Chapter 2310: Chapter 2311: An Unusual Development
Since Greya came herself, Angel no longer obstructed, stopped "AFKing," and gradually concealed himself in the air.
Thud thud thudâ
Huge sounds echoed incessantly.
To Greya, it was the sound of her clamorous heartbeat.
To the Treant, it was the sound of an approaching formidable enemy, its eyes stained with dread as it looked to the source. Only to see a huge shadow, not smaller than itself, appearing in the distant woods, twisting wildly, crashing one giant tree after another, heading towards it.
"Who is it? Dream Plant Fairy? Or a creature of doom mentioned by the Mother Treeâs dream?" The Treant posed a defensive stance; at this moment, it didnât have time to care about the surrounding strange creatures, a vigilant glint flashed through its golden tree eyes.
As the footsteps drew nearer, the Treant finally saw the true face of the gigantic shadow.
It seemed to be a Treant wearing a purple dress!
Treant!
Her figure was rounded and tall, as if nourished by the richest fertilizers; her skin layered, carrying the unique rugged texture of wood; her luminous eyes resembling the stars in the sky, and her flaming red lips...
The Treant was directly stunned, why there appeared a Treant here... and such a beautiful Treant at that.
Although it was certain the other was a Treant, from the otherâs aura, it seemed to have characteristics of a "living creature." Just like those creatures appearing around, differing from the traits of the Dream Plant Fairy.
"Is she, like these peculiar creatures, just descended here?" The Treant pondered, while its eyes burned intently onto Greya.
Greya was completely unaware of the Treantâs psychological activities, nor did she expect, her skin turned dry and gray due to eating Angelâs mushrooms, was mistaken as bark, leading to a discrepancy in the Treantâs racial judgment of her.
At that moment, all of Greyaâs attention was focused on the strange fragrance in the breeze, lightly yet stimulating her stomachâs juices.
Greya even closed her eyes, sprinting simply following the scent source. Her mouth constantly drooling, combined with her frenzied running posture, appeared alien.
Yet such an advancing giant, in the eyes of the Treant, was a rare beauty in the world. Every big stride Greya took towards it seemed to tread upon its budding heart, trembling, yet it couldnât help but secretly rejoice.
Finally, Greya stopped in front of the Treant.
"Who, who are you? I mean, can you tell me your name?" A golden gleam flashed through the youthful eyes of the Treant.
But Greya paid no heed, still with eyes closed, taking deep breaths of the saliva-inducing scent in the air.
The Treant thought Greya couldnât understand its words, so it switched to spiritual wave transmission. Through the Mother Tree node, the Treant had already learned from Dream Plant Fairies worldwide, that the language taught by the Mother Tree was unique to Dream Plant Fairies and generally incomprehensible by outsiders. But information relayed through spiritual power allowed Dream Plant Fairies to normally communicate with other creatures.
This time Greya did understand, but she didnât care about the information at all. After confirming the source of the fragrance, she opened her eyes and directly ignored the Treantâs massive face, the purple light flowing in her beautiful eyes fixated on the golden fruit hanging from the branch.
This must be it, this golden fruit, causing her culinary intuition to crazily release signals of hunger.
Since becoming a True Knowledge Wizard, it was the first time Greyaâs culinary intuition acted so crazily.
Enough to explain the preciousness of this golden fruit as a gourmet ingredient.
Golden fruit? Oh, Greyaâs brain dominated by appetite suddenly cleared for a moment. It reminded her of the purpose of this visit, seemed it was for a golden apple.
This golden fruitâs appearance seemed to be a golden apple.
And as Lianna said, the golden apple came from a Treant. Treant? Greya couldnât help but move her gaze a few meters down from the fruit, then she met a pair of emotion-complex eyes.
Indeed, a Treant!
In an instant, Greyaâs mind flipped through various strategies, those she considered along the way, on how to deal with the Treant â verbal, threatening, even thieving.
However, before Greya could decide which one to use, the wondrous fragrance of the golden apple rushed over again.
Greyaâs eyes once more appeared intoxicated, appetite reasserting control over her thoughts.
She couldnât help but reach out her hand towards the golden apple...
Meanwhile, Angel, concealed on the side, witnessed everything happening before him. He was previously puzzled why Greya suddenly ran towards this direction, now the answer was clear, Greya came following the scent.
