Super Dimensional Wizard Chapter 277 Strange Coincidence

Now that I can communicate with the owl doll, maybe I can get a means to close the exit from the owl dolls mouth?

However, it’s not easy to get the owl doll to talk about how to close the exit. But for now, the owl doll doesn’t seem to have much malice against me. Although the reason may be that it uses my ** as a bridge to connect the Nightmare Plane to the Nightmare Environment.

With this little grace, there may be a little room for manipulation.

Angel turned his eyes and said: “It’s great to have performers… The Queen’s Tour is a big event after all.”

“Yes, of course!” The owl doll seemed to agree with his statement.

“However, if there is only music and no accompanying dance, the wonderful performance will be somewhat faded.” Angel changed tried changing the subject.

“How can there be no dance! Just wait and see… Head Elio will soon bring her ballet group to contribute to The Queen’s Tour!” The owl doll triumphantly said.

Head Elio? Angel can’t help but flash a shadow of a figure in his mind: This should just be a Strange Coincidence, right?

“In addition to dance, there should be other performances, right? Otherwise, for such a big event, how can dancing be enough for her majesty?” Angel continued by saying.

While the owl doll was waiting for a response, the Fox, the red fox playing the harp and the Frog, the green frog singing the aria, crossed from the Nightmare Plane to the Nightmare Environment.

Angel stopped at this time and also very cordially greeted the two animal performers: “Lady Fox’s plays the harp so beautifully, it reminds me of a banquet beside a bonfire in the sunset.”

Fox was wearing a skirt, so Angel judged it to be a lady. The little suit the Frog was wearing had brown ta.s.sels. Although it couldn’t hide the fact that it was a green frog, it should possibly be a male, right?

“Sir Frog’s aria is like an eternal moon in the sky, bright and bringing brilliance to the world.” Angel complimented the two musicians with his rich expressions. He was very glad his body had been healed by the owl doll. He could show a flattering expression with his eyes while bowing his head in a salute.

Angel’s flattery made him very popular among the two animal performers.

“Lady Alice is truly as good as ever at recognizing us.” Fox, the harp-bearing fox, leaned back and bellowed up and down with her fiery tail flicking from side to side while bursts of fragrance spread across his face.

“Ribbit, yes, Lady Alice hasn’t come to our opera house for a long time. I really miss that time pa.s.sing by as if it were flowing water, ribbit, as if you had just visited recently.” Frog, with a frog aria, eulogized the past with cadence in his voice.

The two animal performers didn’t use emotions to communicate with Angel but blurted out the mainland common language.

However, Angel didn’t notice this aspect but was more surprised by what they had said.

Angel’s smile became stiff.

Lady Alice? What does this mean? He remembers the green-feathered owl doll is called Ollie, right? So is this Alice referring to him?

Alice seems to be a female name, right? Is it possible that in your land, Alice is a word that represents a special meaning? For example, a distinguished guest?

However, no matter how upset he is, it isn’t easy for Angel to directly ask about it. For the time being, it’s better to accept the ident.i.ty of “Alice” so that it is easier for him to enter this group.

At this moment, Lord Ollie, the owl doll, began to speak: “Go, Fox and Frog, and perform the hymn of praise for this tired territory!”

“Yes, Lord Ollie.” The two animal performers saluted the owl doll and slowly took their leave.

Angel watched the two animals walk away and silently said to Sanders in his heart: It’s just letting two animal performers go, it should be nothing, right?

“I really wanted to keep listening, what beautiful notes.” Angel deeply sighed with admiration as he said: “Lord Ollie, what were we talking about just now?”

Angel pretended to think as he said: “By the way, there should be other performances accompanying the dancing, right?”

The owl doll follows the conversation and said: “Naturally, under Minister Mana’s supervision, everything is in perfect order!”

Mana? Once again, a familiar figure appeared in Angel’s mind: This… Maybe it’s another Strange Coincidence?

“What kind of accompanying performance is there?” Angel’s fingers stroked his chest with an unnatural flash of crimson on his face as he said in a bewildered manner: “Ali… Alice would like to know!”

With a deep sense of shame, Angel self-proclaims himself as “Alice” to test the owl doll.

The other party didn’t seem to feel Angel’s claim as improper, but solemnly said: “Minister Glen’s poetry, Trainer Loki’s Ring of Fire performance, Magician d.i.n.k’s card magic, Florist Francois’s flower arrangement, Puppeteer Yorks.h.i.+re’s puppet performance…”

With Ollie’s performance listing, different figures constantly appeared in Angel’s mind.

Gardener Glen, Farmer Loki, Doctor d.i.n.k, Shepherd Francois, Mute servant Yorks.h.i.+re… If other names are included from the names above, Knave Fox, Knight Frog, Chef Elio, Head Maid Mana and… Ollie?

The names of all these people may be questioned by others. But Angel is very familiar with them… These are all people from Pat Manor?!

So, this wasn’t just a Strange Coincidence?

So Lord Ollie, the owl doll, is actually Ollie?

—Ollie is the personal maid who serves Angel in his daily life.

Angel’s whole mind fell into a state of chaos. Why do these creatures take on the name of Pat Manor’s servants? Will Brother Leon, Mentor Jon, or even his own name also be crowned on the head of some demon in the Nightmare Plane?

