You know, when he was still on the Bauhinia, he also encountered thunderstorms. But it never lasted that long, because the ship was dead and the man at the helm was alive. The ocean current is moving, the Bauhinia is sailing, and the range of thunderstorms is so large that it can leave the range of thunderstorms in a few minutes at most.
Now that he is above the cloud whale, the cloud whale has been flying without a moment's pause. For a full 7 hours, at the speed of a cloud whale, even a circle and a half around the Old Earth Continent is enough, but now it has not flown out of the range of the thundercloud! This made Angel very surprised.
How big is this thundercloud? Could it cover the entire Devil Sea? Angel felt unbelievable about his guesses. If it was as he expected, with such an exceedingly wide thundercloud, it would be comparable to the world-destroying thunder in the mythical story of the Golden Sparrow Empire.
But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation besides this answer.
Even if it is "The Thunder of Destruction", anyway, he is a mortal now, and there is a tall man on his back when the sky falls. With this thought, Angel is much relieved. But soon, Angel began to worry about Toby again.
"In such a thunderstorm, I don't know if Toby has returned to the tent." Although Toby was naughty and a bastard, after getting along for almost a month, Angel already took it to heart.
When Angel was thinking about things, the door of the library was suddenly knocked.
"Please come in." Angel put away the unease on his face and returned to his usual indifferent expression.
A black-robed man wearing a splendid totem mask walked in, gave Angel a half-salutation respectfully, and then said in an urn voice: "Master Pat, dinner is ready, my lord will let you go to dinner."
There are many such masked people in black robes on Cloud Whale, who seem to be servants received by Sanders. They are preparing the food Angel eats every day. After the food was delivered, they would leave. Angel didn't know where they lived or what they were doing. He couldn't even tell whether they were male or female under the mask.
"The instructor asked me to go to dinner?" Angel asked suspiciously.
The man in the black robe mask murmured yes, then stood aside and stretched out his hand in a "please" motion.
Angel nodded indifferently, and followed him away in a good manner. However, his heart is not as calm as his face. He usually dine alone. Why did Sanders invite him to dinner today...
Could it be that Sanders can't wait to know his options
Although Angel has decided to choose to go to the nightmare world, he believes in the phrase "plans can't keep up with changes". He originally planned to postpone the choice until the last day; in this case, during this period, if Sanders' attitude There are changes, and he still has time to mediate.
With mixed thoughts, Angel came to the dining hall.
It was the first time for Angel to come to this place. The floor was covered with a soft and warm carpet, the red walls were covered with oil paintings, and in the middle of the hall there was a circular dining table, and the light of the candles illuminated the dining room.
Of course, it's nothing compared to the Gold Lounge at Barbie's.
Sanders and Flora are already in place. Sanders is sitting in the main seat, wearing a black gentleman's suit, and is rolling a napkin into his chest pocket with his slender fingers. Flora sat on his right hand. Today, she was not wearing the signature bright red rose dress, but a dark purple lace tutu. She was cutting something with a knife. Xiaohong was still clinging to Flora's back. Seeing Angel entering the arena, Xiaohong also bent the ghost fire in her eyes into a crescent shape, and then slowly stretched out her bone arm and gave him a breast-stroking salute.
Angel smiled back to Xiaohong.
"This way." Sanders pointed to his left-hand side.
Angel came to the left position near Sanders, nodded slightly to Flora, and sat down just now.
Flora smiled back with a chuckle, and a monstrous hee-hee sounded around the dining room.
"Angol, if you are fine in the future, come here for dinner. Goode will lead you here." Sanders arranged the tableware in front of him and said to Angel.
Goode? Angel didn't react for a while, until Flora pointed to the man in the black robe, and he suddenly remembered that this man was still there.
It turned out that the name of the man in black robe was Good. Angel glanced at Goode curiously. His mask was all-inclusive. Not only could he not see his face, but he could not even see his eyes.
"Good is the leader of the dark shadow servants here, and is also the mentor's steward." Flora said: "Good's mask has a blood magic pattern intertwined with red and yellow in the center, but the other shadow servants do not have it, so you don't have to. Mistaken person~ Hee hee~"
Flora didn't say it, he really didn't notice that the mask totem of the man in black robe was different.
The food served is one serving per person. The main food is sweet corn and eggs, with seafood soup, and unknown grilled meat. Although the taste is not bad, what Angel misses most is the Chinese food made by Jon.
It's a pity, I can't eat it anymore... Just when he was slightly emotional, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a lot of recipes stored in the holographic tablet. With the recipe, maybe he can learn to cook himself, Angel thought.
No one spoke during the meal, and even Flora ate in a proper manner, maintaining a traditional and elegant table ceremony.
After the meal, no one spoke. The silence lasted almost ten minutes.
Angel looked at Sanders, who had a grim face, and then at Flora, who was immersed in her own world. His heart sank, and he thought to himself: Are they waiting for me to speak
What are you waiting for? Of course what choice is made!
Angel thought for a while, and even if it was delayed for ten days, he didn't want to make a choice.
In the end, Angel took the initiative to break the silence: "Teacher, I thought about it for a long time last night and decided to choose the third..."
Before Sanders could answer, Flora spoke first.
"The third type? What is the third type?" Flora's tone was suspicious, followed by a sly smile: "Hehe, are you doing an indescribable deal behind your back?"
Angel didn't understand Flora's words, but he was still stunned.
Sanders gave him three choices, doesn't Flora know? Didn't they just wait for me to speak? Is it just pure silence
Sure enough, Sanders' words once again proved that Angel had thought too much.
"Have you made a choice so soon? I reminded you to choose carefully." Sanders' eyebrows were raised, and his tone was a little suspicious.
Looking at Sanders' slightly dissatisfied expression, Angel wanted to cry without tears. He thought just now that they didn't speak, they were waiting for him to make a choice, but it turned out that he thought too much!
But since the words have already been said, Angel has to swallow his broken teeth.
So when Sanders asked, Angel nodded without hesitation.
"Well, this is my decision after careful consideration." Strange.
Sanders was silent for a moment, "Well, when I come back, I will start preparing to enter the nightmare world."
"Entering the Nightmare Realm?" Flora looked at Sanders in surprise, and then at Angel, "He?"
Sanders nodded, "That guide should lay a good foundation for him."
It turned out that entering the Nightmare Realm was for the guidance method. Flora was suddenly silent. She had followed Sanders for so many years, how could she not know what he was talking about.
Sanders has not successfully obtained the guidance method in the past two hundred years. How can Angel get it? Flora's mind turned and turned, and finally settled on Angel's talent.
Angel was able to take the red rose from Xiaohong. This is the "generating reality" unique to the nightmare world. Could it be that his talent allows him to "generate reality" 100%? Then this is too heaven-defying, the nightmare world is a world full of treasures!