At this moment, Audrey even suspected that " Fate's arrangement" was not to send her to Hedrak Village to investigate the Dragon worship custom, but rather to make her realize that something was wrong, thus creating resistance. She then used her " Virtual Persona " ability in the area around Hedrak Village to subtly guide her two brothers to change their minds without them realizing it. This led the Mind Dragon to discover the special consciousness related to the " City of Miracles " of Liveseyd, which lured it here.
Even from the perspective of the one being arranged, Audrey couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. It must be said that to achieve such an effect, one must have an extremely high level of insight into human nature and a grasp of the different reactions of different people, a level that would instill fear in people just by thinking about it.
It's important to understand that Audrey, the Sequence 4 " Manipulator," felt at the time that things were unfolding as she expected and completely fulfilled her hopes, without the slightest suspicion.
The Mind Dragon retracted its outstretched membranous wings and looked down at Audrey was draped in a blue cloak, saying:
"This is Dream Labyrinth pieced together by many minds. Even if the one who set the trap were to descend upon this place, it would take them some time to find this room, and I will not linger here for long."
Clearly, He wasn't unprepared for the trap; He simply believed that something was worth the great risk.
Dream Labyrinth... Is this an extraordinary ability of the " Dreamweaver," or rather, an ability that has undergone a qualitative change? Audrey collected her thoughts and asked calmly:
What do you want to know?
The enormous, greyish- Dragon with its massive scales hummed as it spoke:
"My name is Arihogg, one of the three remaining ancient dragons."
Does He mean that He is one of the three Dragon that survived from the Second Age, and that the various Dragon that are now few in number are merely descendants of those Dragon from the Age of the Ancient Gods? Audrey nodded slightly, not interrupting him.
Behind her, in the wilderness overgrown with dark green weeds, a wooden door stood there without any support, looking extremely strange.
Arihogg wasted no time either, introducing himself briefly before asking:
Where did you find Liveseyd?
Audrey was prepared and answered calmly:
"A book called ' The Groselle's Travels ' says that it was made by the Dragon King Ankewelt himself."
" Groselle..." Arihogg clearly hadn't heard the name before, and after repeating it, he pressed, "What kind of book is it?"
Audrey, with her long, flowing blonde hair, described it simply:
"That book contains a near-real world, and it can absorb eligible individuals or those who donate their blood into the book, allowing them to live in that world."
Arihogg paused for two seconds and then said:
Does that book's world contain Sea of Collective Subconscious?
"Yes," Audrey answered with absolute certainty, "The ' City of Miracles,' Liveseyd, that I saw Sea of Collective Subconscious of the world in the book."
Arihogg's breathing suddenly became a little heavier:
"What did you see in that Liveseyd?"
Audrey thought for a moment and said:
A city filled with giant pillars, and magnificent palaces.
"Furthermore, I entered the Dragon King's abode, where the inner voice of every living being can resonate directly within. I call it the ' Hall of Honesty '."
"At the far end of the ' Hall of Honesty,' behind the Dragon King's throne, lies an ancient and mysterious bronze door. What it seals is unknown, but it is extremely dangerous; I dare not approach it."
Audrey was telling the complete truth, except she didn't mention Mr. World, Mr. The Star, or her own speculations.
The ancient dragon Arihogg, fell completely silent, whether recalling something or analyzing Liveseyd's current situation, it was unclear.
During this process, His head gradually drooped downwards, as if He were about to plunge from the top of the hundred-meter-tall pillar to the ground.
Just as Audrey was becoming even more tense from the slightly eerie scene and was about to ask a question, Arihogg suddenly raised his head.
His pale gold vertical eyes grew even colder, and his voice echoed once more across the wilderness:
" Liveseyd..."
Amidst a thunderous boom, the things hidden in the darkness behind Arihogg quickly became clear, their outlines emerging in the gradually brightening scene:
Those were massive stone pillars, tens or even hundreds of meters high, some standing alone, others supporting magnificent yet ancient palaces.
These stone pillars and palaces, predominantly gray and white, sit on an island-like foundation, exactly like the " City of Miracles " Liveseyd that Audrey had just described.
No, this seems to be the " City of Miracles," Liveseyd.
Only then did Audrey realize that the ancient Mind Dragon Arihogg was perched atop the tallest and thickest stone pillar in Liveseyd.
At that moment, she vaguely sensed that Arihogg had undergone some subtle changes.
