Chapter 1574
Chapter 1574: Section 1575 Monroe's Suspicion Chapter 1574: Section 1575 Monroe's Suspicion Frode tapped lightly on the desk with his fingers, his gaze somewhat solemn.
It had been almost three days, and there still hadn't been any news from Angel; he had no idea how things were going.
Frode was a bit worried. Could there have been some kind of accident?
“Sir? Lord Tyson?”
Frode snapped out of his deep thoughts only to see a strikingly beautiful woman by his side. She appeared to be in her thirties, slight wrinkles beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, adding to her allure. She wore a long dress embroidered with dark red roses and dark green vines on a golden fabric, and a red gold-encrusted crown on her head, exuding elegance and luxury.
Frode pressed his brow and apologized, “It's you, Monroe. When did you arrive? I was deep in thought just now and didn't notice.”
The visitor was none other than the City Lord of Originheart City, Monroe.
“I also just arrived, Lord Tyson. Is something on your mind?” Monroe said, her gaze unintentionally drifting to the other side of the room where a standing capsule was now present, covered with a black cloth, its contents unknown.
“Nothing in particular,” Frode deflected, “I called you here because…”
Frode paused mid-sentence when he noticed that Monroe's gaze wasn't on him, but rather on the glass capsule beside him.
“Are you interested in it?”
Frode's sudden question brought Monroe's attention back. She blushed slightly, lowering her head, “I'm not curious, it's just…”
“There's no need to hide your thoughts. If you're curious, you can go ahead and look,” Frode said.
Monroe instinctively wanted to refuse, but Frode didn't give her a chance and directly pulled her in front of the glass capsule.
Monroe stared at the standing capsule covered by the black cloth, swallowing a lump in her throat.
She had immediately focussed on it because as she passed by the glass capsule, she heard some sort of stirring inside. Moreover, before she came to see Frode, she had heard news that several fugitives had been captured; three in total, all unconscious. Two were locked in the dungeon, and one left in Frode's office.
Furthermore, Frode had specifically ordered that these fugitives were incredibly dangerous and no one was to approach them.
Were they dangerous? Or did they uncover some secrets? Naturally, Monroe was very curious.
Thus, after being summoned by Frode, she particularly checked to see if the third person had appeared in the office.
She hadn't seen the person, but the capsule caught her significant attention.
“If you want to look, go ahead. Indeed, as the City Lord of Originheart City, you should know this secret,” Frode gently urged when he saw Monroe hesitating.
Monroe hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand.
With a bit of force, the black cloth slid off, revealing the glass standing capsule.
When Monroe saw what was inside the glass standing capsule, she stepped back in shock, covering her mouth, a look of disbelief in her eyes.
Inside the capsule was a humanoid monster!
Spikes protruded from its back, and its limbs bizarrely twisted. Its eyes contained no whites, only darkness. However, within those dark pupils, Monroe could read madness and bloodlust.
Moreover, as the black cloth fell, the monster inside started frantically pounding on the glass, seemingly trying to break out.
After the initial shock, Monroe finally collected her thoughts. While trembling, she scrutinized the “monster” inside the glass capsule. Soon, she sensed something was amiss.
“He seems to be…” Monroe glanced at the person inside the glass capsule, then back to Frode, hesitant to say the name aloud.
Frode didn't care and said for her, “He is Shalu, Lisa's brother.”
Monroe didn't speak further, but many thoughts emerged in her heart. Shalu had escaped the city long ago; why had he transformed like this?
Monroe couldn't help but recall a fairy tale she once read: A twisted wizard separated a couple through wicked experiments, turning the handsome prince into a frog. Only the princess's kiss could restore the prince's true form. Although the story didn't end well–the princess betrayed the king, and the prince was taken back to the tower by the twisted wizard, remaining a captive–Monroe had never forgotten that tale.
Reflecting on the story, Monroe's mind was filled with endless thoughts.
Was Originheart City just a facade, a place for a group of evil Transcendents to conduct human experiments? Had Shalu fled Originheart City only for the Transcendents to use him as an experimental subject?
The paler Monroe's face grew as she dwelled on these thoughts.
At the moment when Monroe was about to make up her mind, deciding whether to choose the evil path or pretend to know nothing to save her own life and gain the most benefits, her head suddenly got a knock.
The one knocking her head was naturally Frode.
