"The other party is an Angel in the domain of the mind. No malice can escape His eyes, and there is no need for traps either, because all He needs to do is flap His wings slightly to unleash a terrifying Mind Storm."
"You do not need to worry too much about the Ancient Dragon's malice either. If He truly bore ill will, you would have gone mad the moment you saw Him."
After a pause, he added, "As long as there is no danger, Ancient Dragons are actually quite easy to talk to."
"Why?" Audrey asked curiously.
She remembered that in the myths and legends of the City of Silver brought by Mr. Sun, dragons were also synonymous with brutality and cruelty.
Cyril leaned back slightly and said in a drawn-out tone, "Because those Great Dragons with bad tempers and vicious natures did not live to the present day."
"From the Third Epoch until now, the surviving dragons have lived in hiding. The rough edges they developed during the Second Epoch have long been worn away, and Ancient Dragons are no exception."
The corners of Audrey's lips, which had been slightly raised, stiffened for a moment. She felt like laughing, but it did not seem very moral.
Mr. Fate actually told jokes with this kind of dark humor. He and Mr. World really were polar opposites. How had they become friends?
A scene suddenly surfaced in Audrey's mind: Mr. Fate constantly telling jokes while Mr. World desperately tried to suppress the corners of his mouth.
After giving her head a slight shake to dispel the image, she said seriously, "Mr. Fate, if you have a way to enter the Collective Unconscious Sea or dreams, and can ensure our safety, I can take you to that Collective Unconscious Sea."
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