Not withstanding, Greyaâs gourmet sense of smell was terrifying; although itâs only the body of Wilderness of Dreams, even using only low-level culinary Trick enhancement, Greya could accurately position the source of the golden fruit across a distance of dozens of miles.
No wonder she is the wizard with the most talent in the culinary path.
However, regardless of talent, to reach directly and pluck the Treantâs fruit like this, certainly invites resistance, right?
Not long ago, Angel, while AFKing through the Mother Treeâs essence, discovered some related content about the Treant among the Mother Treeâs collected information. Its most valuable asset is the golden fruit hanging from its branches.
According to descriptions by other Dream Plant Fairies, the golden fruit is to the Treant like a brow-scaled gem to a dragon or the enlightening horn to a Unicorn, even if you are a Dream Plant Fairy, showing covetousness for the fruit would provoke its thunderous wrath.
Hence, Angel judged, Greya would certainly face the Treantâs wrathful counterattack.
Angel was already secretly contemplating how to assist Greya.
In the distance, Greyaâs aging and dry hand was less than a meter away from the golden fruit, the Treant realized Greyaâs intention, and retreated several steps vigilantly.
Witnessing this, Angelâs heart also started to tense up, the next second surely the Treant would counterattack... Should he rescue directly, or manipulate the Mother Tree to influence the Treantâs thoughts?
Or manipulate the Mother Tree, through the will-linked Mother Tree node, to persuade the Treant.
Angel made up his mind and prepared to execute. Yet, surprisingly, the situation developed an unforeseen scenario.
"Do you wish for my fruit? I canât give it to you now, but if you want it, we can get to know each other first, I at least need to know what you wish to do with the fruit?"
Angel, at this moment within the Mother Treeâs will, clearly heard the voice of the Treant.
Gentle, accommodating, with a touch of hopeful expectation.
How is this different from the information he collected earlier?
Angel, seeing the opposite side without any immediate sign of battle, pondered, puzzled, directly delved through the Mother Treeâs will into the Treantâs psyche.
Though unable to directly understand the Treantâs thoughts, through the means of the Mother Tree, Angel somewhat comprehended the Treantâs psychological change.
However, the clearer he understood, the more strangely he felt.
He previously determined Greya certainly couldnât obtain the Treantâs fruit. But if following the Treantâs mental trajectory, Greya actually had a bit of hope.
And the source of such a situationâs occurrence was surprisingly the mushroom he crafted for Greya!
Who would have thought that the mushroomâs toxin reaction eventually became Greyaâs camouflage.
In the distance, Greya became somewhat clear-headed. Unable to satisfy her appetite, she was about to have an outburst, but upon hearing the Treantâs gentle tone, she paused momentarily, her eyes shifted, and she restrained her upcoming anger...
Watching Greya and the Treantâs relatively calm conversation, Angel silently thought: "..."
Judging by the current situation, there should be no need to worry about Greya for the time being.
Angel gave a deep look at the distant scenery before disappearing from where he stood.
As for whether Greya would get the golden fruit afterward, Angel couldnât be bothered to care.
After disappearing from the forest, Angel didnât continue overlooking the land but exited the Wilderness of Dreams and returned to reality.
Soon, Sanders and Rhein would travel across planes to the Tidal World. To avoid suspicion and not to affect other elemental creatures in the Green Forest Domain, Angel planned to temporarily leave and find a suitable place, preferably an unknown land, to open a Plane Corridor.
Opening his eyes, what met Angelâs eyes was the narrow space of the Vine House and the painting of Nami Midori gazing at the starry sky right in front of him.
Stretching, Angel stood up.
He glanced around; not far away, Nami Midori was hanging on a protruding vine, the pale transparent membrane shielding her golden eyes.
It seemed that Nami Midori hadnât awakened yet; she was likely still communicating with the people in New City like Rhein.
Angel didnât bother with Nami Midori and instead walked out by himself.
At the moment of pushing open the Vine House door, Angel saw a shadow fly onto his shoulder from the outside. It was Toby, who was bored playing outside.
Chatting with Toby, Angel flew down from the top of the Vine Tower, landing in the Lost Forest.
