Parry Mountains and Leaf Groot, at this moment, also recognized the sincerity of Rhein.
Through the Witch’s Confession, they engaged in conversation once more.
On the basis of mutual trust established by the Witch’s Confession, their discussions were quite pleasant, although there were occasional odd psychological activities, but they were harmless... The only one who felt a little hurt was Angel.
Yes, it was Angel.
The matter begins with their renewed conversation.
"I agree with this. — Although I don’t really want to agree, I have to face the disparity in strength, human Wizards are still stronger than Elemental Creatures. It’s so annoying, if only Angel, that little trickster, hadn’t entered the Tidal World."
This was an inner thought of Parry Mountains under the Witch’s Confession, fully exposed to everyone present.
At first, Parry Mountains felt a bit embarrassed about cursing Angel in front of them.
But later, Parry Mountains was surprised to find that Sanders and Rhein across from him seemed to have no reaction to this, and even the following occurred:
"I know. — What did Angel do again to become unwelcome? Hah, let him be, serves him right." This was Sanders’ voice.
Parry Mountains knew Sanders was Angel’s Mentor, and even Sanders was complaining about Angel in his psychological activities, so the slight embarrassment immediately vanished.
After that, their discussions, in terms of questions and answers on the surface, were normal. But the underlying psychological activities all pointed at Angel.
Especially Parry Mountains, who essentially criticized Angel from head to toe.
Through this series of criticisms, others also understood what exactly Angel did to anger Parry Mountains.
Although, to Rhein and Sanders, Angel’s method to lure out Nami Midori wasn’t a big issue, they were happy enough to see Angel’s rare embarrassed expression.
They didn’t say it out loud, but their psychological activities didn’t lie.
And Angel, at the center of the vortex, wanted to argue something, but it was futile. Because Parry Mountains could easily say, "I didn’t say anything, those were just my inner thoughts, can’t I even think?"
Thinking is acceptable! But not within the "Witch’s Confession"!
Angel, previously having slightly lost his prestige due to unimportant psychological activities, felt embarrassed to comment, and could only silently retreat beyond the mysterious light shield’s range.
Hear no evil, see no evil.
Apart from Angel’s topic, with a foundation of mutual trust, everyone was more sincere in this conversation. Although there were some differences in the details, because they could see each other’s bottom lines, it wasn’t enough to cause endless disputes.
However, this conversation was merely a test, the real talk would have to wait for Rhein to go to the Fire Territory in the future and confer with all the Monarchs and the Sage.
Because the matter of the Tidal World is relatively complex, and the Tidal World itself is also geopolitically vast, each place requires analysis, this conversation lasted an entire day.
Until Angel sensed Nami Midori logged out from the Wilderness of Dreams, their talk was temporarily halted.
Yes, it was a temporary stop. And this "temporary" didn’t pause for long because after more than ten minutes, Nami Midori wandered out from the depths of the Lost Forest and joined the conversation.
With Nami Midori’s participation, the discussion shifted from its previous casualness to becoming more solemn.
Because Nami Midori, being the strongest in the current Tidal World, its words could very likely influence the final resolution of the future conference.
...
In the Tidal World, with the arrival of Rhein and Sanders, it gradually began to show a different atmosphere.
And this day, will surely affect the structure of the Southern Domain Wizard World in the future.
But all of this has little impact on ordinary people because their distance from the world of the Transcendent is far too vast.
White Goose Cry Sand Island, the name breaks into White Goose Cry, Sand Island.
It covers an area of over 20,000 square kilometers and is an inconspicuous island among the Sitha Maya Archipelago because the largest lake on the island resembles a white goose raising its neck and crying, thus it was named White Goose Cry. The inland regions where life is sustainable are scarce, with sandy areas predominating, hence it’s a veritable Sand Island.
On this inconspicuous island, there is a town named White Goose Town, named for its proximity to Goose Cry Lake.
The young Bruiser lived in White Goose Town.
However, the place where he lived is in the southwest corner of White Goose Town, in the slum... in the junkyard.
In a somewhat dark, broken Ironsheet House, Bruiser stood with one foot on a wooden flowerpot without flowers, biting a roll of gauze in his mouth, wrapping his right hand continuously.
On the palm of his right hand, there was a pink lump the size of a peach pit. He was born with it, before Old Jason was beaten to death over food, he once took him to see a Doctor and inquired about the lump’s condition, the Doctor said it was a birth defect.
Because he was born in the junkyard, and due to the nearby coal furnace plants, some people here are born with deformities.
Bruiser was relatively lucky, his lump wasn’t considered large, unlike Old Jason’s son, who as a baby had a belly as big as a ball, and didn’t even survive for a year. But this was fortunate for Bruiser, as Old Jason adopted him after losing his son, finding Bruiser abandoned in the junkyard at the time.
Living aimlessly, Bruiser grew up under Old Jason’s rough care, until twelve years later when Old Jason was beaten to death.
Old Jason, though generally rugged, taught Bruiser the ways of survival and even taught him to read, though he himself wasn’t sure why Old Jason was literate, considering that literate people were rare in White Goose Town.
"Sigh." Reflecting on Old Jason’s death two years ago, Bruiser felt somewhat downcast, and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, though wrapping the gauze didn’t cease.
The lump on his palm didn’t usually affect his life much, but it spoiled his appearance and hindered him in fights — growing up in a junkyard, if you don’t learn to fight, you can’t seize useful materials from other scavengers.
Therefore, for convenience, Bruiser wrapped his right hand tightly with gauze.
Only, this roll of gauze picked from the hospital trash bin, which was originally unopened, had an awkward length.
Having finished wrapping his palm, a long piece still remained outside.
This protruding piece, if called long, wasn’t long enough to cut and rewrap the palm; if called short, it was quite a bit extra.
This left Bruiser pondering whether to cut it off?
After thinking it over, Bruiser decided against it, considering that plenty of gauze could be picked from the hospital trash bin. As for the extra piece, Bruiser simply wrapped it around his slender right forearm.