Super Dimensional Wizard

Saliva?!

Angel felt a sweet taste coming from his mouth, and remembered that in his dream, he kept drinking drops of water falling on his lips… It tastes so good, the best thing he’s ever had.

But even if it tastes good, it’s still saliva!

Angel had a fit of nausea and sat up to vomit at one side. But oddly enough, even though he felt this heavy sense, he didn’t spit anything out.

At this time, Angel, who had already sat up, suddenly remembered what had happened before he went into his coma. The feeling of dying was so bad. What was happening with that wall?! Fortunately, he was pulled back by the vine and away at a critical moment, if it had been a second later, perhaps he would have been a goner. Angel remembers seeing this flower before he went into a coma.

So, was he saved by this flower?

If so, isn’t it a kind of wrong for him to vomit in front of this flower? If Angel remembers correctly, it was only when he called out that he was “thirsty” in his dream that the water droplets began to fall.

If it was someone else… well, it‘s rude of him to vomit in front of it when they were just trying to save him.

Angel thought about this, withheld the discomfort he felt in his stomach, and slightly thanked the flower from the air.

There was no response to his thanks, but he felt that the big mouth flower understood what he was saying, “Yeah, let’s call them ‘big mouth flower’…”Angel’s thought seemed to awaken it. It seemed very happy to be given a name.

Angel felt some rustling by his side. As soon as he turned his head, he was surrounded by a group of “big mouth flowers”, but he did not even know where they had all come from.

The flowers kept bouncing around, and each time Angel saw their roots breaking through the ground, he could see that these roots from the flowers were the same as the green vine that had taken him away from that glowing wall.

“Sure enough, it was these big mouth flowers that saved him…”Angel whispered.

Angel did not realize it at the time, but it suddenly occurred to him that when he thought he was being “plotted” many times by these big mouth flowers as he was flying near the wall, in retrospect, perhaps these big mouth flowers were trying to warn him to stay away from the wall, right?

It’s just, Angel was still wondering, what’s wrong with that wall?

The big mouth flowers have no self-consciousness, but Angel can feel their emotions and they seemed to be celebrating something.

Are they celebrating that I’m awake?

Or, celebrating that when I wake up, they can eat me as stew?

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Angel felt that the former was more likely, and that the big mouth flowers seemed to be friendly to him, or at least Angel felt that during his unconscious state, the big mouth flowers truly had worked to help rescue him, and this was a great kindness.

Looking at this group of strange-looking, but cheerful big mouth flowers, Angel suddenly felt they were cute. He stretched out his hand and touched the petals of a flower.

Before carefully touching it, Angel’s heart was actually a little perturbed.

But the result is very gratifying, Angel now knows that these big mouth flowers do not seem to care much about his touch, even going as far as to nestle in the palm of his hand. With petals tickling him.

While stroking the petals of a big mouth flower, Angel was thinking about some questions:

Are these big mouth flowers a kind of demon? Didn’t Sanders say that all demons in the Nightmare Plane would attack outsiders? Why has he never been attacked by a demon since he entered the Nightmare Plane? Of course, with exception of that wall, but Angel doesn’t know if it is even a demon.

Angel happily stroked the big mouth flowers around, but he did not see from the air that the petals of the most gorgeous big mouth flower suddenly dispersed an unhappy mood.

As this displeasure dispersed, the big mouth flowers around Angel were swept away. Either jumping a distance, or drilling straight into the ground and disappearing.

Angel also sensed the mood from the big mouth flower with the starry petals.

Why would it be unhappy? It’s not trying to kill him, is it? Angel looked at the big mouth flower from mid-air, feeling again a little more perturbed in his heart.

So far, he does not know why these big mouth flowers have saved him, or why they are so kind to him. Angel does not feel there is anything special about him, nor does he think that he is like one of those lucky protagonist in the novel that have beautiful women, treasures, immortals and beasts affixed to them. He knows himself. That’s why he’s upset from not knowing.

Angel estimates that the black big mouth flower may be the eldest of these flowers, which can make the surrounding big mouth flowers disperse because of its displeasure.

Looking at the disgruntled flower from mid-air, Angel does not know how to deal with it, subconsciously holding out his hand to comfort it.

When Angel touched the petals of the big mouth flower, the mouth portion of the flower immediately grinned, the displeasure it had was immediately swept away, and the whole flower produced a much more sunny mood!

Looking at it, the king of big mouth flowers acted like the other big mouth flowers in the palm of his hand. Angel said silently, “This isn’t because it’s jealous, is that why it dispersed it’s mood of displeasure?”

Angel thinks he might be right.

Looking at the jubilant flower, although there is still a sense of vigilance in the his heart, but it also reduced significantly.

“Who are you?” Angel asked in a low voice.

The king of the big mouth flowers, who seemed to be wiser than the other big mouth flowers answered Angel’s question.

“I am Flower.” It’s mood full of joy.

“Why did you save me?” Angel asked.

“Don’t want die.” It said a little nervously.

Because you didn’t want me to die, is that why you saved me? The wisdom coming from the big mouth flower is limited, it does not seem to understand what Angel wants to ask, and it’s reply back was always a piecemeal response, it is difficult to find clues.

Angel estimates that his method of questioning was too tactful and asked it directly.

“Do you like me?” When asked this question, Angel felt his face became a little hot. Does he seem too narcissistic by asking this question?

However, the big mouth flower does not understand his human mind, it does not hesitate to shake it’s petals:

“I like it.” The mood is very happy.

To get this very sure answer, Angel’s heart felt slightly put down, it seems that these big mouth flowers really mean him no harm.

“Why do you like me?” Angel was cheeky again and asked with his hot cheeks.

The big mouth flower this time, after a long pause, only replied:

“You smell of a king.” This emotion had a trace of awe, but also a trace of yearning.

Smell of a king? Do I really have the potential to be one of the proud sons of heaven? Angel looked at the big mouth flower in surprise, wondering if it had anything to do with his talent. Perhaps his talent, is that kind of talent that occurs in moment, like his moment in the air?

But the next moment, Angel felt as if he had heard wrong.

The big mouth flower replied again very actively:

“You smell of the queen! I love it!”

To get this answer, Angel was petrified in an instant. Wait… I smell like the queen? What the hell is this?

Angel asked, “Who is the Queen?”

The big mouth flower sways like a happy flower, with it’s mouth dripping a little bit of drool, making the ground become a strange sweet fragrance.

“The queen is the king.” Expressing an emotion of respect.

“What is the queen’s name?” Angel has to figure it out, from where does he smell like a queen?

“Is it queen king?” This emotion was of respect and doubt.

Angel asked several more questions in a row, and the answers were still ambiguous, mainly because it’s intelligence was too low, and with the it’s intelligence at about a two or three year old child, it could not be asked too many questions.

Finally Angel asks, “Where is the Queen?”

“In the king’s place.” With an emotion of respect.

Angel had no choice but to give up his conversation between this chicken or duck.

He doesn’t have time to waste here with the big mouth flower. God knows how long he’s been asleep. While asking the big mouth flower these questions, he noticed that it does not even have a concept of time, how does it answer?

The most important thing to do now is to find Mentor Sanders, because he doesn’t even know how to get back to the Wizard Plane.

With this in mind, Angel suddenly remembered that when he entered the Nightmare Plane, Sanders threw him half of the Twisted Protozoa, which seemed to be his ticket to leave the Nightmare Plane. Angel searched himself quickly, and saw that he didn’t lose it. Angel found the half Protozoa in his inner pocket.

Putting away the Protozoa, Angel decided to head on the road.

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