Seeing the expression on Monroe's face, Frode knew what she was imagining. Monroe was indeed good at handling things, but her mindset was heavy and she tended to speculate in the worst ways.
“What nonsense are you thinking about?” Frode scolded impatiently: “Come back to your senses.”
Amid Monroe's dazed expression, Frode simply explained the situation with Shalu; naturally, he didn't disclose the details about the Wilderness of Dreams, only describing the creatures from the mist as terrifying nightmares which would transform into Shalus when possessed.
“Those terrifying creatures, no one, including myself, can handle them at the moment. Although they are still far from Originheart City, it is uncertain when they might pose a danger to the residents, so when you plan the urban development, never slack off on safety,” Frode solemnly said.
Monroe initially doubted whether it was a lie, but seeing Frode's serious demeanor and the genuine concern in his words, she finally nodded.
“I understand,” Monroe said and paused, “Did Lord Tyson call me here just to talk about this?”
Frode replied, “This matter is still far from happening, I just wanted to give you a heads up. The reason I called you here is for another matter; ask someone to keep an eye on Lyon, if he shows up in Originheart City, tell him to visit me.”
Frode wanted to find Lyon because both Lyon and Angel were in Sky Mechanical City; he hoped to check on Angel's current situation through Lyon.
It had been so long without any news, and nobody knew if something might have happened.
After Monroe left, Frode picked up the black cloth on the side, preparing to cover the glass cabin.
But just as Frode was about to cover it up, a hoarse male voice came from inside the cabin: “What you said is not right.”
Frode abruptly raised his head, only to see that the speaker was actually Shalu in the glass cabin.
Although Shalu's appearance hadn't changed, his expression had become very calm, completely lacking the previous ferocity and distortion, as if he was a different person.
“Sh… Shalu?” Frode hesitated for a moment before calling out.
The 'Shalu' in the glass cabin sighed, “Frode, it's me.”
Frode was slightly stunned; in Originheart City, not many people knew his real name, and most called him Lord Tyson or simply Tyson. Even among those who knew his real name, very few dared to call him so directly.
Only Sanders, Angel, and Jon could.
From the details on the face of the 'Shalu' in the cabin, Frode vaguely saw the shadow of a person: “Is it lord?”
“Yes, I am Angel.” Shalu nodded, directly admitting it.
Frode still looked puzzled, unsure what had happened. At that moment, 'Shalu' explained, “I am still near the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain; I am just using this possessed body of Shalu to talk to you.”
Perhaps Frode still had doubts, but when mentioned about the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, Frode immediately confirmed that the person before him was indeed Angel!
“Really, lord?! How is the situation there? Are you able to possess Shalu because of a new power? The creatures of sin are…” After confirming that Angel was unharmed, Frode breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a barrage of questions.
Angel interrupted Frode's incessant questioning: “I'll explain these to you in a while. What I need to tell you now is that, what you said is not right.”
Frode was taken aback, “What is not right?”
“Earlier, you told Monroe, the creatures of sin… those monsters in the black mist, they might not threaten Originheart City in the short term. That's not correct.” The voice still naturally belonged to Shalu due to using his body. Shalu had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was very hoarse.
“What we saw of the black mist might not be a threat to Originheart City shortly. But what if the black mist appeared near Originheart City?”
The black mist near Originheart City? Frode dared not imagine; it would definitely be a catastrophic disaster.
“Will the black mist really appear near Originheart City?”
“I don't know, because the Mist of Sin is not under my control, and I don't know where it will appear. Although what I say is just a speculation, we cannot be careless.” Angel paused and then began explaining the so-called 'Mist of Sin' to Frode.
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“…I also didn't expect that the power that accidentally dispersed would be this kind of power. Although the Mist of Sin does no harm to the Wilderness of Dreams, it is a threat to the people living here,” Angel lamented.
After hearing the explanation of the 'Mist of Sin', Frode's eyebrows were tightly knit together.
Beings born from the power of sin, Frode had never heard this name before. However, he had read some books about the Dream Realm before, which mentioned some horrible creatures that consume nightmare energies, dubbed as Nightmare Predators. These Dream Realm creatures were notoriously difficult to deal with, and all the wizards entering the Dream Realm least desired to encounter such creatures.
The mature state of the beings of sin resembled the Nightmare Predators, and if the two were indeed the same kind, there would definitely be great trouble.