Chapter 812 - A Lingering Soul
Again, Angor looked at the girl herself and noticed that she wasn’t surprised to see intruders coming at all.
“Sunny, is it? Who locked you up, and when did it happen?” Angor looked her in the eyes.
Sunny sneered but didn’t say anything.
Angor looked at the boy beside him, who was anxious to help Sunny but couldn’t get inside the area of the blood markings.
“You said that Sunny hadn’t left here for several months. Which means…”
“Yeah.” The boy nodded. “She was fine half a year ago.”
“You didn’t see how this occurred?”
“No. Sunny won’t allow me to get close to this place…” The boy lowered his head.
“Keep using your soul like that and you’re going to lose it for real.” Angor spared a stream of gentle soul energy to forcefully soothe Sunny’s rage. “The item in the workbench has a particular effect of pulling you into sweet dreams. But someone came and took it from you half a year ago. Ever since then, you have been struggling in this prison. You can’t get out, and you can’t have those dreams again. Any ordinary soul so desperate would have given in to the dark energy around them and end up as an undead already. Yet you haven’t… because something has been keeping you fine. Something that gives you hope.” Angor smiled.
“You know that item isn’t going to come back, so you can’t possibly depend on more nice dreams. There’s something else, or someone. There was a man who made these dreams for you, is it not?”
Sunny remained silent this time, for she just remembered a figure—a young man who constantly had a pair of dark circles around his eyes, who was the only one beside Alda that gave her care and love during her shortened life.
“Still not willing to talk?” Angor continued. “You think I’m with the guy who took your treasure and locked you up?”
No response.
Angor just used a small word trick to find out whether it was the same person who built the blood prison AND retrieved the Dream Whelk. It seemed he just got an answer.
“Will you believe me if I tell you that I’m not on their team?”
Again, no reply.
“Fine. You’re not going to listen to me anyway. How about letting the man always on your mind talk to you instead?”
Sunny was briefly surprised by this before she scoffed in disbelief.
Angor freed Freud from his Church of the Deceased. By now, he was almost sure that Sunny knew Freud.
By some coincidence, Freud appeared right behind Tulu. When Angor, Sunny, and Alda all looked at the extra man in the room, Tulu was still wondering why everybody was giving him strange looks.
Tulu suddenly felt something freezing touching his back before he heard an unemotional voice that chilled him to the bones.
“Move it, mortal. You’re in my way.”