Ace helped Arnold up and sat down his walnut armchair in his living room, saying to Arnold:

"I believe in you, I have always believed in your kindness and determination to protect. Regarding Ansesta, I also have something to tell you that Ansesta should die, but because of the constraints of the black mud, his unique heart seems to have undergone a change!

He is in a strange state of immortality, and my dream spell may allow us to meet Ancesta's soul again."

Arnold's calm mood immediately aroused. He stood up suddenly and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

Seeing Ace nodding, Arnold ran away. He said to Ace: "Sir Ace, I am now like this and completely betrayed the virtues that Uncle Melancholy insisted on. He may be very disappointed."

Ace understood Arnold's thoughts. It was because of recognition that he was afraid of disappointment. He whispered: "Don't you want to see Ansesta again? When the child grows up, he always has his own ideas. Only by telling him your truest thoughts can he know whether he will recognize you."

Arnold's dark red eyes were filled with longing, guilt and determination, and he raised his head to look at Ace: "Sir Ace, I want to meet Uncle Melancholy."

Ace nodded with some relief and led Arnold to the place where the ice coffin was stored. Arnold looked at the two ice coffins and stared at Ancesta and Oli among them, his dark red eyes were a little wet.

The fog of the golden dream spread out from Ace's heart-image world, gradually covering Ace, Arnold and Ancesta's ice coffins, and the invisible magic rhythm began to play.

Ace said to Arnold softly: "Don't resist, relax, shrink your mind back to your heart, and follow my guidance."

The fog of dreams gradually poured into Arnold's body, resonating with his soul. Arnold yawned and fell asleep.

In the ice coffin, Ansesta's finger, shrouded in black mud, seemed to move slightly.

After Ace confirmed that both sides were ready, he closed his eyes and pulled their consciousness into the world of mind and dreams.

Arnold felt a burst of colorfulness, as if he had traveled through layers of barriers, and as if he had entered the "Fantasy Country" of a magic network, he fell from the sun.

A cloud gently caught him, and he stepped on the clouds and looked at everything around him in surprise.

The sky is clear and the sun shines in the sky. Clouds slowly approach the earth, lush forests, clear rivers, and there seems to be smoke curling smoke in the distance.

The birds were singing softly, the squirrels were gnawing on the fruits, and Arnold took a deep breath of fresh air, jumped off the clouds, and stepped on the soft soil.

“Isn’t the nature environment very refreshing?”

Ace's warm voice suddenly sounded behind Arnold. When he looked back, he found that it was Ace, wearing a white citizen robe and barefoot, like an ordinary citizen of the Medemus city-state, sitting comfortably against a big stone.

Arnold looked around and didn't see Ancesta. He couldn't help but be anxious. When he was about to ask Ace, he suddenly heard a burst of rushing in the jungle.

It was Ancesta who was wearing worn armor and riding an old horse.

He took off his helmet, revealing his bright long blonde hair and a melancholy and handsome face. He looked at Ace and Arnold with a little surprise and wry smile, and whispered: "Is the tower dead and we are all dead? Is this the Styx? The scenery is pretty good."

Arnold's dark red eyes shed two lines of tears, and he choked with a buzzing sob: "Uncle Melancholy!"

Ansesta slowly walked to Arnold, frowned and asked, "Have you been eroded by the abyss? Why is the breath somewhat similar to the abyss?"

He then browsed and continued, "We are all dead, why do we do this?"

Ace, who was lying on the side of the big rock, whispered: "In fact, Arnold and I are alive, and you are in a state of immortality."

Ace slowly stood up, approached Ancesta, gave him a hug, and said to him: "Thanks to your tenacious blockade, Arnold and I defeated Alex together."

Ansesta was happy when he heard this, and then suddenly realized: "This is Lord Ace's magic, allowing us to meet? But I am obviously dead, why is it not to live or die? People either live or die, how can they not live or die?"

Ace smiled gently and quipped, "You are very skeptical. I suddenly feel that it may be wrong for you to go the Knight's path. If you go the Wizard's path, you may be able to achieve greater success."

Then he looked up and said to Ancesta: "Your state is very rare. You should have died, but for various reasons, your heart has not stopped beating, and your soul is about to be extinguished, and it is frozen again, forming this state of dying and not dying."

Ancesta asked, "Then is it possible for me to live?"

Arnold also looked at Ace with expectations. Ace shook his head and whispered: "Impossible, your soul has collapsed uncontrollably. Without the black mud and ice coffin, your soul has now died.

Your heart will also stop beating slowly after the soul collapses, but there is still a way for your existence to continue. I wonder if you are willing."

Ancesta was slightly disappointed, and he asked curiously: "Is it the Lich Vette's path? It's transformed into an immortal lich?"

Ace solemnly corrected: "It's not a lich, but an Immortal Knight!"

Ancesta smiled a little relievedly, as bright as the morning light of spring.

"Please forgive me for refusal, Lord Ace. If I could be resurrected from the dead, even I would not be pretentious. If it was a strange immortal, I would rather choose to die."

Ace was a little disappointed, but he decided to respect Ancesta's thoughts and said with a gentle smile: "I understand. Arnold still has something to say to you. After saying it, I will give you relief."

Ancesta turned his head and looked at Arnold in his armor, but saw his armor gradually dissipating, and the strong and suppressed hatred came to his face. Even in Ace's dream world, there was a stormy impact.

The forests withered in size, the rivers instantly became filthy, the earth became dry and cracked, Arnold looked directly at Ancesta with his dark red eyes, and black tears slowly flowed out.

As the pressure was released, his expression became cold and his spirit became unstable, as if he would lose control at any time. Just now, Arnold seemed to have changed his body and said in a cold and arrogant tone: "Master, this is my choice."

Ancesta's expression was extremely shocked and angry. His compassion was stimulated and he blew his fist and hit Arnold hard on the face. Arnold's head was tilted, but there was no harm.

"You dare to look straight into the abyss, you have turned against our virtue creed!"
Chapter completed!