a moment, it seemed to Angel like he was seeing himself when he first entered the Mirror World.
Familiar questions, familiar excitement, familiar feelings, everything was so familiar, except for the absence of Lady Mirror, who was made of white mist.
Lady Mirror was still asleep, and it was uncertain whether she could wake up before the Tea Party.
While introducing the Mirror World to Dangross, Angel flew towards the direction of the Eternal Tree.
Although Dangross had previously seen the Tree Spirit, it had no idea that its true body was so large, and the rich natural aura even surpassed most of Tidal World’s wood territories.
In Dangross’s view, the only one whose natural aura could compare to the Tree Spirit was perhaps Lady Nami Midori.
Amid Dangross’s amazement, Angel brought it to the Spirit Tree Hall.
The moment Angel entered the Mirror World, the Tree Spirit had sensed his aura, so by the time he arrived at the Spirit Tree Hall, the Tree Spirit was already waiting in the hall.
Since Angel still used his red-haired and golden-eyed appearance, the staff in the hall did not recognize him, but seeing Lord Tree Spirit personally greeting him, they curiously speculated about Angel’s identity.
Under the curious eyes of the hall staff, the Tree Spirit led Angel into the depths of the Eternal Tree.
This was a space much larger than the Spirit Tree Hall.
The life aura here was even more intense than the outside world.
So intense that the life aura had transformed into liquid, forming a pool of pure white, dimly glowing lake at the center of the space.
This lake was the Life Pool where Lianna had long wanted to hold a sub-venue for the Tea Party.
And at this moment, above the Life Pool, there were densely hanging cocoons woven from wooden vines.
At a glance, there were at least thirty or forty of them.
Through the gaps in the vines, faint human figures could be seen inside the cocoons.
And the people bound by these wooden vine cocoons were the targets of Angel’s visit this time—the patients afflicted by the frenzy induced by Meina Varro’s whispers!