Leaving the Vine Tower, Nami Midoriâs natural aura enveloped the Lost Forest completely.
This made the Lost Forest as tranquil as ever.
Not staying long in the Lost Forest, Angel directly left that pressure-covered place, and as soon as he stepped out, he heard a familiar laugh.
"Tired, tired, tired~~ Little Handy, what are you lamenting about again?"
"What Little Handy, you are Dangross, can you call me by my name, Alexander!"
"Dangross, you also got it wrong, it is Parry Mountains, not Alexander."
"Cubic! I donât need you to teach me; I know itâs Alexander!"
A burst of angry scolding and frolics reached Angelâs ears just like that.
Angel bypassed the dry deadwood forest, followed the sound, and on an open piece of black soil, he saw those familiar little companions.
Having not seen them for several days, he found that Cubic seemed more lively than before. Is it because he wasnât around, so Cubic didnât have to deliberately be serious? Dangross looked no different than before, still noisy, but with a hint of melancholy in its eyes. Has something happened recently to sadden it? Or is Dangross homesick?
As for Lobal and Speedy, they havenât changed. They were originally concealing themselves nearby, but as mature wind-element creatures, their perception far surpassed Cubic and Dangross. They detected Angelâs presence while he was still a hundred meters away and turned into a gust of wind, coming to Angelâs side.
They didnât ask Angel why he hadnât appeared for days but, as usual, Lobal quietly guarded nearby, while Speedy transformed into an invisible breeze, swirling around Angelâs feet.
The disappearance of Lobal and Speedy finally aroused the suspicion of the two little ones under the tree.
"Where did they go?" Dangross looked around doubtfully. Just earlier, Lobal and Speedy were creating a gentle breeze nearby, so where did they go now?
Cubic didnât respond but closed its eyes, feeling the windâs path.
After a momentâs silence, Dangross heard a disdainful sniff.
"Humph, where else would they go? Of course, they went to meet that untrustworthy person." The speaker was the only tree on the black soil, once the Gatekeeper of the Lost Forest, Parry Mountains.
Lately, they had been around Parry Mountains, so Dangross knew well who Parry Mountainsâ tone targeted.
It was Angel!
A glint of brightness flashed in Dangrossâs eyes, clearing away the shadow of melancholy on its face.
It couldnât help but get up from Parry Mountainsâ branch, looking around: "Where is he? I didnât see him."
"Tired tired tired? Little Handy, are you excited to see that big liar?" Parry Mountains glanced sideways at Dangross standing on the branch.
Of course, Dangross wouldnât admit: "Parry Mountains, donât talk nonsense. I am excited to see Master Toby!"
Parry Mountains: "Heh, I see right through you, Little Handy."
Cubic: "Why do you suddenly remember Parry Mountainsâ name, instead of calling it Alexander?"
Dangross: "... Thatâs not important."
Cubic, while conversing with Dangross, looked around, finally fixing its gaze in a particular direction.
Dangross followed Cubicâs gaze.
In the distance, a figure slowly emerged from the fog barrier.
Dangross immediately recognized the identity of the newcomer, a gleam of joy flashing in its eyesâit was indeed Angel!
Angel approached with a smile, greeting Dangross and Cubic.
Angel wasnât aware of Dangrossâs inner thoughts and casually exchanged a few pleasantries before turning his attention to Parry Mountains.
He had already learned from Lobal that shortly after his departure, Majesty Leaf had business and left too; since then, Parry Mountains had been accompanying them. Lobal and Speedy didnât mind, but Parry Mountainsâ company indeed made Dangross and Cubic more cheerful during this time.
"Thanks for your trouble these past few days," Angel said gratefully. After all, this group of little ones was brought here by him.
Parry Mountains gave a cold snort, which counted as a response. If Nami Midori didnât value Angel so much, Parry Mountains wouldnât even bother to snort.
Angel wasnât too surprised by Parry Mountainsâ indifference; after all, he had somewhat tricked Parry Mountains at first, using some means to meet Nami Midori, which had left Parry Mountains always holding a grudge.
Angel himself felt a bit apologetic, naturally resigning to Parry Mountainsâ attitude.
After saying a few more words of gratitude, Parry Mountains finally spoke, though only with limited hmm-hmm-ah-ah responses.
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