Chapter 880 - Miya
Angor went to the abandoned orphanage and saw the “Dead by Daylight” illusion running.
“They got more recruits?”
This was soon proved when he heard someone shrieking loudly from the main building. Upon closer look, he saw a team of ten people running around inside a bloodstained room while yelling at each other.
It wasn’t time for the game to start yet. None of the illusionary monsters were moving, and Sunny was being a nice little girl together with Freud. It seemed the recruits were scaring themselves.
A woman with gray hair, who had been talking to Freud in the basement, frowned upon hearing the noises.
“Such a bunch of cowards. Sorry I have to let you see them, Mister Freud.”
Freud looked a bit flustered even though the woman was being very polite to him. “They’re still mortals, so this is to be expected. A few days and they’ll do much better, I believe. See that black-haired young man? He’s pretty good already.”
“I found him in a dungeon by accident. I think he’s the victim of a grieving civil war, who saw his whole family murdered by crafty politicians, so he developed a strong mind at a young age. Buuut he’s not THAT good yet. Just look at his trembling legs.”
Later, Angor heard that Freud did reach an agreement with Miya. It seemed Miya would bring more talents to the illusion and pay Freud magic crystals for using it.
The price was pretty low, but it was still a considerable income for Freud, who didn’t have many ways of making money right now.
Angor took several more days in the dream of the apartment house, and day by day, he could feel the nightmare ambiance getting stronger. This meant the “dream wasteland” was indeed a special Nightmare Domain.
His hologram tablet suddenly beeped. The device had determined the cantrip model of Dream Enkindle.