As her emerald eyes shifted slightly, the sound of a metal handle being turned suddenly came from behind her.
This... Audrey resisted the urge to suddenly turn around, and cautiously turned her body to the side, letting her gaze drift away.
The lonely wooden door, stripped of all external support, slowly slid open, revealing the visitor:
A huge, white rabbit with twitching ears, walking upright.
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace, a figure shrouded in gray mist sat at the head of the mottled long table in the " The Fool's " position, silently gazing at the deep red star that represented " Justice ".
Backlund, West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.
With the two-week deadline fast approaching, Wendel began to experience insomnia and had to rely on medication to fall asleep.
After waking up, he was restless and extremely anxious, completely losing interest in food. He only forced himself to eat the three meals his colleagues brought him in order to maintain his energy.
He had no idea what would happen after the court deadline, nor could he predict whether there would be any irreversible changes in himself.
This fear of the unknown often made him feel suffocated, causing him great torment.
Sometimes, Wendel even wondered if resisting returning to Utopia was not a wise choice.
Based on his limited experience there, if he honestly returns to Utopia and testifies for Trissy in court, there is a good chance he will be able to leave safely afterward.
So far, at least, Wendel has not heard of anyone dying or going insane Utopia; the people there are rather strange, but quite kind.
I was just there to help; they should be grateful to me, not attack me... The more Wendel thought about it, the more comfortable he felt that facing the danger might be more pleasant than enduring the torment here.
Of course, he had no doubt about the security capabilities of Military Intelligence Section 9 headquarters; if even that wasn't enough, he felt he could only consider meeting the " Lord of Storms " as soon as possible.
Whew... Wendel let out a breath, sat down in a chair, and casually picked up a novel, hoping to pass the time.
But his agitated mood prevented him from getting into the story. He turned the pages more and more frequently, and finally slammed the book shut.
He then closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap.
In a daze, Wendel seemed to have returned to Utopia and arrived in a courtroom, but his role was not that of a witness, but rather that of Spectator.
He saw Trissy being transferred to criminal court after the Judge ruled that she did not have sufficient evidence to justify excessive self-defense. He saw the young lady crying in a daze, her smile extremely poignant.
Wendel woke up abruptly, staring silently at the gas lamp in front of him, remaining motionless for a long time.
If the problem lies with Utopia, not Utopia inhabitants, then my escape might kill a poor young lady... Wendel looked away, slightly hesitant, but unable to overcome his inner fear.
He propped himself up on the table, stood up, and walked towards the door, intending to stroll around the headquarters of Military Intelligence Section 9 to calm his nerves.
After leaving the room and walking a few steps down the corridor, Wendel suddenly overheard colleagues in the next office discussing a case related to Utopia:
"Have you heard? The last person to enter Utopia was a coachman. He was taking a businessman from Utopia to the Dock Borough, and after only turning two streets, he found the surroundings unfamiliar."
"It's necessary to remind all the coachmen in Backlund, well, it's best to equate Utopia with espionage, so they can understand."
"The way to enter and leave Utopia [00kanshu. com] is truly terrifying."
"Yes, sometimes I even doubt that the entrance to Utopia can appear anywhere."
"There are definitely limitations; it's not as omnipotent as we imagine... Otherwise, I would have found myself in Utopia just by going to the restroom."
"Based on the patterns observed so far, this is theoretically sound."
Wendel felt a slight throbbing in his forehead veins and suddenly realized that even at Military Intelligence Section 9 headquarters, he wasn't entirely safe.
Unless a Demigod is watching me all the time, I can hardly avoid the Fate of returning to Utopia. Perhaps, after I wash my hands and open the bathroom door, I will find the " Iris " Hotel in Utopia outside... No, even an ordinary Demigod might not be able to stop this. This is simply not something a human could accomplish; it is incredibly close to being divine... Wendel was instantly panicked and could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.
Following the sudden surge of hope that had gripped his mind, he returned to his room and retrieved the document from the Utopia Court from his drawer.
Immediately afterwards, Wendel entered the washroom, clutching the document as he whispered anxiously:
I am willing to testify in court.
I am willing to testify in court.
After trying several times, he finally reached out and grasped the handle of the bathroom door.
At that moment, a jet-black crow, like a ghostly shadow, flew in through the skylight and landed in a neglected corner of the washroom.
The next second, Wendel turned the handle, pulled it back, and opened the bathroom door.
What appeared before him was no longer the familiar bedroom, but an unfamiliar hall.
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