Chapter 339 - Totally Innocent… and Empty
“Tell me your name. Surely you remember that much?” Angor asked.
“Tell me your name. Surely you remember that much,” the man repeated joyfully and waited for Angor to praise him.
“Stop copying me! Did you really forget everything or are you playing dumb?”
“Stop copying me! Did you really forget everything or are you playing dumb?”
The coffin man repeated those words very smoothly.
Angor facepalmed. Jon taught him both western and eastern medicine, but most of the modern knowledge he learned was about dealing with external wounds or simple diseases. He knew about amnesia too. Many such cases were caused by mental trauma, or sometimes, it could be caused by brain damage. Apart from physical damage, passive amnesia was usually due to the brain’s self-protection which helped the victim to actively forget about the memories that caused them harm.
Angor had nothing to look into the coffin man’s brain at the moment, and it was not like he knew how to diagnose his condition. Angor might have learned a lot of theories, yet he had nearly zero practical experience.
With both of their stomachs fed, Angor prepared to resume his travel.
As for the coffin man…
Angor considered and decided to take him along. A man in such a condition would meet a quick death in this deep forest on his own.
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Angor kept groaning in distress along the way. Previously, he hoped that this coffin man could answer his questions. Now he got himself a huge burden instead.
He silently decided that he would drop the man somewhere as soon as he found civilization.
Angor kept trying to trigger the man’s memory while walking. He even used the extreme approach of presenting Pocratee’s destruction in front of the coffin man’s eyes in the most brutal way.
And it didn’t work well. Angor didn’t really see how Pocratee was ruined, and he mostly based his illusion on what happened in Twilight Well.
Until he placed the parasites and rainbow dragonflies in the illusion.
The coffin man then began to hesitate. While Angor waited for a result eagerly, the man collapsed.
When the coffin man woke up again, he had forgotten everything he saw. And when Angor brought up the dragonflies again, the man didn’t react at all.
“I overdid it and caused the opposite result?” Angor rubbed his temples and gave up on the “violent” means of restoring one’s memory. Actually, all the books he read about strongly suggested against using such a method.
Angor had lost interest in looking into the coffin man’s past. It wasn’t important anyway. Forgetting painful events was probably the better choice.
Angor began to talk about random daily topics with the man, even if the respondent only repeated his words. The coffin man probably needed practice.
It was dull, but it was welcomed during the boring journey.
Also, Angor gradually grew interested in the coffin man’s special accent.
The man’s voice sounded clear and gentle, but every end of his pronunciation was upturned slightly.
It seemed to be the accent from a remote village. Angor felt that he might have heard something similar before. But he didn’t remember where. Maybe he only heard it from a random passerby by chance?
At least Angor was sure that the man used the universal language as his mother tongue before. Otherwise, there was no way the man could mimic his words so fluently.
Angor took a test by speaking Mandarin, but the coffin man twisted his tongue badly and did a poor job at it.
This meant the coffin man had to have originated from the wizarding world.
As for the exact location… Angor needed to get to civilization to find out.
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With the coffin man still in his memory loss condition, Angor kept walking along the riverbank.
They walked for two days and nights.
The river ended at a large lake. Or… sea?
Angor couldn’t see the edge of the water, and they didn’t have another way to go. Their sides were blocked by the extending mountain range.
They could either walk around the mountains or climb them, or they could go into the water too.
The first option seemed too far. Traveling by water seemed to be a good choice… if Angor didn’t have to consider the “idiot” that tagged along with him.
He chose to climb the mountains. Something told him that there were people behind.