And… who is Alice? Pat Manor doesn’t have such an Alice. On the contrary, this name comes from Angel’s favourite fairy tale when he was a child, < Alice in Wonderland > told by Jon. This is the heroine named Alice in this story.

In addition, he also wants to know what the true name of the queen coming from the mouths of all these creatures? Will this name also belong to someone in Pat Manor too?

Angel felt this was a mystery which he couldn’t untie and felt it becoming more and more jumbled up.

But for now, it isn’t the time to be thinking about this. Angel is looking at owl doll Ollie… No, Ollie as he said: “This is true loyalty that so many performers contribute to Her Majesty the Queen.”

Angel shed tears with deep “emotion” when he saw Ollie nodding. He immediately struck the snake with his stick and said: “But the entrance is too small. Will it be too slow for the performers to come one by one? When will it end? I wish I could see her Majesty sooner.”

Ollie looked at a layer of grey fluff, full of green tears: “Yes, the moment I left Her Majesty the Queen, I felt eroded by the filth of this world. Even my lovely feathers began dirtying.”

“Then we have to find ways to make the entrance bigger!” Angel’s eyes flashed with a twinkle: “Lord Ollie, do you know how to make the entrance a little bigger?”

Ollie was silent.

Angel continued to add fuel to the fire: “Alice would really like to see her Majesty sooner. Her voice and figure reverberates in Alice’s heart.”

Ollie pondered for a moment and said: “Widen the entrance? Aren’t you in charge of this? Don’t you remember?”

“I’m in charge of this?” Angel looked confused and saw the owl doll with a suspicious expression. His eyes turned quickly as he said “Err” for a long while until he simply awkwardly said: “Ali… Alice forgot~.”

“You forgot? No… You are the Queen’s best…” Ollie’s brows, which seemed to be embroidered with flannelette, knit together as it mumbled in a low voice.

Angel felt his forehead began to sweat. But just now, Sanders said this green-feathered owl is a demon in the wizard cla.s.s. When he is still so vulnerable against Twilight, then in the face of this wizard cla.s.s demon, he can never escape.

Angel felt a rustling on the top of his head. With his mental force tentacles, he saw it was Ollie combing its feathers made of woven wool.

As Ollie said earlier, its feathers were covered with a strange layer of ash?

Looking at the layer of ash, Angel’s eyes suddenly brightened with his expression instantly turned to grief as he said: “Lord Ollie, don’t you know?”

“Don’t I know? Don’t I know what?” The owl doll replied.

Wiping away his non-existent tears, Angel said with deep emotion: “Alice has been out preparing for the Queen’s territory expansion, but… It’s so dirty outside. I’ve been feeling so tired. I’ve forgotten many things over the years. I just remember opening the channel to welcome The Queen’s Tour, and… To stay by her Majesty’s side. So Alice would like to see her Majesty sooner.”

Angel felt this was really forced. If anyone who knew Angel saw his excellent singing and play performance, they would doubtfully say: “Is this the Angel I know?”

Angel, who has always been a clumsy liar, is now beginning to put on a performance of the bitter drama he has always hated.

This isn’t what life has forced him to do, but death. Under such strong an intense pressure, anything is possible.

After listening to Angel’s story, owl doll Ollie’s eyes began filling with green tears: “Yes! How could I forget?! The air here is full of filth, I cannot forget how hard you have worked when you have first come to this world! I have misjudged you! It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have doubted you!”

Ollie sighed continuously, which calmed Angel a little bit as he thought: Listening to the owl doll’s tone, my performance must have muddled through, right?

“Even the Mezzanine s.p.a.ce here is so dirty, which shows how dirty the outside world must be. It’s normal for you to forget something when living in a place like this for so long.”

Mezzanine s.p.a.ce? Do you mean the Nightmare Environment? Angel guessed.

“Then, how do I widen the entrance?” Angel put aside his grandiose acting and asked again.

……

“The amus.e.m.e.nt park, ribbit, is our hometown.”

“The queen is who we rely on, ribbit!”

“Ribbit! My dear queen is the brightest star in the sky!”

Accompanied by the sound of a harp-like a nail across a chalkboard, an aria full of “ribbit” sounds inadvertently entered into the ears of everyone present.

“I can’t, I’m going to die. I can’t stand this noise. I feel my heart becoming restless.” A wizard said.

“What kind of play is this? I never want to visit this theatre. I’d rather go to Feast Dance Charm!” Another wizard exclaimed.

“Would you rather continue? Look at you pretending, just think about it, just lay down your arms and surrender to it!” A wizard said.

When the fox harpist and frog singer appeared in the white fog, everyone was stupefied for a moment and then burst out laughing: “What a strange combination, ha ha ha!”

Frog, the singer, felt ridiculed. His eyes were bulging as he angrily shouted: “Even Lady Alice praised my singing voice, ribbit, how dare you all laugh at me!”

Ribbit—.

A wave of green spread from Frog.

The next second, everyone in the room froze except for the few wizards present.

“Daring to laugh at the singing voice that even Lady Alice praised. You simply have no cla.s.s at all!” Fox, the fox harpist, angrily rebuked. Then she plucked the strings and a red wave scattered out from the harp.

The next second, those who were fixed in place began making fools of themselves.

Some people are shaking, some are undressing, some are crying, some are directly performing indecent acts in public.