You know, when he was still on the Bauhinia, he also encountered thunderstorms. But it never lasted so long www.biquge.info for the ship is dead, but the helmsman is alive. The ocean current is moving, the Bauhinia is sailing, and the range of the thunderstorm day is so large, it can leave the range of the thunderstorm in dozens of minutes at most.

Now he is above the cloud whale, but the cloud whale has been flying without a moment's pause. It was a full 7 hours, and at the speed of the cloud whale, even if it was enough to circle the old earth continent for a week and a half, but now it did not fly out of the range of the thundercloud! This made Ingres very suspicious.

How big is the extent of this thundercloud? Does it cover the entire Devil's Sea? Ingres couldn't believe his guess, if it was really as he expected, with such a thundercloud of extraordinary breadth, it could be comparable to the world-destroying thunder in the mythical story of the Golden Bird Empire.

But the facts are in front of him, and he can't think of any other explanation than this answer.

Even if it is the "Thunder of the Destruction of the World", anyway, he is a mortal now, and there is a tall man on top of the sky when the sky falls, with this thought, Ingre's heart is much more relaxed. Soon, though, Angels began to worry about Toby again.

"On such a thunderstorm day, I don't know if Toby has returned to the tent. Although Toby is mischievous and asshole, after almost a month of getting along, Angel has taken it to heart.

While Ingres was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door of the library.

"Please come in. Angels put away the uneasiness on his face, and his expression returned to his usual coldness.

A black-robed man wearing a splendid totem mask walked in, bowed respectfully to Ingres, and then said angrily in an urn voice: "Master Pat, dinner is ready, my lord asked you to come over for dinner." ”

This kind of black-robed masked man, there are many on the cloud whale, and it seems that he is a servant of Sanders. The food that Angel eats every day, they prepare. When the food arrived, they would leave, and Ingres didn't know where they lived, what they were doing, and couldn't even tell if they were male or female under the mask.

"The mentor asked me to come over for dinner?" Ingres asked, confused.

The black-robed masked man made a sound of an urn, then stood aside and stretched out his hand to make a "please" motion.

Angel nodded indifferently and followed him away. However, his heart is not as calm as his face, he usually eats alone, why did Sanders invite him to dinner today......

Could it be that Sanders can't wait to know his choice?

Although Ingres had decided to venture into the Nightmare Realm, he believed in the saying "plans can't keep up with change", and he had planned to put off his choice until the last day, so that he would have time to mediate if Sanders's attitude changed in the meantime.

With a mixed mind, Angel came to the dining hall.

It was the first time Ingres had been to this place, with warm carpets on the floor, paintings on the red walls, a paper table in the middle of the hall, and the dining room lit up by the light of candles.

Of course, there's no comparison to the Gold lounge at Barbie's restaurant.

Sanders and Flora were both seated, Sanders was seated in the main seat, dressed in a black gentleman's suit, and was using her slender fingers to fold a napkin and tuck it into her breast pocket. Flora sat at his right hand, and today she was not wearing her signature crimson rose dress, but a dark purple lace puff, and she was holding a dinner knife and not knowing what she was cutting. Red was still clinging to Flora's back, and when she saw Angel enter, Red bent the ghost fire in her eyes into a crescent moon, and then slowly stretched out her white bone arm and gave him a chest salute.

Angel smiled back at Red.

"This way. Sanders pointed to his left-hand side.

Angel moved to his left near Saunders and nodded slightly to Flora before taking his seat.

Flora chuckled back, and a ghostly giggle echoed through the restaurant.

"Angels, if you're okay in the evening, come here for dinner. Goode will lead you over. Sanders straightened the cutlery in front of him and said to Angels.

Goode Ingres didn't react for a moment, until Flora pointed to the black-robed masked man, and he suddenly remembered that he was still there.

It turned out that the black-robed man's name was Goode. Angel glanced at Goode curiously, his mask was all-encompassing, not only could not be seen by his face, but not even by his eyes.

"Goode is the leader of the Dark Shadow Servants here, and the Mentor's steward. Flora said: "There is a red and yellow blood demon pattern in the center of Good's mask, but the other shadow servants don't have it, so don't recognize the wrong person~hehe~"

Flora didn't say anything, he really didn't notice that the mask totem of the black-robed man was different.

The food is served per person, with sweet corn and eggs as the main dish, served with seafood bisque, and an unknown barbecue. Although the taste is not bad, what Angel misses the most is the Chinese food made by Jon.

It's a pity that I can't eat it...... Just when he sighed slightly in his heart, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a lot of recipes stored in the holographic tablet. There are recipes, maybe he can learn to cook himself, Ingres thought.

During the meal, no one spoke, and even Flora ate in a proper manner, maintaining the traditional and elegant table rituals.

When the meal was over, no one spoke. The silence lasted almost ten minutes.

Ingres looked at Sanders with a cold face, and then at Flora, who was immersed in his own world, and he wondered in the bottom of his heart: Are they waiting for me to speak?

What are the choices he makes, of course?

Angel thought for a while, even if it dragged on until ten days later, it was not a choice to make.

In the end, Angel took the initiative to break the silence: "Mentor, I thought about it for a long time last night and decided to choose the third ......"

Before Sanders could answer, Flora was the first to speak.

"The third kind, what the third way?" Flora's tone was puzzled, followed by a hint of a sly smile, "Hee-hee, what indescribable deal are you doing behind your back?"

Angel didn't understand Flora's teasing, but he still froze.

Didn't Flora know the three choices Sanders gave him? Didn't they just wait for me to speak?

Sure enough, Sanders' words once again proved that Ingres was completely overthinking.

"Make your choice so quickly? I warned you to choose carefully. Sanders' eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was tinged with doubt.

Looking at Sanders' slightly dissatisfied expression, Angel wanted to cry without tears. He thought just now that they didn't speak, they were waiting for him to open his mouth to make a choice, but it turned out that he was thinking too much about everything!

But now that the words have been spoken, Angel has to swallow his broken teeth in his stomach.

So Sanders' question, Ingres nodded without hesitation.

"Well, this is a deliberate decision. "It's weird.

Sanders was silent for a moment, "Alright, when I get back, I'll start preparing to enter the Nightmare Realm." ”

"Into the Nightmare Realm?" Flora looked at Sanders in disbelief and then at Angel, "He?"

Sanders nodded, "That guide should be able to lay a good foundation for him." ”

It turns out that I entered the Nightmare Realm for the sake of that guiding method. Flora fell silent suddenly, how could she not know what he was saying after following Sanders for so many years.

How could Angel get the guidance method that Sanders had not succeeded in obtaining for nearly two hundred years? Flora's mind turned and turned, and finally settled on Ingres's talent.

Ingres was able to take over the Red Rose from Little Red's hand, this is the unique "Generative Reality" of the Nightmare Realm, could it be that his natural power allows him to achieve 100% "Generative Reality"?