Chapter 1687: Section 1688 Crimson Heart
Faced with Greyaâs questioning, Angelâs gaze flickered slightly, refusing to answer directly.
Greya could see through itâAngel clearly had no intention of revealing anything.
She sighed. "Fine, letâs set aside your experiment full of holes for now. What I want to know is, what were the results?"
"As I said earlier, there were some minor issues with the experimental process. Even in the dream, Toby still triggered the Extreme Resentment Thoughts..."
Greya: "So, in other words, the experiment was completely useless?"
Angel: "Judging by the results, thatâs accurate. However, the experiment I designed wasnât entirely a failure. If we can address the issue of Toby triggering Extreme Resentment Thoughts in reality, we can let Toby repeatedly undergo tribulations in the dream. By then, Tobyâs issues can be resolved smoothly."
Greya raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Then tell me, how exactly do you plan to solve this problem?"
For now, Angel hadnât figured out a solution. He could only draw a makeshift conclusion based on his current thoughts: "For the time being, the method Iâm considering is to use some external force to suppress Tobyâs emotional surges in reality. If we can stop it from breaking through Lord Frostâs sealing in reality, then I can do something about it in the dream."
Greya: "And this so-called âexternal forceâ is... what exactly?"
Angel spread his hands and shrugged. "I havenât figured that out yet."
"You havenât figured it out? Haha..." Greya: "Then everything youâve said so far is just nonsense."
Angel: "Not entirely nonsense. At the very least, weâve found a potential pathway, havenât we?"
Tobyâs situation was incredibly unusual; its tribulations were something only it could faceâno outsider could assist. Even someone as extraordinary as Lord Frost, whose power far exceeded that of a Legend, couldnât provide a truly safe method to help Toby endure the tribulation. The only viable option was to suppress the Extreme Resentment Thoughts and delay the time of Tobyâs tribulation.
As such, their only feasible idea now was to increase the likelihood of Tobyâs success when it eventually faced the tribulation head-on. But after all their efforts, they hadnât come up with any effective way to boost Tobyâs odds, leaving Greya no choice but to resort to rigorous "devil training" to push Toby forward.
That said, even the devil training offered limited benefits for Toby. While its physical body might grow stronger during training, physical strength was of little use during the tribulation. Therefore, the impact was negligible.
The primary objective of Greyaâs devil training was to strengthen Tobyâs willpower. Unfortunately, the results were underwhelming.
But now, Angel had proposed a new pathway. If they could resolve the issue of Tobyâs emotional surges in reality, they could use dream-based trials to truly increase Tobyâs success rate for the tribulation.
Greya could admit that this was a relatively sound approach. However...
"At the time, it was only thanks to Lord Frostâs power that Tobyâs emotional turbulence could be suppressed. Do you think we have any chance of finding another figure as strong as Lord Frost?" Greya paused. "Or do you think you can get in contact with Lord Frost?"
Angel shook his head. "No, I canât."
"Then this path remains impassable." If the path was doomed, she might as well just stick to her devil training for Toby.
"Iâll look around. Maybe I can find a way to suppress emotions," Angel said, unwilling to give up on this path.
Greya sneered. "Then Iâll look forward to your good news."
Though Greya said she was looking forward to it, her tone carried heavy sarcasm. She didnât believe Angel could find anyone capable of suppressing Tobyâs emotional surges. After all, up to this point, only Sharley could even sense Tobyâs emotions, let alone suppress them.
Thinking of this, Greya glanced at Sharley.
Sharley, however, was resting her chin on one hand in contemplation, while the other held a magicianâs staff... raising it high.
"Why are you raising your hand?" Greya asked in confusion.
Sharley hesitated for a moment before replying slowly, "If weâre talking about suppressing emotions... I might be able to help a little."
"You can suppress emotions?" Angel stepped forward, his face full of doubt as he looked at Sharley. "Didnât you say before that you could only sense emotions?"
Greya also turned her gaze toward Sharley. If Sharley could truly suppress emotions, then perhaps Angelâs proposed pathway might indeed become viable.
Sharley: "Because I have a natural talent for sensing emotions, Iâve developed a fondness for collecting objects tied to deep obsessions, intense emotions, and strong bonds."
Angel was aware of thisâafter all, it was for this reason that Sharley once tried to steal Allenâs Beast-Slaying Knife.
"At one point, I accidentally acquired a pigeon blood ruby. This gem carried an overwhelming aura of killing intent, so intense that everyone who came into contact with it met with misfortune. At the time, I was merely a Junior Apprentice. While the ruby had some influence on me, I couldnât bear to discard it. So, I tried to find a way to suppress that killing intent." Sharley paused. "Perhaps because of my talent, I eventually succeeded."
As she spoke, Sharley reached into her spatial pouch and pulled out a ruby.
The ruby wasnât an unmounted gemstone but a brooch. The ornate setting of the ruby was crafted from exquisite mithril, its curves imbued with an elegant grace. Embedded within the mithril setting were tiny sparkling crystals that gleamed like blood-red stars from afar.
Even from its appearance, Angel, as an Alchemist, couldnât help but nod in approval. This ruby brooch, clearly crafted by mortal artisans, was of such remarkable artistic qualityâit had to be the work of a master craftsman.
"This is the pigeon blood ruby whose killing intent I suppressed." Sharley handed it to Greya.
Greya examined it closely, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "This ruby brooch... it looks somewhat familiar."
As a witch, Greya would occasionally pay attention to ornaments. The design of this ruby brooch reminded her of something sheâd heard about a decade ago.
Greya muttered under her breath, "Could this be the Crimson Heart of the Sithu royal family?"
"I remember the Crimson Heart was stolen by a phantom thief during a grand ball hosted by the Sithu royal family." Greyaâs gaze sharpened as she turned to Sharley.
Sharley had earlier claimed to have "accidentally acquired" the pigeon blood ruby. Was it truly an accident?
Under Greyaâs intense gaze, Sharley showed no change in expression and replied matter-of-factly, "It is indeed the Crimson Heart. During one of my magical tour performances, I happened to see a lady place this ruby in a drawer. Thinking she might no longer want it, I brought it back with me."
Greya: "That drawer... it wasnât locked, was it?"
Sharley nodded confidently. "It was. But just because itâs locked doesnât mean she still needed it. Itâs like how people often lock impossible dreams away in their hearts, claiming theyâll revisit them one day, but they probably never will before they die. In such a case, isnât it essentially abandoned?"
Locking something away in a chest and locking it away in oneâs heart are two very different things! Greya sighed, rubbing her temples in exasperation.
This Sharley was a complete egoist. Her values revolved entirely around herself. Even othersâ possessions could be twisted into a justification for her to take them through her twisted reasoning.
There were plenty of such people in the Wizardsâ Realm, and Greya didnât feel like correcting her. Instead, she reached out and started examining the ruby.
Just as Sharley had described, an aura resembling a "curse" of killing intent faintly lingered within the ruby. However, this killing intent was tightly confined, as though encased in a protective layer that kept it sealed entirely within, not leaking a single trace.
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